sitting by the window in a bookshop
one of her favourite windows in the city
it looked out onto its busiest people
yellow taxis, white ones too, and many more people
the drizzle helped calm everything down,
more than it already was, be it a monday or sunday
the streets here are always the same
busy, but never in a rush
the streets tell a story, each of these people tell one too
and our lead character, the one sitting by the window
loved stories too, specially her own
but it's a broken story, inspiring for a few
because they would never know the whole story
her only dream, being that she wanted fame, glory
or at least that's what she portrayed, but deep down
way below the shallowness, and the fakeness
a dream, a dream to be alone, sustainable and accepted
that's the story we will tell today, she and I
fight, and might - lost, and found
denied, and then accepted.
starting to type for the thousandth time,
she stopped to take a sip from her cup of tea
and in the cup, she saw a story, of people, children
that's how her life has always been,
one might call distracted, i feel it was interesting
there's no boring moment in a life like this
where everybody is a story, everything a story
and where there's no story, her beautiful mind takes over
to build one, a story of thrill and drama,
or romance and fame, something - anything.
now that the protagonist in our cup of tea had died,
in a car accident because a helicopter crashed into it,
while his wife drove it, a falling spoon, few tables away
broke her stance, and she returned to her book
her mind dreamt, and saw the story
way faster than her hands typed them
that was a very frustrating issue for her,
anyway she always slowed down her mind
to keep up with the hands, but this made her lose interest
her biggest hindrance, in life - herself.
she denied herself the fame she preached,
by lying about what she wanted most, solitude.
there isn't too much to do, and she has a brilliant mind
but she does so much, which doesn't require her.
she stops herself, because they might not like it
she drinks tea, and eats jalebi with them when alone -
but at the same time, in daylight,
she sips Earl Grey with cookies -
she hasn't broken yet free.