All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.
Cities, small and large, modern and old
Cavernous spaces that draw me in their folds
Testaments to human ingenuity and art
Cities- that draw me in and pull me apart
From my myopic sense of identity
Into the swarming ocean of anonymity..
Cities; where I can be invisible and amalgamate
With the crowd, where I can satiate
My desire to give myself an aura exotic
Bond with strangers, leave my neurotic
Sensibilities behind, for I am protected
By my anonymity, I am not expected
To conform to standards of behavior narrow
I feel free to dream, to go with the flow
In cities that are crowded, where no one can spare
The time to inquire about me, no one does care
Confined to narrow streets, by skyscrapers corralled
I feel liberated, the chaos leaves me enthralled
Strangely enough, in the cacophonous milieu
Of a bustling city, I find inner solitude..
(As I have written before, I love exploring cities all by myself. I love getting lost in the crowds. Not something that happens everyday in the suburbia…)