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Lonely hearts, keeping hope and dreams alive


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Lost among the crowd.

Berserk life.

Picking the thread.


Gazillion of vehicles.


Sky rises.

Time is a luxury.

Human masses.

A tale of two worlds.


Weaving of dreams.

Vast seas.



Double-decker buses.

Survival is thy name.

Forget the morsels.

Everyone has a dream to make true.

Yet, pain and anguish are hidden behind

stern faces,

sheepish grins.

Smile is a commodity.



Happiness lurking.

A roof is what everyone want.


Yet, we want to conquer the city.

It’s a world in itself.

Loathe or love it,

you can’t ignore its form and magnitude.

It finally grows on you.

A muse one cannot live without.

Tiring day.

Arabian sea is the only solace.

Priceless to enjoy solitude’s moment.

Queen’s necklace makes hope alive.

The poem is a tribute to Mumbai where I tried to capture emotions when I first landed in the city. A heart filled with aspirations to make it big and how I miss the city. I have the feeling that I left something midway and uncompleted task to fulfill.

With Love








Work-in-progress, seeker and bundle of contradictions. Stubborn and Refusal to grow up and constantly in search of myself, I blurt it out on my space. Drop in and share some love. Indian by choice.

14 thoughts on “Lonely hearts, keeping hope and dreams alive

    1. It was my first day a decade back filled with hope and aspirations. It’s the muse, offering an emotional ride…feel that I have left behind things to fulfill. Will be back next year 🙂
      Thanks lot.

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