Whispers of a New City!

I chose this city of rains and skies,
Where the sun sets slow and the traffic sighs.
A land where no one knows my name,
Yet every morning feels the same.

There is music in the air,
A charm of freedom, wild and rare.
The tall trees sway as if they know,
Shedding red flowers along my road—
Their welcome soft, their joy profound,
A carpet of blessings on the ground.

The long, winding roads curl and bend,
As though in love, they seek to send
A message tender, calm, and true:
“This city has been waiting for you.”

But sometimes, silence finds my door,
Loneliness pools on the wooden floor.
The language bends like a distant song,
I watch, I listen, but don’t belong.

The hours dissolve in the city’s veins,
The heart grows weary with unseen chains.
Dreams wait quietly, asking for more,
But time slips past like sand on the shore.

Still, in the hollow, a comfort lies—
No mask to wear, no borrowed ties.
Here I can breathe, unfettered, free,
A stranger shaping her destiny.

And I wonder, perhaps this ache I feel,
Is simply the price of a life made real.
For even the void, when held with grace,
Can bloom into love, can soften this ache.

And slowly, I know, the days will weave
A tender fabric I can believe.
The city’s whispers will turn to song,

And I shall find where I belong.

There’s peace in the unseen grace,
And I absorb it, at its pace!