Choked in the giantness of the metropolitan. All of these ridiculous puppets who are humiliated each day with hassles, heralded each day with the despicable, the bygone. They run for their lives the whole day, the whole night in their dreams.They're tied by their businesses and entanglements. They're witnesses themselves of their own victimisation .They fall back into the identity crisis losing their actuality in these colorful lights .

They're a multitude but a microcosm.They're bound but secluded, longing for a sunshine in their lives, that defers them from loving. They're closed and trapped in their own cobwebs wanting to be set free like a bird from its cage.

 But, I am right now in the arms of sunshine, in the arms of the one I love and adore.  we're sitting in the parchment noticing the dawn of night and we're atop this view  enjoying our evening tea and looking at black and white colors. I am Parvati and he's Shiva. I am Radha and he's my Kanha. And, I am here like all others trapped in the trap!!