Leaving Bangalore – January 2013

BANGALOREOn a cold morning, this ride to the airport
is an exercise in remembrance.

Inside us, numb fingers deconstruct a city,
listing out its metaphors, one by one:

The skyline hovers over its shaving water.
An eagle, soaked in sun, talons the blue.

Joggers flit, arcing electric post to post;
light hums lucid, winter catches its breath.

Milestones cave into rear-view mirrors.
Acrid, memory burns like rubber, stinging.

Cities are bits of prose masquerading as poetry,
deciphering them is a dead end.

Like paradoxes, we must leave them behind.
Silver-finned, let’s take to the skies.

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