A Stalker

A stalker

I am stalker at night,

I am smooth talker at daylight,

I am a loner to everybody,

I am not n façade of somebody

I love the talkative salesboy,

I talk to that homeless boy

I console the refugee girls’s baby,

I don’t live in someone else’s body.

I see the drunk man toddling at night,

I see a new boy drinking in moonlight,

I see a deserted person waiting for death,

I can’t see angels coming to save us from hell.

I behold the street prostitutes,

I behold their colorful boots,

I gaze at their beautiful faces,

And I choose to ignore their dresses.

I wink at the adulterous boys,

I hiss at those armorous men,

I love to see the crispy women,

Looking for enjoyment.

I witness the revelries like a worm

I want to string like a moth

I can’t live with such discrimination

The world is scrolling down to destruction.

I befriended the boy who left home,

To deal with parents homophobe;

I want to take him home,

But he believes in his dreamboy, to come.

I watch the sleepy taxi-driver,

They’re road-rovers,

They love to confess their first love,

They’re quite crazy about new love.

I listen to the horns of private cars,

I perceive the humming inside the cars,

I just imagine things happening,

Behind the closed doors.

My eardrums hate the hullabaloo of casinos,

I shut my eyes watching the neons,

I observe children searching leftover food of Domino’s.

I am loner on the streets,

My eyes can’t ignore the things,

I love to do the original sin.

I see the silence of good people,

I hear the shouts of goons,

I wait for the new dawn.

Still it turns out to be an old one;

Old wounds, old folks, old matters,

Every dawn becomes same as earlier,

Still, I live by hope,

Amid the darkness of despire,

Not to lead the world towards destruction!!