This is my Mumbai

A place to be titled as home,

and the dwellers call it their own.

opportunities for fools as well as witty,

this is Mumbai this is my city,

Where people wake up with hopes unlimited,

and never sleep untill they are completed.

where the lights feels so pretty,

this is mumbai this is my city.

Where people how to rise after every disaster,

and stand up against the wrong all together.

Where feeling of betterment replaces pity.

this is mumbai this is my city.

City anonymous with money and fame.

cuisines of world all in one frame.

be it paav bhaaji or bhel puri,

I love mumbai I love my city

Won't you?

Won't you come with me?

when the lights go down

and hold my hand 

when on me the world frowns.

Won't you be with me?

when I call your name

and I ask you to stay

when the world see's me out of the frame 

Won't you lie down with me?

in these grasses at dawn.

and feel the misty fogg,

in the gardens and lawn.

Won't you love me?

because i'll always do so,

even without expecting any answer,

either a yes or no

Need someone like friend

MY BEST FRNDZ...


Need a person to hold my hand,

and someone to call me a friend.

someone never happy to see me alone,

and someone to talk to me in a soothing tone.

someone to hold my tears,

and someone to take away all my fears.

someone never sorry to shout on me,

and someone to shade me like tree.

someone to make this go on forever,

and someone like friend not necessarily clever.

Woman Traffiking

Can a life be priced ?

or her dreams be sliced.

Can freedom be caged?

Or her fate be waged.

Can happiness be devoid?

or her pain be avoid.

Away from home she was then brought,

into this racade she thus caught.

her body being sold and bought,

the buyer's civic sense getting rot.

this tragedy of woman and trading,

sadly is called woman traffiking

Paradise in heart

An eye for a blind,

and with the gestuers so kind,

alms for unfortunate,

for the one dying make a true mate.

he himself a fighter of loneliness,

yet a donor of happiness.

compassion for ones on bare sole,

and love for one and every soul,

people thus call him saint,

who accepts even insult without complain

serenity pours from his eyes,

and peace that converts fire into ice.

he can stop you from falling apart,

because he has paradise in his heart.

Running Into Storm

So the lies that you've told,

it's like my love that you've sold.  

but I still stay besides you all sworn,

and I know that I'am running into storm.

The love songs that I've sung so many nights,

holding your hands even in dimmest lights.

my gifts that you've so easily thrown,

and I know that I'am running into a storm.

To see my face why do you always refrain?

to have your glimpse my eyes always have to strain.

to avoid me every now and then has become your norm

and I know that I'am running into a storm.

perhaps you will love me someday I hope,

cause the beauty of your face feels like a dope.

and when this happens in your dorm,

I'll be running out of that storm.

Morning's Glory

As the rays of new morning,

break the darkness of this earthly paradise.

making me wonder for a while,

can it really have any price?

As the sun rises all in gleaming red,

I look up through my window across the bed.

to inhale the breezes of the dawn,

I take a walk barefooted on the lawn.

To feel the chilling atmosphere,

I kneel down before mother nature out here.

In midst of majestic mountaions all foggy,

dew drops settling on my face and making it soggy.

I hear the birds singing,

which I used to imagine only in a story.

and this I medidate thouroughly,

just to taste a li'l bit of morning's glory

Anger

there's a devil inside,

waiting to stride out no me.

but I keep it down,

not to make others bleed.

cause there's anger in me,

and it swells in my guts.

due to its strong nature,

I won't even feel slices and cuts.

and I know it kills me within,

murders the person who I really am.

the losses are very high,

and costs too much...damn!

Do I love you?

do I love you?

no I certainly don't.

but without you oh dear,

even loneliness seem to haunt.

even the sweet bird song,

sounds like a curse.

suddenly the road seem lengthy,

and the nightmares go worse.

after a sound sleep,

my eyes still look creepy.

and even your frown,

hurts me so deeply.

I do love you,

but I just won't admit it,

because rather to see you cry on my demise,

its better for me to just quit it.

I just wouldn't see you today...

I sigh sadly on my fate,

it is my fortune that I hate.

I heard the sweet words my mum daily used to say,

but sadly it just wouldn't be today.

listening lullaby every night,

crying in her lap after every fight,

in her cozy arms where I usually lay,

but sadly it just wouldn't be today.

the sweet custard made by her hands,

and the birthday cakes of my demands,

giving me love that I can never repay,

but sadly it just wouldn't be today.

and now that I see you lay in deep sleep,

I find a lump in my throat but can't weep,

words REST IN PEACE written on your grave,

tells me that you are happy which makes me brave.