Your dreams are peculiar
of success,betrayal and
fake love
in the corridors of power.
The long winding lanes
of the old as complex as human relationships.
The striking fast metro of the new
as fragile and mechanised as new love.
The temples,the mosques
and the fabled sufi
all call you home,
yet the longing in your heart
as strong as of a lonely pebble in the desert.
Delhi goodbye for now
maybe another time
I'll come back
to seek ....
what I leave behind.
what we leave behind can be found in traces and in abundance with us in how we live our new place
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