Shakespeare's Sister

 The train halts, people sigh— Ah, the never-ending charm of the Metropolitan line Spiralling its way along time Tell me— Do you know anyone who time travels? The light-headed trains glow through The dungeons of the soul, I wonder—who would be fighting above? Or rather laying in a sound sleep, Unaware of the spirits bustling below? Another train jets past— I see people talking still Screens flicker on, swallowing souls And yet the met line pauses still Oh no! Did I just miss my stop?

Hot choc and baguette — Quiet witnesses to the renaissance of my soul Windmills of my heart— People rushing down Regent Street Chasing the never-ending tidings of their heart Pause— I see a cleaner picking up bags What weighs down his heart? Black cabs, strong rodents The restless charm of Regent Street A red bus blocks the view Spelling out something about "The Greatness of 2025" Wait— What did I just say? PAUL Bakery, Regent Street— 25/02/2025

 I walk along this solitary street And, on each day, I look at these silent buildings differently Sometimes feeling an unexplainable sense of remorse, Sometimes pain and, at some rare instances, A slight tinge of hope These buildings have seen it all - My tears, joys, epiphanies, And, sometimes, cries of joy drift across its stillness And become the melodies of melancholy of my soul These seem like buildings but they are ever so more The cacophonies of my heart, the golden wrinkles of my soul. I see too wilderness in them sometimes Projecting their untamed forests deep within In the ephemeral winter winds Right now—I look at these streets and back at myself And I feel a sense of completeness— The cracks, scars, gaps, and everything else...