In my dream yesterday,I visited a tavern
where i scribbled some poems in blue
the lines were beautiful like a sleep
So beautiful that I couldn't read them after my sleep,
They were like the night in Bangalore,
The Orange night of opium streets
The flashing car-ways of Ring Roads,
Like a night in Bangalore after 11
When Dogs invade the roads in packs
They hunt for food like a Monday rush hour
My lines in dreams were restless like those
Color purple, with a shade of blue
Opaque glass, outside filled with flowing night
So restless to enter into rooms...
So restless to enter into lives...
What a dream so close to life..!!
Or is it in life I am dreaming of a sleep...!!
where i scribbled some poems in blue
the lines were beautiful like a sleep
So beautiful that I couldn't read them after my sleep,
They were like the night in Bangalore,
The Orange night of opium streets
The flashing car-ways of Ring Roads,
Like a night in Bangalore after 11
When Dogs invade the roads in packs
They hunt for food like a Monday rush hour
My lines in dreams were restless like those
Color purple, with a shade of blue
Opaque glass, outside filled with flowing night
So restless to enter into rooms...
So restless to enter into lives...
What a dream so close to life..!!
Or is it in life I am dreaming of a sleep...!!
