Losing myself in cities

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

-Christopher Morley

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…)