In Bangalore, In Between
Beauty dances with movement,
days carry with ease.
The birds, and the horns.
Traffic weaves its endless logic,
yet in between the noise,
there are still corners where times pauses.
The buildings do not impose – they wait.
Trees grow in unexpected places,
As if the city had agreed to be soft in certain moments.
People move like lines of poetry;
not always linear, not always explained.
The light changes often, like a though reconsidered.
There are streets where silence lives longer than noise,
and courtyards where shadows speak more than voices.
Bangalore is not a city you conquer –
it is one you overhear.
It offers itself in layers;
a posture, a corner, a line of laundry
that tells you more than an entire conversation.
Here, beauty is a negotiation.
Not instant, not polished –
but honest,
and often unintentional.
What is love if not the act of shaping
for the ones who dwell in within and in between you?
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