Beer cans waiting for Nirvana

Standing on my balcony, as I scan the city at night
Midst the dissolving lights, silhouettes of thousand others looking at the clouded sky
Closed shops claiming 'easy recharge', 'real estate', 'water supply' on their shutters
Abandoned vehicles on road, tired footsteps returning home and empty beer cans waiting for nirvana

In such a night like this, a long time ago, when I was waiting for the Sunday night movie
My grandfather, half asleep in his rocking chair, told me ;
Each unfulfilled dream become a cloud on the sky and each time rain comes it brings someone some joy
And as I look at the sky, only clouds can be seen signifying almost nothing
Maybe only Sunday hangover and horror of Monday mornings