Another one for Mumbai

It is the city with thousands lights
Of dreams, of men, of mad mad nights

You can run a million miles and try
this city will show you pleasures for life
Which grew from all its blocked up drains
and clogged up roads and houses bent...

They see the scum, i see the sky
and hope and hope for more delights
the potholes trip and scrape my knees
i stand right back, for Promised land

That land shall see one more new face
flash lights will shine on one more name
Till then i walk the crowded road
and smile on at that stranger's face...

Glimpses

wakefulness. 
missing a bus ride. 
raindrops n scented candles. 
a red quilt, few blue cushions and the orange striped bed sheet. 
few untold moments. and a smile. 
of years melting away. of days getting longer.
some warmth. the whirring of the fan.
and shadows. reflections in space.
comfort of an auto ride. bumpy roads.
love, and some waterfalls.


red, yellow and pink flowers.
the rusty road.
more stories, more thoughts.
intense. superfluous.
cold walls. warm hands.
embrace.
slow, fast, slow, slow, fast. faster.
abrupt.
mocha. maggi and more.
back seat. front gears.
all yours. all mine.
not ours. not ever.


transient. ever changing.
all same.
one day. 2 nights.
3 years.
and a decade.
open and free.
free and lost. but walks.
gentle wind. close friends.
sweet nothings.
smile. live. breathe.
a life's song.

As I sit down to pen my thoughts

i miss the ink spots

and smudges on my fingertips

as i chew on the fleeting,

elusive line that would explain

what i am feeling.

They are like the friends we make,

who are but a memory

from that part of us, which exists

but is lost

in the present tense

while habits have taken control

of our routine day and night role.

I search for that name

in the contact list of my cell phone

the one i want to talk with

is now long gone…

erased from the memory

of the sim and the phone

and i lie here

hoping she would hear

and we could talk in our dreams

where time stands still

with no call waiting.