The City Lore

I am surrounded by stories all around me

Realising they always will be;

I shall open up to them and learn from them

So as to make my own story...

As I move around the city

Trying to listen;

What does it have to say?

A place full of possibilities; isn't it?

But how does it keep growing? Even when it’s dying.

Isn’t there beauty even in it’s decay.

As I move around the city

Trying to seek;

The quest for knowledge is never-ending,

The quest for love never ceases

That’s why we have room for more just more love and just more knowledge

As the void is non-defiant.

I realize,

The city keeps the magic in people alive

That’s how the city is alive.

In the city,

Each one of us is a personal mystery;

A mystery wherein we keep on exploring ourselves.

And isn’t that what binds us

the affinity in the diversity;

The sense of individuality in our collectiveness.

And maybe that’s why we look up to the collective ideal;

Hoping that our hopes are a part of that collective.

In the city,

What moves

Us or time?

I believe time is the only thing that moves

Stays constant in its movement

Wherein then it is subjective to move with it or not.....