Poetry

Madras, You Made Me.

Madras, you found me.
From those endless caffeinated nights, to chasing the dawn of new eras by your sun kissed beach.
In between college hours, we escaped to find our moments of carefreeness. Madras, you called me.

They told me that dark is the forbidden, but you showed me it is full of desire.
And that the white can't exist without the dark.
Oh, Madras, you taught me!
And when those that you loved suddenly left you one day, Madras - you loved me back.
Because if love is not life, then my heart would not beat for you.
And while your cacophony irks me, your warmth fills those empty spaces where no one has seen.

Because if the city where I come from gave birth to me,
Madras, you made me.