And that is the magic of the city
There is no time to laugh loud, cry ,or even show pity!
You see something or someone where you want to stop by
The turn on the road doesn't allow that, and the numerous fly overs would still not give you wings to fly! :-)
City of your dreams, your love, your childhood ambition!
Who knew, the same city would make you long for a magic potion!
A potion which could make you go back in time and live in slow motion
Alas! We are only muggles and we have more problems than solutions!
The city gave you wads of money, a luxury to live, a fire and a passion to strive for more
But the cost at which it comes - it almost squeezes your soul till you may not have much to pour!
The skyline is often invisible and the sun hides behind the tall towers and sky scrappers!
The rain is enjoyed more through a glass pane, there is no space to stand, watch, get drenched, or to float those boats made of papers!
The love, that ephemeral love - the city has to offer!
The romantic in you adjusted to those bread crumbs like a pauper!
The burst of lust in every nook and corner, love and emotions are a luxury,
A privilege only few can avail, the premium folks and not the ordinary!
The city though lacks the depth and cannot offer everything you desire
It gives you a life which once upon a time seemed distant and dire,
Now wrapped in few victory moments that quietly lift you higher,
Each sunrise gives a hope, each sunset whispers those unmet dreams, but still inspire!!
After all these years of juggling and hustling in the city
I forgot what it means to slow down, to sit with life’s simplicity.
But, in those rare moments, I found a softer kind of power,
That even in chaos, calm exists, if I keep exercising the skill to seek it and not cower.
So I carry the city within me - its noise, its spark, its fight, the wrong, the right!
A bittersweet symphony playing quietly each and every night.
It may or may not grant me wings, nor pause the hurried pace,
But somehow it taught me to keep finding the stillness even in the wildest race.
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