Mumbai

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