Her And The City Lights


Running around in the bright lights
Cherishing a mental decay
A queen in her world
Bedazzled and glittering
Walking the pavements
Inhaling the night
It all tasted of metal and lights
For the love of herself
For the wasted youth she was
Running on booze and cheap drugs
Labeling it freedom and being independent on her own
Everything glows for her as she injects another one
Running in her veins blue and red all faded out
Warming her from the inside
Her hearts a beast- a monsters instead
Her ribs the cage-a jail instead
She runs from society or herself?
Being a slave to no one but herself
Succumbing to her existence
Killing the God who mocks her credence
Bright lights, tall buildings surround her
It drives her insane knowing that this all will end
Trying to capture her youth again
She’s on the verge of insanity
Because she’s nothing less
Nothing more
Then a wasted youth
In the mental


About Bano

I’m trying to find a better introduction but since, I can’t? Hi! I’m an ordinary person and I write. I write not because there lies aspiration to be a writer someday but because, it keeps me sane. I love the color silver, black and grey. I also realize that they fall under the same color tone. Whatever, I write is a result of my 3 a.m blues or insomniac depressive tendencies. I can’t write during the day. I’m addicted to caffeine and well, anything and everything (if I like it). Also, I suck at conversations. I bite my nails. Most of the time I’m clueless about the world around me. I love politics and youth activism. People tell me that art and politics don’t belong in the same mind, but I’m passionate about both. One day I might be drawing on a canvas or writing a story and the very next day I will be heading off to attend a summit on the role of youth at the United Nations. I have multiple people trapped in the same body. Each side does try to express itself, in minimal ways if not fully. I’m currently going through a rough patch in life. I guess, I’m adjusting to the world through multiple perceptions. I absolutely love talking to myself because an expert opinion is always required. Most of the time, I just play scenarios in my mind that would never happen. I’m very contradictory in my thought process and actions but it is okay, people get to be what they want to be as long as no other soul is hurt. Peace out!

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