A smile is more real than a kiss
Here in Bengaluru my longing amplifies,
Becomes anxious.
After years and decades of being away
Here I am home, away from home.
In Bengaluru.
Here when folks see me, they long for where I was.
How can I explain to them
That going away, my light was split,
As if through a shattered prism.
And that coming back, I found my one shadow,
In all your eyes, showing more of me
Than I left behind.
So here I am, kissing my lust,
But longing for a smile,
From you, you, and you.
