Everywhere I go neon lights make me numb
Travel leaves little memories
Marching on
Between every city and vitamin soul
Little memories working
In a machine
Marching on.
Tag: south
Cycle to the past
At the vacant beach
Wave after wave of memory.
On a bike, I cycle all the way
To my childhood.
Call of the sea
I wrote a letter on home,
Crumpled it up, set it on fire.
A few words escaped,
And flew under my bed.
Now in my dreams
They whisper to me.
Rijul Ballal 