A nocturnal walk in a bangalore street
is like a flash of a movie with colorful frames
Old sixties oozing out from pubs at night
blues and jazz from dreams of yesterdays
the green & yellow three tyre cabs
the peacocks of nights waiting for customers
I walk past dreams & screams that their souls have seen
What colour the nights of sleepless watchmen will have
the crysanthamum shine in lights
A flower seller peddles with his empty baskets
where his flowers will be smiling now ? i thought
some will be showering on Gods
some will find their ways into beautiful hairs
some will end up in some lover's hands
The last metro is going like a purple arrow
windows of lights through the sleeps of the city.
a dreamer walks past me with his stumbling steps
as if he had drank the entire night
to keep away his sober day with sorrows!
I walked through a Bangalore night
The Sulfurous nights of street lamps
and the city sleeps with colorful dreams..
