If ‘fast-paced’ had a face,
I’m sure cities would be it.
Everyone here is driven,
Some by chauffeurs, others by goals,
Coffee to-go in hand,
And breakfast almost always left unfinished;
They all want to make it to the top,
And most do, too.
And why wouldn’t they?
They live in dizzying skyscrapers,
And those who don’t, work there.
They’re all on a tear,
Climbing up the ladder,
Trying to leave their mark,
Working well into the dark.
It’s like no one ever sleeps here,
Not that they can, even if they wanted to—
They’re all preoccupied
By the other kind of dreams,
The kind that don’t let you sleep.
The stars are almost never visible,
And yet running into them seems highly possible.
It’s not as bad as it sounds, though.
After all, cities are so full of lives,
Overflowing with stories—
Some happy, some sad, some tragic,
Some inspiring and life-changing,
There’s no dearth of them.
Life in a city is a hell of a ride,
No one ever knows what’s next.
So people here, they go about their lives,
Escaping every now and then,
Only to return and do it all over.
Here’s a fair warning:
Cities aren’t for the faint-hearted.
∼ © Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Hey everyone! In the spirit of National Poetry Writing Month, I will be writing some poems for every day of April. Each Day will have a new prompt. I hope I can keep up with the challenge. You can join me in celebrating #NaPoWriMo 2019 and check out the prompts here. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.