The City

The city wakes up to a fine day
Still tired from last night's hangover
The city is out on its way
Not knowing the problems it has to encounter.

Newspapers arrive screaming the usual tragedies
Theft, rape, kidnap,accidents, murder
And people dying due to terrible maladies
This desperation must not go any further

But the city can't sympathise
For it's bereft of feelings and emotions
It's had enough with all the hues and cries
Yet the day has started with all its commotions

As usual, the city prays
To have, for once, a better day
But deep down it has known always
The perfect day was never on the bay

It's a long wait for the city
Before it can finally catch its prize
The glitters of the night and the eccentricity
Await the city till it comes to life

The sleepy morning becomes the boring afternoon
Which turns into the promising evening
The city looks forward to the boon
As life in the city marks its beginning

Now the sun has left the sky
The pretty dusk grows with the darkness
To become the night; beautiful and no more shy
The city lights up to greet her with finesse

There aren't any more horns or clinks
Every flame has subsided
Or so the city thinks
Drinking the youth of the night, the city's delighted

With parties, bottles, friends and fun
The night life at long last, gets turned on
The sorrows of the city get reduced to none
Solitude and mental strains are gone.

As the night stirs up those hidden emotions
The city seeks love, lust and happiness
Amidst the silence like a lost little fish in the oceans
A long way to go before it reaches its senses.

A few more hours the city has
Before the realisation hits back
Music, dance, kisses and clinking of glass
Pleasures found in the night that's beautiful and black

The city enjoys the night crazily
For soon, all will be forgotten and gone
And soon, all will be a shattered memory
The city lives and loves the night.. the night alone.