The City And Me Poem by Shreya Jani

Like some irrational mathematical assumption
To take a false notion and make it a ‘real’ presumption
The city lay aware of the self-righteous ignorance
The cocktail parties of egos enjoyed the dance
Those who could not appeal to the sense
Went ahead and build a strong fence
The intellectuals went on a horse ride
The one of security and false pride

Oh! Look what I saw today
With my brain the jester ran away
Cackling and mocking me he said
What’s your was only in your head
I felt relieved and then a pain
A loss so great a chase in vain
The Jester put it in a jar
And then he threw it really far

The jar broke the brain fell out
Freedom at last I heard it shout
All my life trapped in structures
Thousand borrowed ideas and lectures
At last I breathe in my pure form
Gooey squishy thoughtless and warm

Like the artificial glow of the street light
My heart tried singing a tune tonight
The city the eyes saw shimmered gold
Where love is a commodity bought and sold
You’re worth a rude reminder of the past
Stories told and your life a farce

That’s my heart the Snow Queen holds
In her hand it turns blue and cold
Through her eyes it beats no more
Brittle and hard a bloody bore
Suddenly into a million pieces it breaks
Shattered heart but at least it doesn't ache
The queen held the pieces together
Wrapped it in a mat of feathers

That mat tore the feathers flew
The heart cried finally free from you.
Tiny particles then flew around
Seeking love wherever found

Like a mirage the reflection grew
To look at you and stake its dues
The city wondered what the shadows cast
But people were in hurry the lane to fast
You cannot see the emotions behind the mask
Then what is this ingenuity you ask

In his briefcase my soul he carries
The salesman went door to door in a hurry
Laughing at me he said I own you now
Soulless you have no friends or foes
Bottles up out under a bolder suppressed
Capsule in the market now it sells

The pill in which my soul was kept
Went down her throat and then it wept
To what do I owe this terrible urge?
From one body to another I be purged.
A new body I thought I’ll get
But its her again recycled and fed

The City wept and so did I
Like a blackbird baked in a pie
It did not know if it was me or him
Whatever it was the situation was grim

The salesman, queen and jester danced
Then everyone woke up thus ended the trance.