This City.

This city, My home.
Quiet at night, yet chaotic.
The memories these roads hold.
With the tinting of the sky,
The smoke from the pollution, the fragnance.
The same rushing, the honking.
The buses and the taxi stands,
A scenary in itself.
Its rains when this city smiles,
Pouring the emotions held back,
The shine of the pavements afterwards.
The search for a shelter, letting it vent.
The smiles from the stangers.
Unknown still pretty friendly.
Just a blink, losing all sync with the surrounding.
Walk upon the clouds, watch this shining city.
Incomplete at night, the empty roads.
Emptiness spread, the heart still beats.
Catching up with the air,
Its the people that complete this gem.
This city my home.