#LostCityBlues

Moving to a new city is like
trying to fit in a tailored dress
made for someone else.

I admired its vibe, but always searched
For a shade of tree in a quiet,
To feel connected to the serene ambience of my home.

This is the city , where people wake up
To sounds of honking of horns and alarms
While I am habitual to waking up
To the chimes of temple bells
& soothing hymns

A city throbs, pulsing through veins of concrete gulping the ever-growing masses,
crisscross and maze of tar and cement
Suffocates the greens and the earth,
While am accustomed to walking bare feet
In lush verdant hues, where the
Feathered friends flutter over
dew drenched fields to feast
on earthbound treats

This is the city which seldom sleeps,
Here celebration often means Parties, pubs and tequilas shots,
Whereas I was born and bought up
at a place where celebrations meant
Bonfires and family dinners &
Prayers, Pooja, Prasad & aashirvaad

In this city there are thousands of pairs of eyes but alas they cannot see how poverty bleeds upon the street,
plethora of souls with calloused hearts
Where community is just a cozy thought

Whilst our town may be small, but hearts are big
The people there don’t need eyes to see the pain and sufferings,
Where every one is welcomed with open arms.

This city may shine with neon lights
But lacks the tranquility of countryside
It's an ocean full of people, but
with barren emotions.

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