Human existence has become a rat race.
Enduring the deep roots of capitalism and the never-ending obsession with money,
We are all just coping and trying to find our purpose.
Slogging the whole week and getting high on weekends,
It seems it is not just our apps that are getting updated,
It's our life too.
At least I can find solace in your company.
When I am with you, I do not need any drugs.
There is magic in our 3 a.m. conversations.
Tracing the meagre meteor showers,
Under the moonlit sky,
beneath the canopy of stars.
