Sleepless in Detroit

Sleepless in Detroit, listening to the Gaga,
I lay foot on an aisle that is new to me,
The four walls no more protected,
The roof no more sheltered.

Paranoid, frenzy, don’t know which,
Fear was definitely the highlight.
Of whom, still remains a mystery,
As mysterious it may sound, secrets do reveal,

The emotions opened new avenues,
And the search for a lady seemed to be the road,
A lady that had no descriptions,
Formed the shape of my imaginary vacuum.

Color, creed, caste all no bar,
Elements of a saint and perfect world,
I kept no obstacles, yet I stumbled,
To find the lady of my despair.

Dreams set the stage,
Where romance and love seemed to have no bounds,
Every word felt like an arrow,
Every breath wet the chin,

Close, the word held no meaning,
United, nor claimed any glories,
One and unity seemed to be the chant,
Pity, they remained only in dreams.

No friend, no enemy helped,
Voices echoed in my hall,
Water pulled the strings, air played the accordion,
Footsteps broke the soil,

Days passed with a heavy heart,
Every tear left its salt,
Till today I linger in hope,
To meet the lady of my despair.

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