Somehow the air is different,
Possessed by a deathly quiet, it makes you think,
The silence is much welcomed in a maddeningly fast world,
Especially at night the world around becomes so still,
It is as though, not a single living being but you exists
The thickness of the air comforts you, leaving you in your own reverie,
Like a blanket enveloping you,
The feeling is unparalleled,
I have not seen it anywhere else in any other place,
A Bangalore night has a distinct quiet which to some may even seem eerie,
It is as though with the sun's slumber all living beings too fall prey to their dreams,
No one stirs or speaks or dares make a noise,
One may hear the occasional vehicle rumble by or a dog's bark,
But those sounds are numbed by the night air itself,
For some the quiet means peace; for others it means boredom or fear,
For me it is a nothing but a heavenly feeling to soak in the quiet heavy air,
There's just something so different and special about a Bangalore night!
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
