In answer to ma's blog
i sit at a desolate desk
with coffee drunk eyes around me
i await summer days
when i can feel
the sweat trickle down my back
when memories of a dank city
can come back to me
i remember ur teto shukto and posto
patla dal seems delectable
much more precious than subs and pizzzas
i see dreams of tandooris drenched in their red glow
and i wait to smell the fresh lemon
the lime water which soothes body soul and mind
perhaps i miss the utter negativity of that city
it used to make me feel alive
it is sometimes nice to feel the utter exhaustion
that my city could bring to me
even more precious was returning home
to your pampering hands
it would feel nice to come back now to someone
perhaps to the romance that you share
hopefully someday ur girl will find it too
the romance of a city and a guy.
with coffee drunk eyes around me
i await summer days
when i can feel
the sweat trickle down my back
when memories of a dank city
can come back to me
i remember ur teto shukto and posto
patla dal seems delectable
much more precious than subs and pizzzas
i see dreams of tandooris drenched in their red glow
and i wait to smell the fresh lemon
the lime water which soothes body soul and mind
perhaps i miss the utter negativity of that city
it used to make me feel alive
it is sometimes nice to feel the utter exhaustion
that my city could bring to me
even more precious was returning home
to your pampering hands
it would feel nice to come back now to someone
perhaps to the romance that you share
hopefully someday ur girl will find it too
the romance of a city and a guy.
posted by beas hyphasis at 1:03 PM
2 Comments:
I left this city you talk about, and i returned; and as i prepare to leave it yet again, i feel what you felt when you wrote this..
I am about to return to this city for a brief visit and am waiting with bated breath to see what my reaction would be. By the way are one of Premankur's friends?
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