I am the hushed secret that roams around the streets at night. Around the time when the world is fast asleep safe and sound in their beds. I leisure in layers of lust, unraveling desire in the depths of city streets; hear the wind blow whispers as though attempting to apprise righteous men. I smirk as scent of smoke and liquor greet me behind windows closed, bathe in delight when payment doubles regardless of seasons that come and go.
I watch in bewilderment hovering near the balcony, mulling over the scene which I had just witnessed. Its strange how our entire perception of the world changes in a matter of seconds. The city though it appears impeccant to the naked eye, turns out to have tales unspoken, which come out only when the clock chimes after eleven.
Moonlight streaked in angst
silhouette of sycamore trees
when actions contradict ethos
when excess outwits morals
Photo credits: A glimpse of after-dark in Karachi. ( taken 2 years back)
Posted for Haibun Monday @ dVerse Pub