O Bangalore

Missies, pretty and well-endowed,
hunks, rugged and macho.
Wrap defiant attitudes in urban attires,
and prefer to live life in the fast lane.
Feel conveniently secure in,
dim-lit bars and noisy pubs.
Blow smoke rings between,
leisurely sips and tasty tidbits.
Zoom around in a drunken haze,
careless and carefree, they are.
Life begins through thy veins,
O Bangalore, even the metro!

Women, engrossed and trussed,
men, bored and seeking.
Wrap frustration in branded outfits,
and prefer to live a life of pretence.
Feel comfortably secure in,
ashrams and holistic retreats.
Take deep breaths between,
chanting mantras and yoga poses.
Walk around in a hallowed haze,
confused and piqued, they are.
Life moves through thy veins,
O Bangalore, even the metro!

Grannies, frail and wise,
grandpas, mellowed and patient.
Wrap loneliness in altered garments,
and want to live every moment.
Feel conveniently secure in,
old-age homes or with reluctant off-springs.
Stifles a sniffle between,
every step and flashes of reminiscence.
Wobble around in a submissive haze,
perturbed and glum, they are.
Life ebbs through thy veins,
O Bangalore, even the metro!

Woman

Beautiful among his creations,
blooms when nurtured in freedom.
So have fun and let her be; for change
is a part of her chemistry,
and of life itself.