Having lived one third of the year in the city, I thought it wouldn't be fair to not write something for it. So here I present, Mumbai as I see it.
Lamps
filled with dead carcasses
Roads
filled with burning engines
Preoccupied
robots filled pavements
Lights laden
buildings, shimmering past the other
Rain
laden clouds float rumbling
With
sunlight peeping through their veil
And stars
playing hide and seek
Somewhere
in this hustle and cloud covers
Breathes
a city, unbound and awake
Bustling
lives on rolling wheels
Rushing,
pushing through a bodied sea
Western,
Central and Harbor lifelines
Colaba
to Virar and Versova to Vashi
Carrying
the people filled bogies
From stocks to
science and posh to slums
A city of dreams and fame
A city of fashion and bling
A city of theater and art
A city of no sleep, a city called Mumbai
