The Mist,
the distant skyscrapers,
the honking cars
and the orange setting sun,
is all I see
when I stand at the window
of my solitude.
Now that orange has turned into red
Dark red
and it has set further,
mist-grown;
the honking is still present,
very prominently audible
from where I stand!
The perfect red circle itself
has started fading,
making it difficult to envision
the distant scrapers.
The honking wont subside
and I am still here...
staring outside the window
of my solitude.
My confidence used to be
as bright as the sun,
my dreams,
as tall as those high-rises.
The honking will never go away.
Do I stand too high
to jump and still live?
...
.....
.......
and now that it has set,
dreams - blurred,
I think I shall take the leap,
not the one of faith.
...
finally, its dark...
and all I can feel is the honking!
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