#bombay
There once was a man from Bombay
Who enjoyed a remarkable day:
It started at sunrise
When the sun chose to unrise,
And it ended when Earth rolled away.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 2:26 PM UTC
Once a Road
Went east to west
Straight to Sea,
From his mountain stead.
Jealous the Rivers,
Made hue and cry.
From that arose a massive fight.
Just had the road reached Bombay,
Was when the Rivers had their final say,
Assembled together they flood the sky,
While everyone else wondered why.
57 days, the Sun wasn’t found,
As all her rays bowed to the Cloud.
Grim, she finally said to him,
“Part away, you delay a tryst, with my lovely Trees”
But the Cloud as well was in love with the Sea,
So he paid no heed as the road was in lead.
However, the Sea, did not care at all,
She was in love with the Lunar call.
To him she waved all night and day,
Alas, the loon was by the Sun swayed.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 8:49 AM UTC
How green is our city? Is it bleak and bare?
Do open spaces exist; or are only buildings erected there?
And what is that stench? Is it the pollution in the air?
And what if it is, do we in fact stop to care?
I once read that Bombay was called 'The city of Gold' -
And that there were gardens and open spaces manifold.
But I see no gardens nor strips of wastelands,
For flowers to grow so the city can look grand.
But instead the place is crowded with smoke.
How easy it is to turn the laws into a joke!
It is elsewhere; when global warming is the news,
It can't shock us enough, to stop us from the items we use .
There's a hole in the sky ... Is that of any consequence?
It's too far away for it to make any sense.
There should have been open spaces or trees lining up the roads,
But what we mostly see, is concrete or shanties in hoards!
I hear that it's the politicians' whim (?)
Myopic visions that are making our future dim.
But aren't we all in some way to blame?
For what has begotten this city to shame?
Can't anything be done to correct the flaws?
To discipline the people not to manipulate the laws?
Or do we have to wait for a court decree?
To allow us to co-exist peacefully?
To breathe fresh air and for better earth care?
Our city is decaying by the day -
What can be done to prevent this dismay?
Surely if each one of us realizes his due
There won't be such an environment issue.
The air will be clean, the earth, more green
The benefits of these is for us to reap
It's easy if we maintain its regular upkeep!
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
*Mumbai, City of dreams
Financial Capital and
Most populated Metropolitan
city in India .
India's premier scientific and
Nuclear Institutes
Are in Mumbai .
The film and Television
Industry also is in Mumbai .
Weather Humid throughout the year.
All this to the world .
For Me
My Favourite city and Place.
The best childhood days spent during Summer Vacations
With extended family .
Juhu beach , a favourite hangout
For us all cousins
A Jing bang of sorts :)
Making sand castles
Jumping in and out
of the
Sea waves together
Holding hands
Shouting out aloud .
Memories Memories And Memories
Never Let them go.
In fact ,
Make many More
With the Gen-Next ..
That's what I am in for !!*
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 3:50 AM UTC
What happens when an open space, once a canvas to your thoughts,
turn into a dingy cabin, where you are chained to a chair with no lumbar support
and a program is chipped into your brain to decode client briefs, one after the other,
however idiotic they might be,
only to churn out results that will please a super boss,
who has done the same, for n number of years more than you,
so that the numbers that are not on your side, look irrelevant, coz
the money that you are making for the company is very relevant, to them, their family
and the rest of mankind, but you?
You quit.
No, wait
You’ve got EMI’s to pay.
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 5:30 AM UTC
eid beckoned, and so did visarjan
being a keralite the stomach craved for Sadhya
so I found myself on Onam day
inching closer and closer to a meal gone cold
as the engine revved an unforgiving sigh
I swore aloud with all my might,
the city didn't even stop to breathe,
as mount mary fair blew my brains to sleep
only in bombay will one see,
religions cohere so beautifully
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
I tried to drown you from
my thoughts last night.
Me, and a bottle of gin.
I do this every night
until the taste of your love
no longer lingers on my tongue.
I keep doing this.
I keep failing.
And every morning,
You learn to swim.
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
Like all other cities in the clouds
this one is often wet and always loud.
Its air heavy with the sweat of labour
and light with the soothing lunar caress.
Its bricks, the stuff of dreams,
raised by giants, manifested in concrete.
Its people the dreamers.
There shoulders drenched in hope
Walk with weeping umbrellas to the sky
in painful black soles...
...Past snow globe dreamlands
of nebular realms and rainbow twilights
Shielded in walls of nothingness thick
to keep the fantasies in and the phantoms out.
And she prances on the grey greasy pavement
blowing bubbles of soap that brave the rain.
Her chin - the sun.
Her breath - the monsoon winds.
Her curls - the streams in the woods.
Her forehead - the promised land to each raindrop.
And her soul - the bliss that lies in the space between worlds.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
Brisk, warm, and easy to move on
No, not talking about a one night stand,
The cutting as they call,
The chai with the twist
Just enough to momentarily pause
Before you dive right back in
to the whirlwind of hope
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 4:09 AM UTC
Oh you saviour, of the rags and riches alike
The favourite of students, labourers, executives and wise
The in between of a mattress like loaf
Easy on the teeth, pocket, and hope
The staple of Bombay, the vada pav stop
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
You count the number of days to the next paycheck
Surprised as you may be, distant as it may seem,
These are still and will always be, the best days of your life
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
They say, in the city of dreams
We only look towards the sea in the west,
The open, the surreal emptiness
amidst all the concrete realities.
The waves recede to only come back stronger
As if they are listening to our voices,
While colliding against all that is brick and mortar,
Spraying the fruit of a wasted effort,
On the children of the promenade
The bricks are here to stay, and so is the sea
Both in mutual agreement to not harbour
Any more than what they can take
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
The local, strides through the rotten rails,
Metal to metal, rust to rust
The boggy sways and along with it, the hangers who
Hang in there, not by choice but by the might
Of time, distance, and bills to pay
The feeling is mutual as we stand, sway
Push, pull, and grab on to anything just to balance
Yet the journey never ends
It only begins.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
Pain,despair worry,
I see on faces as I stepped into a new city.
Children with hidden smiles,
Youth with lost dreams.
Disappearing into sea -like crowd.
Never did I know life was hard,
As I paused and looked around.
Lady dragging a cart,
Child begging on the street,
and then the sun set,
Leading way to a magical night!
Mumbai in its glory,
Where everyone lived on in merry,
Where old dreams were yesterday’s worry,
City of maximum mystery.
I was hopelessly in love with.
I strolled along in a dreamer’s path,
As the night passed by.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC