When one fine day,
from the dirt laced window of a public bus,
amidst the world's craziest crowd,
on a time that's least like a fairytale,
suppose, you see your city afresh
with an eye of an explorer, and
your life for a while turns into
an unplanned adventure,
a walk along the pavement becomes
a hike on an exquisite trail,
the regular rail invades the serpentine tunnel.


A city so very beautiful, you wonder, how come hides under the dusty veil of regularity!
Time throbs for a while as a random day inhales the sudden breeze of novelty.
The Sun and the shadow have all the colours trapped in one fine magical maze,
as the splash of monsoon moistens those thick bricks of dry pastels,
that's when I paint my city with the brush of my eyes and the hands of imagination.