They say, in the city of dreams
We only look towards the sea in the west,
The open, the surreal emptiness
amidst all the concrete realities.
The waves recede to only come back stronger
As if they are listening to our voices,
While colliding against all that is brick and mortar,
Spraying the fruit of a wasted effort,
On the children of the promenade
The bricks are here to stay, and so is the sea
Both in mutual agreement to not harbour
Any more than what they can take
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
They say, in the city of dreams
We only look towards the sea in the west,
The open, the surreal emptiness
amidst all the concrete realities.
The waves recede to only come back stronger
As if they are listening to our voices,
While colliding against all that is brick and mortar,
Spraying the fruit of a wasted effort,
On the children of the promenade
The bricks are here to stay, and so is the sea
Both in mutual agreement to not harbour
Any more than what they can take
