Combined laughter of cars,
Hurried noises of shoes of pedestrians,
Pausing traffic signals,
Impatient office goers,
All joined together
To form a chaos;
We can’t change it, we create it,
We face it, then criticize it,
Criticism is meaningless,
Chaos is within us.
Till late at night in a city pub,
We sit and talk
Then drink and smoke,
Venom, we want it more
In artificial rainbow light of disco balls at nightclub,
We release our bodies
To get abused by hungry souls,
We surrender to the lust of unknown hands,
Torture us,
Torture us more,
Let chaos be the venom for chaos.
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