The city is beautiful to paint at night on the porch. Here you hear the noise well, you see things going with their airs, you touch them with the bare hands, you smell, and taste. When you move further, you see the smell at the crime scenes. These poems look at the city or the chain of towns and villages that looks completely like a city, the urban life's vibrant essence, complexities, and unique character of this city. The city that delves into the bustling streets with diverse communities and these are its truth and beauty. However, we cannot forget the questions of the meditative mind. Why the humanity's obsession with controlling its environment? Has the city a religion and the spirituality, and what are these?