Phew !!

Everyday ends with the Moon rising above
and the Sun sinking down
Its like the unstoppable stupid teenage thoughts
Moving cars and speeding bikes
Stopping only at the RED signal

Seeing myself in my self mirror
Its as if I cannot stop myself from thinking
Love is motivating
Whoever the partner be
Books, pen, paper, rides, food or MEN.

Ignited still undeniable fact underlying
whispering repeatedly...
"Bangalore absolutely has no beaches".