Our windows look out at other windows looking in at us
Mynahs no longer come by in our balconies
Branches, not of a mango tree
But of a conglomerate,
Surround them
The silhouettes of concrete buildings shine
In the rain's aftermath
Like surreal cardboard cutouts
It's a conundrum to decide
Whether the world we live in
Is an illusion or a reality
Silver skies
The world goes by
My window
Too many people walking on
Everybody's talking
No one makes a sound
Urban loneliness
Nihilistic pain
Junkyard wars
Acid rain
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