Menagerie of Contrasts

I can't see birds flying
but cats with light captured in their eyes stare at me from dustbin piles at night.
Constructed green trees 'implanted' across
the 'coast' that seems like a crystal ball, with sparkling souqs and dazzling malls;
pot-holed streets and bylanes failing to deter
noisy racing bikes from moving only on rear wheels.
The deprived, hot exteriors pitted against
the luxurious, cold insides
Posh, marbled mansions alongside
dusty matchbox cement-rises;
A thousand flashy cars whizzing past
goggle-eyed pedestrians( teeming crowds of foreigners
beaming with the feel of glittering notes with prying eagles);
flowing fuel and trickling water...
Doha hurls delightful contrasts at me.

Discernible discreet Doha

For years,
I was brought up on a staple diet of boredom and routine.
I fled the deserts of time and am at the spiritual oasis-Doha.
I see things in perspective. I eat a wholesome mindful of rich experience
and stretch my cranial muscles, now.
I oil the rusted cogs of my cerebral machine; I put them to good use, now.
My mind, obese with years of subcutaneous nothings, goes for a jog, now.
The desert sands of Doha have done me great good-
Washed away dunes of baneful monotony deposited on me.
I feel fulfilled, I talk to myself,My loneliness educates me, keeps me going