An Edge of the city Sunset

 

   It takes time, load of it, before a new city turns into anything along the lines of 
   A common hangout spot, a weekly diner, an evening stroll you take effortlessly,

  It takes longer to love a city, that too at its edge. 
 Three long eventful years later, i found a place at the edge of the city;
  with the whole city, its people, music & its antics.

 With the most spectacular views, 
With innumerable stories, each undisturbed by the other,
Just existing as it is, just the way i like it. 

Photographers behind bushes aiming their perfect shots,
Kids restless, waiting to move on to the next interesting thing. 
Older humans, at ease, with their pets and relaxed smiles, 
And me, with my anything but quiet mind. 

When Detroit is turning more than just home. 
Where everyday dreams are now in this city, 
How everything i hoped for, is slowing, very subtly, most beautifully, 
Finding its way to me, such is Detroit's edge of the city sunset. 

September 2021 

 4:02 PM 

Familiarity

Sometimes, you travel miles, experience all the grandeur, the tidbits of moments you've only imagined or thought too good to even dream of, all of those things and people you've met, who've gone all the way, with whatever it takes, to a thousand miles and away, only for the realization to dawn upon you, that maybe, a definite kind of maybe, that all you really need, is a familiar face, a familiar room, a familiar road, a familiar routine, a simple simple, a simpler way of everyday, a quieter mind, a certain longing, a very mild one, just the kind you are intrigued by but not wanting to act upon immediately, a familiar voice, a familiar comfort, familiarity. That familiarity.

This familiarity tugs along similar to music.
Like a certain tune that lightens your mood, or a certain other that tears it up, but ever so carefully, just in a few places, like how they say, an oxymoron- leaving one strong and soft at the same time.

Strong and soft. Maybe it is a good deal after all.
Likewise, the music and the familiarity that asks you, silently, to stay put.
Like, how the greens stay put, through colour, wind and snow, silently, until it was summer again.
That familiarity. This summer.

To, a volume of what needs staying put.

Love.
17th February 2019
11:57 am.