Citylights

The neon lights
Create a mystic fog
Around the footpaths,
As hundreds of faces
Enlighten themselves
For that brief moment,
Passing by
the blues,the greens,
the fluorescence
And smiling a fake smile
glittered in naked fashion.

On the other way
To the dark side of the moon
People celebrate success by vodkas
and break offs with another sip
In the same table,
With nuts and guts!
Where citylight dares to reach
Just a bit.
And they laugh at others,
and their own fates.
As ladies dance their way to
Heaven in necropolis
Holding on to steely truth,
Behind bars!

Somewhere in between
Lies the scent of the dwellers,
Who choose both ways
Only alternate days
And their souls thrash into
Mercedes and Fiats and Marutis.
Still they live again
As the neons glow
With a light that is better put off.
And the faces laugh
In the fluorescence that reveals plastic
To the dark that hides their names.

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