In a downpour of words, looking for drops with meaning…
Gigantic structures,
shrinking sight.
Stretched streets,
inescapable sides.
No where to go,
No where to hide,
where-ever you see,
labyrinth infinite!
Unmoved spirits,
animated signs.
Pitch-black contours,
stark neon lights…
Nothing moves,
nothing inspires,
All in flashes,
a moment’s ride.
Blunt emotions,
swift censor knives.
Hyper-bole expressions,
timid cold strife.
No one to confess,
no one to confide..
no one to say “how”,
no one to hear “why”.
Cleanest slogans,
messiest vibes.
Emptying earth,
busying skies.
No well left,
to be sucked dry.
None has clue,
where to side.
Stolen brilliance,
conjured noise.
Shallow longings,
crazy appetites.
Nor sound action,
nor true voice,
till last breath exists,
playing a lice.
Declining morale,
rising heights…
Larger billboards,
confined lives.
No one left,
to fight for rights.
None to catch-up,
with illusion of choice.
Amidst this all,
an alienated existence of a kind,
where heart’s misplaced,
mind’s untied.
Whispering words…
perhaps no one can find…
sharing it with clouds in heaven,
with all green in pines…
with all birds that sing,
and all in nature that shines.
How do you know
to root for which manifestation,
have you found yourself…
or you hunt for your own reflection…
when have you felt, lastly…
perhaps,
lost in translation…
– Dedicated to all those wandering and wondering…
Title of the poem is inspired and lifted from title of one of my favorite films: Sofia Coppola‘s “Lost in translation“.
Are you caged, are you free? Can you find yourself in world you see…?
Picture Credits:
1. Promotional shot from film: Lost in Translation
2. Screen-cap from film: Her
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