Al Burj Khalifa- Dubai

I Just Stand Here alone. Factually, A feat, A pinnacle of Engineering at almost A thousand meters high, A colossus, an omnipresence Comparable to God- a man made concept advertised to exhaustion. Amongst concrete caricature cliche’d into postcards and keychains, I am The subject, the focus and distinguished character; an over- exaggerated needle in a haystack. In status of Symbol of City, I am the entirety of the City- Iron soaked cement stands for a point proven. Isn’t that why you’re here? Why exactly I was made in such manner perhaps Remains more of a mystery to you than to me, I think. I suppose its only a difference of our perspectives. I cannot claim to understand it fully myself; you’re only here to gaze into glare of glass panes, To burn white spots into your vision; a mirage dancing on a surface too hot to touch. I don’t have much choice on the other hand- you put me here and made this mine. The sun’s reflection on windows sink with the dusk, harsh light dulling to transparency. Its like only I can see the red lights shine through this golden city.