Off it off

I still go to Bangalore
(It’s not even Bangalore now)
for braindead client meetings

And though you’ve left town
a long time back-
Bangalore is you,
in my head.

You never leave me when I am here.
Not in windowless conference rooms
Not in pubs reeking of stale beer
Not in streets stinking of anarchy

You’re the taste
on the tip of my tongue.
You are the smell I smell.
Until sudden hot tears
sting my eyes.

No, I don’t miss you at all, bitch!
I am strong like that

It’s just this fucking ache.
Formerly known
as Bangalore.


About ramanujshastry

Judgmental, self-obsessed, pompous, unbalanced and brilliant. In that order. View all posts by ramanujshastry

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