City of #Love

part-i
#MY city of love

the cobbled streets were the companions,
the rocky shores with the stone-d hearts communion,
the crashing waves with resonating echoes
privy to my joy, my woes, bare feet and colored toes.

many a conversations, many a whispers
many a secrets often bordering on the blasphemous
a smile shared and a stolen stare,
feeling complete, in #MY city of love.

part-ii
my city of #LOVE

somethings you can never define
unknown streets with inviting signs
yet it's the company which renders the apparent topsy turvy
and you don't mind a bit,
for what's life without some whims and fancy?

stinging cold and blazing sun
warmth of the fire and the ice-ring-fun
city of opposites, and it holds true even for the 'beings'
for many a memories were formed and lived.

part-zero
if one is #MY city of love, the other is my city of #LOVE.
and i'm stuck in the between
it's a battle that will never end.
a war of words, which is never won.
the clashes of ego which is never let gone.
where no one lets bygones be bygones.

i can never pick a side
if one is the comfort, other becomes the pride.
for both are my place to be
to escape to, when it all becomes too big a deal.