Friday, December 03, 2010

The City of Dreams

Where beauty is abundant
Never seen, by some.
Where things move fast
To die in a blink.
Where you need to run
Without knowledge nor reason.
Where life catches up
Not always your own.
Where the sky is rare
But always the aim.
The earth barely felt
But hardly missed.
Where the noise is drowned
By the chaos within.

3 comments:

Shikha said...

you write poetry??

Shreya said...

Not really....Don't really know how to :(

The Grand High Tuski said...

This is really, really good Shreya!