In a city of thrum and hum
Always in motion
Always in commotion
Whose voice knows only to shout
Islands of quiet patience
Await their moment
To rejoin the miasma
Of humanity
Tag: city life
Moments in the Park
In a public square
Filled with food, and music, and play
I scan for moments
A click here
A click there
Another and another
Every picture tells so many stories
Though some obscured
And some unfocussed
While others extend
Beyond the bounds of framing
And when I burrow in
Ever more intimate moments
To be found
Until…
I am caught
Captured & Gifted
Moments in time
Suspended
Amplified
By the snap of a shutter
Held now in perpetuity
Captured
Gifted
To become
Moments for
Others
Unsent ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #265
Don’t Walk! The sign blinked
As he tapped out his last text
“I’m running late. Almost ther”
As he tapped out his last text
“I’m running late. Almost ther”
The Fog
In the morning, the fog
Commuters fill the lanes
On their way into the city
They cannot see
But know too well
Commuters fill the lanes
On their way into the city
They cannot see
But know too well
It’s there
In the haze
Diminutive towers
Shadows beneath a piercing sun
As they are shadows
Piercing the shroud
Beneath a sky of mottled blue
In the evening rush there will be no misty cover
Crystalline clear; hard-edged architecture
Though the fog lays still upon commuters
Quiet ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #189
In the small hours of the night
Somewhere between the last “sweet dreams”
And the alarm clock’s insistent chatter
I like to go out into the city
Somewhere between the last “sweet dreams”
And the alarm clock’s insistent chatter
I like to go out into the city
These quiet hours
In the quiet streets
Shared by a few other strays
When being alone in my own skin
Offers a kind of camaraderie with other lone souls
Being alone in their own skin
Wealth From A Golden Land
A man of the city
Standing
In an open land
Amber and azure
Wheat waist high
Scattered clouds
Dot the sky
Standing
In an open land
Amber and azure
Wheat waist high
Scattered clouds
Dot the sky
And I wonder
That I have never stood
In a field of grain
Ripened
Ready for harvest
This golden crop
The wealth which builds cities
Known to urbanites like me
Only as bread
Or an image on a cereal box
The Wash Beneath the Detailed Lines
I close my eyes
Imagining
A downtown core
And city lights
Imagining
A downtown core
And city lights
Cabs stacked up
End to end
Filled with fares
Or seeking them
Crowded shops
Pedestrians
Littered streets
Swept clean by morn’
So full of life
Activity
This crowded block
Where could it be
Faces in the Crowd
There is no grander crowd
Than Chandni Bazaar
Expansive
A bazaar of humanity
Vital, vibrant, vivid
Variety and spice
Than Chandni Bazaar
Expansive
A bazaar of humanity
Vital, vibrant, vivid
Variety and spice
So I set up in the median
Camera in hand
And let the people come
Reveling in
Faces in the crowd
Pix to Words 