Riding through BTM after midnight

By Kanak Astha

Misty clouds giving the dark sky a faded glow,

Are few of the things Bengaluru has with it.

It is the city where lanes go silent after 12,

But the roads, ironically never go void.

Riding through the lanes of BTM,

I saw a very old couple,

Wrapping up their shop on the back of a rugged stroller,

And setting their bed on the top of it.

Because the dark night here is always in sync with peaceful wind,

Making the sleep on the stroller just beneath the misty sky feel like sleeping in heaven.

Moving forward I see a series of juice shops,

Just beside a huge residential complex,

As the lanes meet roads here,

Even life after midnight never stops.

I see youngsters chattering away their daily worries,

Over sips of Lime Soda or Orange Punch,

And the same misty night sky,

Becomes a way to find themselves in this quintessential city.