Faces

A melee of faces,
male, female,
young, old,
smiling, grumpy,
some familiar,
but mostly unknown.
A few random names floating across airwaves -- their identities blurred.
All pushing their way forward.
Through a bulging, swelling wave of human current,
emerging from matchbox like apartments dotting the city skyline,
and pouring onto the streets in a beeline.
These faces -- they are bearers of stories -- multiple and varied.
Some of which -- handed down to them through generations,
that they preserve like treasures,
safeguarding them from prying eyes,
maturing in their wisdom,
and even suffering in their starkness, sometimes.
But never stopping from crafting new tales everyday.
Those that touch lives.
Those that breathe life into the city's vitals.
I, too, am a part of this melee.
With my share of the story.
Observing the ripples quietly, and blending into their rhythm eventually.