Wish this city's smog doesn’t settle in
Wish these noises don’t creep in
Making my day, my mood a hectic hue
Broken hearts, love affairs and office tid-bits
Wish I’d peacefully for one day stand in a queue
And not be bogged down by Monday morning blues

But if all these scenery is taken away
Would there be a city, a town or bed to lay
To oust our shadowed yearnings- we have
turned to the cluster and clangs.

The rush, the reverberant noise, the raucous sounds,
the adrenaline pumping adventures serving as a palliative
to needs within us now suppressed
could we for once be silent and still
and ask amongst ourselves
“why did we our peace ****?”