Bombay Meri Hei

O city of many peoples dream, o my beloved Bombay

Aamchi Mumbai miss you I do so very much, in many a way.

For enjoyed I did my childhood there, you were my very own Bombay

Along with you, now gone is the love n warmth of my parents, whom I miss every single day.

My school, college n Hosp. friends, shared with whom I have many a cherished day

Your splendid buildings, monuments lure me; of them what can I say !

Also I miss the Paak Atash Behrams n Agiyaris where we went to pray.

Those yummy eating joints; ah! Sooooo many; long is the list, tempt me like shiny golden hay

Every foodiie's stomach n heart in those varied joints lies, this emphatically I do say

My Af, took us out for treats many, and would never allow us to pay

Family picnics we had umpteen; Juhu n Aaksa Beach mention I must,  where games many we did play

Remember I, how every New Year's eve, to those lovely lilting numbers, all night we did sway

O beautiful beloved Bombay, even now my head and heart in you does lie, that's all I can say.

Armin Dutia Motsshaw

The very first glance n lost I was in those pools deep


Slowly but certainly into them, losing my total identity, I did seep


Under my skin, in every *****, unknowingly though; you quietly did creep


From that day, lost I have, my slumber sweet, I now can't sleep.

Just a glance of you, stimulates my heartbeats; the monitor wildly does beep


Totally lost I am today, ah ! what magic is this ! my identity I can no longer keep


Falling in love is a very dangerous thing; you lose everything; there's nothing to reap


Empty are your hands, heart n mind; only with pearl like tears, your eyes weep.


Armin Dutia Motashaw

LOVE NEVER DIES

Ah ! so very young she was, just in inter science, when fell in love she did

But scared she was to this admit, trying to suppress, she, it very cleverly hid

But her Mom read her expressive eyes n requested her to her feelings share

Confiding in her Mom,  she admitted, "yes, him I love & for him, really care"

With her Ma's guidance, she his attention won; love blossomed n did bloom

Soon married they were, joy there was aplenty in families both; for anything else, there was no room

soon after, arrived a cute plump baby boy, who was for everyone a wonderful, cuddly toy.

Life was one big great celebration, there was plenty of love, prosperity and joy.

Good things end so did their luck; when pregnant with her baby 2nd; in an accident her love died

Shattered she was, changed had drastically, in a moment, her life; now a widow from a bride.

Sorrow surrounded her, both sets of parents now shifted to live with her, to help her survive

Worried they were about her n her babe; eagerly everyone was awaiting for the baby to arrive

When saw they the new born son, everyone impulsively knew, it was him, who was born again

As they put him on her lap, she immediately said," love never dies, you had to come back again"

"NOW MY VALENTINE IS REBORN AS MY SON".
TRUE, EVERYONE ALMOST SIMULTANEOUSLY SAID, "LOVE NEVER DIES "

Armin Dutia Motashaw

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY

Love and excitement there is in the air, romantic seem may the atmosphere;

Cupid may his arrows dart at many and at some, even a spear;

But, St Valentine is a symbol of love; not just for young couples; it's for everyone

Love for parents, siblings, friends, neighbors, for the poor, for just about anyone

So, show your parents you care for them; with them, for them, some time n money spend

Towards your siblings, spouse, friends please a step ahead take, or even slightly bend

This Valentine's, plants do gift, not flowers; needs the world  oxygen more, more green

From this Valentine's, plan to remain peaceful and create an atmosphere serene

LOVE ALL YOUR DEAR ONES

Armin Dutia Motashaw

A  CURTAIN OPAQUE

Darling, now between us there is an opaque soundproof thick grey curtain

The future seems hopeless, dark, cloudy, and absolutely uncertain

People now seem fed up when I remember something n speak about you

Move on I have to, everyone so says; but how does one? Know this, do you?

"You live in the past", is the allegation they make; "yes I do"; is my answer ;

But can someone tell me, where is that ******* switch, can someone please answer

I agree I have to all over again learn to live without you; guide me, how do I this do?

Tell me, all of you, snuggly sitting up there in Heaven; how can I forget all of you???

Armin Dutia Motashaw

SHOOTING IN THE DARK

Guesses I keep making about all of you; but without any reply from your end

Good morning n good night messages hundreds; and many others too, I send

Do my prayers reach you all, do these prayers happy make you or help you ?

Exasperating it is, these one way messages; and frankly speaking frustrating too

There's no one to help n guide me, no one to understand my feelings too

These days, keep s hooting in the dark my questions I do

O Ahura, Your help I desperately seek; help me please; will You?

Armin Dutia Motashaw

THIS IS LIFE

When you die, people many will tears shed, some may cry n yet a few may even shriek

This for days few will go on; people generally good about you also speak

Then this sentiment slowly dies, it becomes very feeble, absolutely weak

Even your own kids will away give your treasured things, in the coming months or weeks

Once every year offer food to a crow they may, who dips in the "kheer" his beak

You may be garlanded, with a sandal wood garland, after being captured in a frame sleek

Your grandchildren remember you may vaguely, a memory blurred n weak

Perhaps some inquisitive one,  may questions ask; and your details seek.

THAT'S THE END OF YOUR STORY.

Armin Dutia Motashaw