This is our journey. And our love, will sail us through.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Bangalorenama of night.

How is this city celebrated to be urban?
When there are no bars or places open after eleven at night..
And the most congested streets on its bodies
Start to vaporize in thin words
Couples loose on their beds.
The windows are always lit up with flashes from the TV and
The gnawing gargle of some one’s drunken brawl...
And when I walk down the desolated street
Even the dogs seems more bored than me....
It is weird to come out of love and then be in a place which has nothing
To entertain to you at nights. There are buzzing neon glares of
Home run bakeries, which seem too exhausted to serve any one any more
So they slam the shutters even before you can imagine. Students
Roam around this road, munching something they luckily got
From the only shop open at this hour.

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