Rain in a city(city chronicles)

..then it pops like a bottled up soda can

What is inside gushes out, gentle streams at first
Changing to roaring rapids -
the muddy, murky waters emerge from the nether
From bare wires to putrefying matter - everything awash
As a city's underbelly churns during every rain -
The acid, in a gut reflex, its bowels regurgitating -
The yellow bile of excesses spew out
along with the putrid and the poop!
There is no concrete placebo for this to loop

The glasshouse of summer heat explodes with a rising storm
Then there is no stopping the city river, in the lashing rain
Overflowing from every "manhole", crevice and drain -
No pathways to be seen, no anchors to drop -
As my feet wade through these waters - the currents in fury
Like the violated Ganges, who laments on her lost purity
What trace of a natural glacier or lush dew drop would I find in a city?
Even as the gusts howl, wipers motor on windshields
Cars line up, bumper-to-bumper, headlights flash and honks blare
The blinding sheets of rain in a city, I see it float disembowelled in its own river, without a care!

Summer in a city(citychronicles)

The city dweller wanders like a desert-worn cactus
the tar roads wind, shimmering in the brazen heat
Pathways rattle like an ill-begotten trapeze artist
Just as the air coughs up like a chain smoker
Cigarette butts get strewn like charred corpses
The ghosts of the urban jungle haunt
Their murmuring muffled by mammoth trumpets -
Those horns that recede with screeching tires
Just like ambulance sirens signal the rush 'n' wait
for life to birth or die

Over the dead's mound - a blade of grass grows
The soil loosens from beneath the cement ,
The city's glasshouse splinters at that moment
To the wanderer who listens:
A story retells itself - somewhere, from faraway time,
Of a tiny bud that breathed of the living
True to its nature, to bloom under wide green canopies!