Eternal Muse

Painting by the German artist, Martin Köster

Brilliant skyscrapers, 
Mosaic paths sway to songs 
Of crushed bricks and rocks, 
This gleaming concrete jungle - 
Spews blinding diversity.

There's an undeniable charm to cities. Even for someone who dislikes noise and large crowds, I find cities to hold an immeasurable trove of stories and journeys. I'm especially thrilled my college is located in a city I'd describe as a cultural hub - there's so very much to see and talk and think about.

The beauty lies in the diversity of it all. Not just in the kind of people or shops but in time. Tucked away on little streets or roaming the shops are people, trapped in their own eras, people who have refused to change or embrace the novelty that's cropping up every day. And they stand out, not like a sore thumb but like gleaming pedestals - that serve as reminders of the city's tremendous growth, and these people stand guard to a legacy that exudes an exhilarating charm.

If you go early enough, at that exact moment the world appears to wake - you can see them start their day; artists and nomads and travellers - some walk around tugging their belongings while others park beneath a tree and take out their thoughts on papers and canvases.

And even when the busy people start coming around, when buses with grumpy drivers and anxious students take over the streets and the city divides into two - they'll stay where they are deriving inspiration from the one eternal muse that'll never die - the city itself, with its gleaming skyscrapers and refreshingly peculiar

Thoughtfully yours,
D

Originally published on https://myrandomspecificthoughts.wordpress.com/2023/02/05/eternal-muse/