`
Now on the terrace,
Sitting.
The night breeze flows
Combing my hair
Back, and above
The night is dark
And shallow
Planets don't twinkle.
The neons glare aloud
As the incessant
Traffic screams by.
Clutching
The wind and the night,
I, helpless,
Try escaping.
`
Now on the terrace,
Sitting.
The night breeze flows
Combing my hair
Back, and above
The night is dark
And shallow
Planets don't twinkle.
The neons glare aloud
As the incessant
Traffic screams by.
Clutching
The wind and the night,
I, helpless,
Try escaping.
`
Bengaluru, KA,
February, 2007
