I write: 
all poetry is empty words 
and I continue writing


- Shuntaro Tanikawa

today

today.

like yesterday.

like tomorrow.
is a stuffed shared transport.
a three wheeler carrying fifteen people
on a road with pale streetlights.
buzzing as if drunk.
singing to shut the silence.
colored as if, the day
has witnessed a death in the family.
as if the world was only a sad place.
today
like yesterday.
like tomorrow.
will fall down and go to bed.
and the streetlights are not so bad.
they are warm and sympathetic.
they just feel lonely sometimes.
and are often misunderstood.