Old Bangalore

Silk Board Junction

South ParadeTown Hall
Memories in black and white, memories in grey...

memories that take you back, to a simpler day.

I yearn for peace in this city of dreams,

I search ceaselessly for some silent green

Stop the honking, hear the song of the wind,

leave your wheels behind, to walk in the rain

Reach out your palm and hold the droplets in your hand,

for one tiny moment, free yourself from the constraints of your mind...

Nights that put a spell on you
when you find freedom all at once
it comes unexpected to set your soul soaring above moral grounds
all that feels right is what your insticts say
mind and body follow that distinct scent of the wilderness within

I crave what i cannot have
it comes to me though i try to look away
grabbing me in its untame charm, weakening my resistance, threatening my calm

It takes me to heights of ecstatic pain, I fight to break free of its intoxicating grip
on my body and mind... I fear the world outside
I hear the words, the voices, so familiar..one amidst them is too close ..far too close...

faces fade to memories, which in turn get blown away in a kiss
I give in for a moment... a moment of complete bliss..

But thats all i can take from the world... for freedom is always shortlived
I break the spell and dive back into the morals that bind my space
I walk away from what could be... towards the comfort that i know
back into those arms that hold the promise of tomorrow
in confinement finding freedom that limits the soul

right and wrong have never been clear to me
and i guess they'll never be....