Pause

Time always slows down in the coffee shop
Amongst the humming humans and clinking cutlery 
I peer outside the tall windows at the life of the city 
Women in suits, strutting up & down the pavement; 
talking rapidly - something at work maybe
Men rushing with tubelights and printers;
Hurrying to get the work done before their shift.
Christian women in their Goanese dresses; 
Devouring their midweek ice cream cones 
Teenage girls with their teenage guys;
Laughing their heads off - not a care in the world. 
Oh how wonderful it is to stop time. 
To watch each second move so nonchalantly. 

Time always slows down when I'm home 
I peer out of my bedroom window at the city lights 
We brought the stars to the ground, dear 
Twinkling to the beats of the traffic noise
The front door opens to a familiar scent 
Of damp cement and pigeon poop.
How magnificent is this city 
Where just the sight of people revives you 
The smell of the rain thrives you and
The sound of life re-energizes you.