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Saturday, September 2, 2017

[off] a poetry in the lovely city of bangalore



It has been a while I have had the heart or the mind to write some rhyming lines comprising of a poem, not that I have been particularly busy but maybe I was just fighting some battles that made me feel so. Bangalore, the silicon valley of India, the Garden City as they say it, is a beautiful city. The weather pleases me like no other city of this country, it is remarkable that I have to come back to the city from where I had started my professional journey.

So on a lovely rainy night I decided to try myself and type down some words in random order. Trying to sound lyrical and, to understand the beauty in words and expression.

So here goes, a poem untitled, as below

Its 4 am and the perfect time to get lonely,
As the world sleeps it comes to me very clearly
the silence wasn't meant for the deaf
the darkness wasn't meant for the blind
it is but the feelings inside of us
that we are destined to find.
Of course does that mean we can?
Is it so easy and effortless a task,
Sometimes senses fail us, comprehension we lose
The life in our blood from the bruises ooze
drop into the darkness we cannot see
fly into the noise we cannot hear
drown into the depths we cannot swim
nobody is here nor will be, my dear.