LaPrek's by Ravish Kumar

I am just changing my room, not the city.
     We have our memories in this Pushp Vihar room and 
you say you're just changing a room.

Look, tenants don't have a city of their own. I wonder how many
cities live under the roofs of lacs of flats in Delhi. I found you
on the terrace of one such flat. Only the address is going to change.
     No, you are not emotional at all. I wish this city had an end.

Then what would you have done?
     We could have made our room in it's lap.

(Pg - 4)

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You make me dream like a flyover. I don't even realise
that my dreams will get stuck in a jam after the descent.
My dreams about flying like AIMS flyover fly away
when we get down at Dhaula Kuan.

Alright, but at least South-Ex's jam looks like the dreams 
in the shining hoarding at the roadside market. Why do you 
always look sad like the yellow quarters of Sarojini Nagar? 

Because you frequently look fake like Select City Walk.

HaHa. Look here's Barahpula and there's Humayun's Tomb.
How about we get down here like Defence Colony?

I don't know.

(Pg - 16)