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In the city


I was born in the city,
a city where dreams become a reality everyday;

“You can be lonely anywhere, but there is a particular flavour to the loneliness that comes from living in a city, surrounded by millions of people.”
― Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone

Alone in the City

Alone in the City

I was born in a modern world
with all things cool
with all things hi-tech;

I was told to live the modern way
rushing all day long
running from pillar to post
in search of something
something to uplift me
rags to riches;

a constant mad rush it was
life was a struggle
survival of the fittest
it was a
survival of the “intelligent” people;

there i was, in the midst of these struggle
sitting in the corner
watching them fight it out
while slowly plotting my way out;

from this jungle
that is so full of life
that is so rich in “gadgetry”
from this huge jungle
where one’s life depended on someone all the time;

slowly trying to escape
from this mad zoo
I slowly try run away
one step at a time
away from this jungle;

away from this city
where love is just another word
where emotions are nothing but a coward’s excuse
watching this mad struggle day after day
from the comfort of my corner seat
I wait for the day
to escape from it all;

I was asked to getup (and go)
I was made to think
I was programmed to win;

yet when,
I want to be happy
and i want to live a life
in the city;

I am being forced to run away
in search of happiness
in search of life
from the city
where you have everything;

add-on lines
yet no one knows what is to be happy
what is to be loved

in the city
where emotions
are just a figment of imagination
where people are just robots
if one goes, another one replaces it
where people are just pieces of metal


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This poem was first published on June 15, 2010 and has been updated on Feb 11, 2021.

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