LOVE : here and there

we like to walk..in alleys, roads,quieter place..
where trees gape..
and inquisitive windows peek

we enjoy songs, with guitar strings thrown apart..
and play 29 with our love as the partner..
we monopolise our city..
our songs, dance, our food..
we proudly announce about our boy friend's job.

we eat,
go on dates every alternate day..
even groundnuts will do..
we go for movies in groups,
yet like to sit beside our love.

we are adamant..
when others pull our legs,
about the guy we are dating..
we love others too..
their food..
the alleys that lead to them..
where we just hold hands..
but others get closer..
kiss, make love..
and we cry of shame..
and then unknowingly, we concentrate on the food..

we like green,
with those bamboo stalks pining to be visible... 
and yet love the red vermillion at mid-year festivities..
and the grape vines, dusty and filthy..
they make us nostalgic..
then there is the known address..

we are what we are..

and we wonder how new places would greet us..