Something woke me up..
a familiar face flashed before me,
one that I could not place in my mind’s album..
but very familiar….

I got up and walked over to the living room….
before I could switch on the lights,
my eyes caught the sight
of a part of Bengaluru….

through the window
opening into the sit out….
I had to step out and take a few snaps….

I am sure
I am not the only one
awake when the city sleeps….
But…. who are you…..?
How do we know each other…..?
-Vinod-

Categories: Personal, Poetry

Tags: Poetry, Waking Up