The City of Hope

The city of hope,

The city of dreams,

The very heart;

This city never sleeps.

The sea by which

Promises are made;

People sit watching,

As the sun’s rays fade.

The streets chaotic,

Never a dull moment;

The night sky

Turns a cynic ‘to a poet.

The underworld and

Underhand dealings;

The endless wait at

Official court hearings.

The crowded trains

Are used by lakhs,

No thought for others;

Babies crammed on laps.

Yet there is something

About the eternal city;

It’s boundless love,

It’s versatile beauty.

Amid all the mayhem

You won’t be alone,

There will always be,

Another weary soul.

Of the city herself;

She doesn’t grow old;

She may be tired,

But she is still bold.

And if she loves you,

Be assured, my friend,

Your hard times are gone,

Your luck is on the mend.

She’ll look after you while

Bursting at the seams;

This city of hope,

This city of dreams.

Transient

Life’s not perfect,

It was never meant to be.

But it was worth it,

For you and me.

We met by chance,

Without expectations,

Going with the flow,

Respecting limitations.

We knew our time was short,

But that didn’t matter to us,

 We made the most of it;

We weren’t in a rush.

But in the aftermath,

I was asked the meaning,

Of this whole affair that

You and I were leading.

I had no answers;

Only feelings to show,

Of a love that was, and

A heart that took a blow.

And now you’re gone

My love, never to return,

Nothing I can do or say

Will make the fates turn.

So I will accept it,

For what it meant,

A love that had a tag;

It was transient.