The City Life

The city is dark

And so is the sky.

Roaring motors are but ready 

With their infinitive lights.

Tearing through the tireless roads

And making their way to the world that 

Rests nevertheless.

Impulsive horns, exaggerated vehicles

Riding on to their purpose. 

But streets are even and calm 

As there are loud sounds and

Silence prevailing.

Some are crowded and some are eerie.

Thus, night has begun as soon as the rusty 

Earthly tiring day ends..

Some nostalgic forces are even more abstract

Mingled with noises of the traffic and the silence 

Lingered behind.