--- title: In the city date: 2021-02-11T03:58:00Z modified: 2021-02-11T04:06:07Z permalink: "https://www.poetryoflife.com/in-the-city/" type: post status: publish excerpt: "" wpid: 1248 categories: - Life Poems tags: - Life Poems - city featured_image: "https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/in-the-city.jpg" featured_image_alt: Alone in the City author: Praveen Kumar timestamp: 2021-02-11T04:06:07Z --- 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](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/alone.md) ![Alone in the City](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/in-the-city.jpg) 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 from 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](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/taxonomy/category/life.md) 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](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/running-dark.md) away one step at a time away from this jungle; away from this city where [love is just another word](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/love-is-just-another-word.md) where [emotions](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/prisoner-emotions.md) are nothing but a coward’s excuse watching this mad struggle day after day from the comfort of my corner seat I [wait](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/their-wait.md) 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](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/happiness.md) and i want to live [a life](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/a-life.md) 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; -x-x-x-x-x-x-x- **add-on lines** -x-x-x-x-x-x-x- 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 ————————————————————————————– -x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Like / Comment [if you](https://www.poetryoflife.com/wp-content/uploads/wp-mfa-exports/post/if-you-have-a-dream.md) liked this poem. This poem was first published on June 15, 2010 and has been updated on Feb 11, 2021.