The city

To imagine all those rays

Coming from the sun.

How as kids we draw the rays

Of straight line around a smiley face.

October is here

And the sky is gonna dress up

In moods of colors 

A bit of orange, a mild crimson

A bit of grey from the monsoon clouds 

A bit of pink, and black.

It is Bangalore

The city, its hustle, never ending roads

Houses like matchboxes

One upon the other, side by side.

Calls of roadside vendors 

Mixed with the train whistles, fading in to the night.

I'm gonna miss her

The breeze would carry all those moments 

Past six years of my life..

Here I started to bloom

One petal at a time

Here I learned to sway a bit

One direction at a time

And here I learned to wither

when it demanded another bloom..

Oh! How much I learned,

Heart has ached, healed

And ached all the same.

May we live a day

Where it feels like a cold coffee 

On a hot summer day

The memories we lived,

Me and a thousand pieces of myself..!