poems from the sky

Down the lanes of modern dreams, where neon lights converge, Where shadows dance, a concrete stage, but secrets don’t emerge, A place forgotten, seldom seen, a world of grit no grace, Inhabited by souls unseen, on streets a nameless space. No fame, no fortune, nor acclaim, no polished marble halls, Just cobblestones and broken dreams, where desperation calls, The buildings slump with faded paint, and memories wearing thin, As silent whispers fill the air, where life's been lost to sin. Here, where dreams have come to die, and hopes have lost their wings, Where faces etched with sorrow speak of countless unseen things, In the forgotten corners, where the lost and lonesome meet, There lies a hidden symphony on streets that none will greet. No grand facade of grandeur here, no splendour to behold, and every crack and every scar tells stories left untold. Downtrodden souls that pass you by, with sadness in their eyes, Have learned to dance to melodies of silent, sombre sighs. Beneath the glow of flickering lights, in alleys dark they creep, A jigsaw puzzle, mismatched lives, In shades of dusk and sleep, Where misfits find their company, amidst the urban sprawl, And bittersweet, forgotten hearts embrace their endless fall. The cobalt sky above it all, indifferent to their plight, Reflects the tears, their hidden fears that haunt the dreary night, And in this urban tapestry, on streets with no grand name, A symphony of broken souls conducts its mournful claim. The pain and hurt for all to see. But for the grace of god goes thee

But for the grace of God