A city that sleeps

A thousand heavy heads,

carrying thousand heavy minds,

serpentile streets with dark dead ends,

and cemeteries with millions sleeping dead.

A million stories remain untold,

a city burries these tales alive,

a pregnant city lies asleep,

waiting for more tales to unfold.

A million corners remain dark,

a distant sky carries a spark,

a serene blue sky fades out,

when it meets the cities bark.

A million sounds helter skelter,

a petit silence but hangs around,

the minds in search for the vast and open,

sleep at night in the black shelters.

the huge screens of knowledge and picutres

wrap the dark in dazzles

the heavy rains wash the pavements clean

the filthy stories closed in barrels.

The barrels of life which roll on the roads

craving to burst out any minute

the dancing clouds settle on the city

and the barrels hide their secrets in it

the city that claims not to sleep

has a million dormant souls in its womb

the open eyes of the closed minds

search for life in a deads tomb.

the life which dances on the streets

lays faintly in the citys deep

the blinding lights are dark within

inside the city that sleeps