I am drawn to the light,
When I am awake at night.
The shadows outweigh the dark souls
Lost in the humidity of the air,
During the day, when the sun shines bright.
The speech is poor,
The streets lure,
With rodents trying to catch a breath.

Actions are vibrant,
Footsteps roar as the race has just begun!
Colours outcast, and noises loud;
Is this hell I am in?
Or is it the doors of heaven I misread?
Is it the gate to the life I have dreamed of?
What is it that is flawed?
Dreams? Desire? Wish? The drive, perhaps?
Is it the love or the hate that is missing?
Is it the feeling of mishap that I read in books?

Is it the ambitious men trying
To oust the cursed swine into the forest,
Away from the village full of people?
Is it the untouchability of the souls,
The hunger of many minds, the big potbellies to fill?
Is it the caressing on the strands of my hair
By my grandmother who once lived?
Is it the untold stories of a million hearts
Or the mystery behind the many mysteries in the world?

I am drawn towards the sun and the moon alike
Like there is no difference in the day and night
I am drawn towards the good and the bad alike
Like there is no difference in the way the world hustles.
I am drawn towards something unnatural, something
Supernatural, something beyond the apprehension of nature.

Something man has made normal…
Mother, hear me cry, for my voice is shaken;
I am drawn towards the mirror that shows me the
Me in my grey life where I paint pink.
Pink as life is a hustle, and I am a flamingo
Trying to jostle in this world that draws me
Into its darkness of continuous hustle!