Here’s my take on the dream city -Mumbai (Bombay). These are my observation of people around the city. Stories that roll into a poem!
Rhythms of Bombay
On a memorable day, I was rummaging through old stocks of things
The sense and touch of a good old city…
A rare postcard emerged in the chest of drawers
Stains of chai encircled the postcard, fainted writing of ink pen made a rare appearance on the address panel
I had the embellishment of time to move across many such postcards making a revisit of many such regions
The chimes and rhymes of mixed species
Some spirited with work, some vague in process
Few in luxury and rest all in scarcity
But all with the same temperament to make a fortune
Phoning and mumbling through connections
Loitering for timely locals which even rains can’t stop
Struggling for a perch in a rather chaotic habitat
Vendors negotiating for a variety of quirks
People who bless you — no matter how small the denominator you gave…
From the marines, the sea looks mesmerising even with the wrath
The sweet sound of strings making it calm
The rattle of noises, a splatter of wind — making it worth a while
On some days while going back to shacks —
Briskly walks through many destinations, then
to stop for a snack of two and
washing them down with some titillating elachi chai
Packing the same for three more tummies —
all while listening to “Zindagi Ek Safar Hai Suhana“…
Suddenly, the aroma of Arabian jasmine and firecracker flowers hits your nostril with fond memories –
asking the tiny boy to wrap them in a leaf for a few coins
along with a few Palash for the deities.
With many joyous marbles,
the days move closer to fate
Often with a blink of moments —
an eternity leaves behind with such rhythms.
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