Friday, February 01, 2013


every night, a city limps back to its glory
cities are full of stories
of bye lanes and fast moving trains
cities weep at night
between neon and ozone
cities flock together
discuss their careers
they exchange smog and rubble
leftovers and sewage
cities analyse their statistics
and print newspapers
finally cities mockingly smile at each other
and go back to being unconscious.


A short story
once met a long story,
they were written around the same time
about the same people
the shorter one narrated his story
precisely to what longer one described
but the shorter one
ended quickly
and the long story went forever
and then the short story fell asleep.