Station to station,
moving through subway in the tube;
no destination in mind, yet,
lost the initiative of outing, nowhere.
Walking out from an anonymous exit,
out to the main street;
collide with jammed crowd,
swirling into a chaotic circle.
Foot moves, following the general flow,
push directions all around;
to the mysterious East, to the curious West,
up to arid North, down to fiery South.
Illusion takes in,
compiles faces in a kaleidoscope,
revovles, splintering into million pieces,
merges into one.
Noise of the traffic circulates speedily,
whirls till a hurricane emerges,
draws in numerous
formless and shapeless circus.
Now, standing in the eye of hurricane,
slowly absorb into cycles of jumble,
swallowed, into whole.
Carries away to nowhere,
P.S I apologize for my lack of posting in the past two weeks, feeling a bit uninspired lately and I am sort of getting back on track now :)