On a lonely street...

On a lonely street

Under the dim road lamp

Sitting on a brick

Heartbeats as firedamp,

warm but cold

Eyes sunken

With stories untold

Fingers crossed,

Smoke rising

settling my rage

And burning my lungs

Somewhere I stand

Unhappy with my age

Noise somewhere very far

And memories with lots of scar

Here I stand

Like a lonely street

Street with few passerby

Here I stand on a lonely street

With life itself a great lie..

©Rahul Singh