Blue skies

Green Park London, 2011
It would be nice sometimes,
To escape to a place,
Where no one talked, no one looked.
Where I could sit by myself,
And feel just good to be alive,
Not pretty, not ugly.
Nor right and neither wrong,
Just alive.

It would be nice sometimes,
To run to a world,
Where no one knows where they are going,
And where no one cares.

Imphal 2011



Everyone sits, just in the moment.
No one looks your way.
They just smile to themselves,
Happy in their own worlds.

Where there are only blue skies,
And no grey clouds.

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