New York, Impressions
I feel no horror in this Metropolis.
No, I feel no horror in this chimera.
I have even come to love it like I love home,
There a maternal lullaby averts the demons in the night,
Here an indefatigable Atlas wrestles a relentless future,
Both are like children who believe
Their brittle swords will capture the great leveler.
How can I help loving what is honest?
What is one ought to do in this man-machine crossover?
Underneath these giants, half towers half buildings,
Should one show himself in his naked glory,
Or relapse into a game of hide and seek?
Should one rummage through with the heart on sleeve,
Or stroll indulgently through streets that smile?
I feel, like elsewhere;
These streets, these edifices, these cafes
Are individuals
Aware of their existence and beliefs,
And of what is self and alien.
The sad melody of Alienation! Well written Tuhin, and the man is a wild beast sometimes, only he's drunk see the transparency of this ridiculous life and when he's sober do all the nasty things? They spend a lot for a sophisticated bomb to destroy this gossamer soul?
wow. ".... are individuals Aware...." i love it. bookmarked.
'How can I help loving what is honest?!' Interesting look at connection and alienation... in a sea of urbanization