Midnight Echoes: Tales from the Metro’s Embrace To Your Eyes

Mihar Diaries . . .

Beneath the city’s shroud, the metro’s sigh,
I board the train, under the night sky.
A concrete jungle of stories untold,
In the heart of the city, emotions unfold.

Windows like mirrors to a soul unseen,
Reflecting the hopes and the places I’ve been.
Each building, a chapter, etched in its face,
A narrative written in the city’s embrace.

As the train glides through the city’s heartbeat,
I peer into windows where emotions meet.
Loneliness whispers, a quiet refrain,
In the midst of the lights, a profound pain.

Neon signs flicker, like dreams in the mist,
In the eyes of the buildings, the memories persist.
Faces pass by, each a novel in disguise,
A symphony of souls under the urban skies.

The train’s hum, a melancholic tune,
Echoes the stories of the city’s monsoon.
Raindrops of memories, falling so slow,
In the midnight metro, where emotions grow.

Through the glass, a world painted with yearning,
A canvas of feelings, in silence, returning.
Lovers part ways, their eyes full of sorrow,
In the heart of the city, where time we borrow.

Stations, like chapters, unfold and then fade,
Leaving imprints of moments, decisions made.
The metro, a vessel of emotional flight,
In the tapestry of the city, where day turns to night.

And as I step off into the silent street,
I carry the echoes of strangers my eyes meet.
The concrete jungle, a symphony of sights,
In the metro’s embrace, where emotions ignite.

And in the stillness, where streetlights softly gleam,
I turn to you, a companion in this dream.
Your eyes, a reflection of stories unknown,
In their depths, a sanctuary I’ve longed to own.

The unknown land may pulse with life’s strife,
But within your gaze, I find a refuge, a life.
In the mosaic of emotions, in this city so vast,
Your eyes are the anchors, holding me fast.