Home - Mumbai

Sitting here, by the seaside,
I go in to flashback in my ride,
From where I am today in this living world,
To a time where internet and work life was completely unheard.

It seems like I was here ages ago,
Or was it in a past birth I don't know.

Little things around here that make me nostalgic,
Things that were once a daily habit,
Make me realise how I have evolved as a person,
From what in this vast time I have learnt.

What I have learnt, I don't know if it makes me good or bad,
Or experiencing it made me glad or sad,
But it does make me want to,
Come back and live my life by the sea soon.

There is something about this place and this sea,
That was, is, and will always be a part of me.
A part of me that so strongly controls my emotions,
That I find peace even in this commotion.

This place, was once my home and now I visit it only once in a blue moon.
And although, now I don't plan what I do,
And take each day as it comes,
At the back of my mind this thought always runs,
A thought full of genuine hope,
This place would one day again be my home.


Something I wrote sitting by the sea in Mumbai, close to Nariman Point.

In the air?

And in the air the barren earth,
Can sense a voice it has before heard...
Saying that the thunder you yearn for,
That heavy downpour...
Is on its way to your land...
Untouched by any other hand...
It has saved each of its water drop,
to drench you completely from bottom to the top...
You dont have to search for it anymore...
Soon it will be knocking on your door...
Just respect it and appreciate it when it arrives...
It would then keep you drenched for your whole life...