Walking a crowded New York street
Faces blur into a restless sea,
Billboards rise- glowing, larger than life,
Each one echoing a version of me.
The sky glimmers and has
a view that steals the breath away,
Puppies dart past, spilling joy into the air,
Soft laughter trailing in their play.
And yet somewhere behind the noise,
Colours drain without making a sound,
The world keeps moving, vivid and alive,
But fades to grey the moment I’m found.
Like distant stars scattered across a galaxy,
I shimmer—untouched, unreal from afar,
But come a little closer, and you will see
A quiet decay beneath the star.
The glow I wear begins to falter,
The light turns thin, the edges fray,
And what once dazzled from a distance
Reveals a pale and shadowed grey.
I keep running in a cold and endless sky,
Chasing a feeling that lets me fly,
Hoping the ruling, to last a little longer,
To rise above, to feel a little stronger.
But beneath this armour lies an empty vacuum,
Craving a spark, a fire, a desire,
Something real that won’t expire.
A depth that chooses to remain
Over the long saga, the hollow, the vain.
Like Vega reaching for Altair across the night,
Separated by a distance that defies the light,
I will not fade into a beautiful void,
Nor trade my soul to feel less destroyed.
If I must wait beneath an endless sky,
Let it be for something that doesn’t die.
I’m an aspiring poet, recently featured in an anthology book “Echoes of Yesterday” for my poems “A Walk Down the Memory Lane” and “The Force Worth Believing In”
I come from a data analytics background, having worked at Bank of America for three years.