Flats - The Nests

Flats – the multi-storeyed nests

Where we live

As if we are

The darn of the cloth.

But we have

No intense affection.

Every one shrinks

Inside their outer shells.

We feign that

 We know everything.

But we never realize that

We don’t know something

That we fail to see

Our kith and kin.

The tedious life in flats-

Like the dreary raindrops

That drummed

Through the windowpanes.

No one hears

The mourn and joys.

When the dawn breaks,

All have a plan.

When the jaunt ends

We set back to our nests.

The monotonous days

One goes through

Make one mad.

It’s an endless travel

To the world of darkness.

…………..NAVANEETHA.G

/10/2009