There is a construction site I pass by every now and then
The small yellow lights light up
the majestic crane against the backdrop
of the golden sun. Sometimes I find it
moving, at the end of the day
Wrapping up a hard day’s labour.
Floor upon floor, column upon column,
square feet upon square feet
Of dreams made of glass and concrete.
The high rises of ambition, of greed,
of a promise of luxury; of a view
from the penthouse of power.
Looking down at the scurrying traffic
Coming to a standstill almost
as if to admire its splendour.
The soul of the city girl within me stirs
as the traffic light changes from red to yellow.
And I gaze at its unfinished beauty…
Of a work in progress, just like me.
The light signals green as the car moves
The construction site is left behind
but the sky that is framed within the
window of my car stays with me.
Amidst the buzz of traffic I realize,
Some people, some dreams and some desires
will always be left behind but
I know that this square feet of sky
That I see from the window of my eyes,
Will forever be mine.
P.S. This particular construction site was actually very majestic looking. Each time I passed by it, it gave me goosebumps. And this was the first time i realised that however loud, polluted and potholed my City was I could never escape from the madness. I need to live in chaos because i have internalised it.