The Crowds

The crowds mill around me, swishing past with swirling colors.

They leak scents and leave a bread-crumb trail of stories,

Unspoken words, unseen emotions, incomplete sentences and frantic typing.

Each is a world out of place, half a world away, in their own worlds.

Scrambling for survival, numb to the world,

Reveling in servitude, motivated by false hope.

They labor on, endlessly, silently, seemingly tirelessly.

Some head to drown their sorrows, some to drown their spouse,

Some head to kick back and relax, some to burn the midnight oil.

But all dream, some in vain, some in hope, of a better tomorrow.

 - Aviv Nair

16/Aug/2013

Always Yours

I wish I could say how much I miss you,

I wish I could say how much I love you,

I wish I could say how much I care.

But now, you miss someone else,

Now, you love someone else,

Now, you care for someone else.

You belong to each other now, someone else,

But although you stopped being mine,

I never stopped being yours.

- Aviv Nair

26th July, 2013