Lost among the crowd.
Picking the thread.
Gazillion of vehicles.
Time is a luxury.
A tale of two worlds.
Weaving of dreams.
Survival is thy name.
Forget the morsels.
Everyone has a dream to make true.
Yet, pain and anguish are hidden behind
Smile is a commodity.
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.
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.