Smiles pushed out of parted lips.
Heavy hearts that never smile and tip.
Hazy dreams, occupied with silent screams.
People so weary, with hearts so empty.

Your search is on. And forever it will be.
Eaten snow for lunch yet, or sipped water from the sea?
Please be on time, to butter your toast.
Or you’ll be late for your steaming latte
and force it while its cold.

The birds are humming
but you don’t have to hear…
the thoughts in your head are louder and clear.


-Arundhati