Musings

White fury of buses in traffic snarls Pink whispers of bicycle bells Black clings of taxi meters on a downward swing Red cries of peddlers adds to the din Brown drains carrying debris of food and shit Mumbai you dream, you elusive bitch! Mumbai, a deafening noise in deathly quiet lanes A shove for space in overcrowded trains Piles of anxious shoes outside temples and mosques. Drying laundry and bird droppings on window panes. Mumbai, teary-eyed longing for a tangled kite A catacomb of glitzy malls and godless shrines Despondent schools and angry universities A mesh of installments homes, never quite owned. Mumbai -- an idea a cosmos a mess a space a dream a sigh a scream maybe. A city that won't be and neither will we.