Thursday, October 17, 2013

An ode to a dream city

You are
Like a city of dreams
To me,
A city
Standing quiet
Amidst colored lights,
Flashbulbs posting instagrams
And vendors calling trade cries
Noodles, hakka gravy,
High heels crossing pelican stripes savvy,
Cars standing bumper to bumper,
And a lucid smell of lavender,
All conjure up a flavour,
Of you being a city,

You are
Like a city of dreams,
To me how your maidan green
Become imagery of life,

You are my city of throbbing heart,
Where an evening arrives with a rounded moon
Hanging smart.

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