run

Gravel of unprocessed vibes

Crackle under your shoes

Blood rushing pulsating

Through the city lights

Rhythm of steel and bones

Choose grit

Run awhile

See the planes fly a mile

Cutting through the vast expanse of blue

Leaving fleeting lines for seconds

Mesh of leaves shading over you

You got your own pace

Dripped wet concrete roads

Almost reflecting like mirror

Cushions of fallen buds

Flowing along in the pavement streams

A Himalayan air for a day

enveloping the concrete jungle

Lovin' the empty lanes

Facing the dark alleys

Spaces where GPS couldnt pin

once fields, now bustling dwellers

Layering the same spaces of

Bitter memories with better memories

Destination was more than a lemonade

Run past laughing at Sarojini slogans

Street musicians senerading with a song

By the Pinterest houses springing up

Destination wasn't imagining a lit church 24/7

its gates closed and dark

Destination is these children

Insides the gates of high rise elites

Or DIY doors of street smart slums

Whose cycles speeds across

Little feets that runs across

On the playground markings

Picking up the pace where you left off.