So I wrote a thing
It's not a poem, but it's not not-a-poem either?? Idk If you could read it & give me your opinions that'd be great! Title (tbc): city of contradictions/ Kolkata This city of contradictions; With its familiar peculiarity And its peculiar familiarity. My home 5000 miles from home. This city of contradictions; Never has the phrase 'ordered chaos' made more sense than watching the random choreography of these streets. These streets which dance with vibrant dullness. The gentle yet violent hum of shouts, bangs and beeps. Blinding colours dusted with a layer of grey. This city of contradictions; Never has nonsense made more sense. The energising exhaustion Of life and death and life In all its fullness and its emptiness. Hopeful in its hopelessness And helpful in its helplessness. Devastating poverty And all the more devastating wealth. This city of contradictions; The abnormality of complete normality. This family of complete strangers, I'm welcomed as an outsider. Constantly on edge, yet so at ease In this dangerous safety This city of contradictions; I'm brought to tears and I leap for joy. You are dirty, loud and confusing, Beautiful, mad and horrific, With your terrible endings and amazing fresh starts. You, city of contradictions, You have captured my heart