Days of lost song

pale sky and
stale sun,
mark these days when
frustration fills air.
chaos is what i smell around
and i see,
humans disappearing fast
from this city of manipulation.

foul theories,
crack philosophies,
cowards rule fort
and hypocrites preach
religion of tolerances.

i feel,
i should walk on the road,
and seek if there remains few
who can yet sing, laugh, cry and live
on their own wish.

celebrated deaths of
modernized media
but in my ears,
songs of distant deaths echoed.
deaths of those
who are unknown to this city
deaths of those who unlucky
not to be dead by bullet.

'homo sepians' around me
worry for fears that are
certain uncertainties of life
and they try to live
prescribed by those
who are just simulating themselves.

i am leaving my friend,
this search of hypothesis
it is mirage for me.
i will walk away,
and may you remember,
some poems used to live in this city....