In Utopia

My year comprises three hundred and sixty ordinary days.

Some events and incidents make moments special

Family and freinds make hours unforgettable

Everyday I drive miles and miles yet cover so little..

my life is decent if not a fairytale

And I feel lucky enough to live in this city,

The city of joy.

My summer conspires with monsoon to stay longer.

I never run out of patience when I'm waiting for autumn

My time passes in seconds and in months

Along with the whole city I wait for someone..

When I stand infront of her amongst the crowd,

I look into the eyes of the Goddess of power,

I find peace and comfort.

My city looks like one of those from fairytales.

Everyone celebrates and she is the reason to celebrate

I walk on my feet and I cover a great distance

Searching happiness,colours,emotions and fragnance..

When she is gone time will pass in oblivion and nostalgia.

I live three hundred and sixty days in an ordinary world

and four in utopia.