My city is old and new and in between
In it, I am found and lost and never seen
The colors are cries and the darkness sorrow
Yet we all still hope for a ‘morrow
You must go if you’ve never been
See for yourself, its beauty sheen.
We hide it well, its in our heart we say
As it burns in limelight….my heart I weigh.
I go for sojourns, but never stay…lest
It sees my languor and mourns its best
Who went away fo’ peace, but may never rest…. ID
Impromptu poem for Dilli (Delhi). My city. I am no poet (clearly). But then I call it my graffiti poem. It doesn’t have to true art, it just has to speak the truth (of the creator’s mind) and blend well.
Notice the various Urban necessities blending in these graffitis. These are in Hauz Khas, Delhi, practically a few miles from where I spent a significant part of growing up. My school. My bus used to take a route that hid these from my sight, although they likely didn’t exist back then in this form anyway. This is a posh restaurant area now. I couldn’t have afforded to eat or shop in the Hauz Khas village when I was there in Delhi or if I had stayed. Graffitis are free. This is one part of my Urban life series, one hopes I will remember to keep the series alive! If not. It still is my city.