Just what I Am

Among the crowded buildings, I search for a patch of green,

Separating dusky horizons; I watch the sunset, that lies in between.

Among the noisy traffic, I watch children selling roses,

I watch as a wrapper flies, a window hastily opens and closes.

Among the many windows, I watch impatient eyes,

In the usual evening traffic, I wait for a surprise.

Among several masked faces, I search for a naked face,

My eyes hunt for someone, who is not a rat in the race.

Among the fleet of cars, I watch fists banging against a horn,

As the lights stubbornly stay red, I watch my driver mourn.

Among the other cars, I search for tapping fingers,

I strain my ears; for a song that lingers.

Among the busy sidewalks, I glance at impeccable suits,

At women exchanging fake smiles, as they hurry in leather boots.

Among the many eyes, frozen between layers of kohl,

I search for the ones, whom a cell phone does not control.

Among the glitter and glamour, I merely search for simplicity,

I seek for the things, that truly provide felicity.

Among this speeding world, akin to this traffic jam

I just enjoy my music; what should I be, but just what I am?