City stories

I drove through the city

Late, much late in the night

Gentle rain continuing

After the initial pounding

Driving alone

Language was no bar

Music gently flew afar

Watching city lights at this time

Looked at ease and gentle

Feels, different city within city

People not so in hurry

Lights faraway look like fireflies

Blinking hopping in disguise

Sleepy sheepy drunk wobbles

I sighed, city never sleeps

I drove early in the morning

Earlier, much earlier than sunrise

City sleeps I thought

Invisible people are visible

Street sweeper at the horizon

Flower vendor and his blooms

Vegetable vendor sets up harvest

A lone walker with his crisp stride

Guy with a backpack, asks for lift

As if universe slowed down

To fulfill his wish

A red bus stops and let's him in

Would this happen in daylight?

Feels, different city within city

Cities have elements

Cities have libertè

They belong to none

And to to everyone

Cities pause and rest

Perhaps never shuts

To those in need

I drive with my silly thoughts

Child sleeps on the car's lap

Day breaks and so do I

Halt and home arrives!