A foggy morning lull
scattered rays of light scurry about
my vapour breath entertains me
a silent dawn shouts;

A car drives by the block
cautious in her step,
a horn leaks through the silence
with the fog it had crept;

A hustle begins for work
I try to find my way,
so do a thousand others around me.

I hadn’t noticed anybody else.

Absorbed I was in the fog
My misty-vapour breath,
lost I was in my self.

I couldn’t see for miles.

Self-absorbed prick.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar