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...

Barren Earth

And the Earth that was once green,
Colour on it can now be hardly seen...
Its slowly turning dry... completely barren...
Because for ages it hasn't
Seen a tiny drop of water,
and each day is turning harder...
For it to put on the layer of fake colour,
Searching for water from one place to another.
Soon they say a time will come,
When this earth will look towards the Sun,
And ask it to keep creating a mirage,
So that the earth can keep its heart large,
And welcome even the tiny water drop,
With so much love and care that it wouldnt ever stop,
Raining again, and this land eventhough cant,
Keep away those dark memories that haunt,
Will create a colour that supersedes white or black,
And give this world something it never had,
A new colour, full of hope, happiness and honesty,
That is seen as its own, by all humanity...

Crazy People

So when you say to me,
"You seriously are crazy",
I just am happy to see,
So many beings,
Are crazy enough to know,
How crazy i can be...

And then I turn,
turn to you to ask...

My dear friend,
aren't you crazy too?
Who around us isn't?
And if you think,
that you aren't crazy,

We both know,
deep down somewhere,
everyone knows this,
we all are crazy!

Pouring

And I wait,
Wait for it to pour,
Pour down so heavily,
It silences all uproars

That are burning,
Inside me for so long,
24 years it has been,
Waiting for the song.

That would fill up,
The emptiness in me,
And seed the growth,
Of an ever growing tree...

Which may or may not bring
Luxuries, to make me a king,
But atleast make me realise,
Why is it that I am living...





This one is kind of a continuation from the last one... Fires

Fires

What my heart wants I dont know,
And well, it neither is ready to show.

I try to tame it like a circus lion,
But by then in it has started a deep fire,
That even gallons of water cant estinguish.
But being able to douse this fire I can only wish.
Because all I am able to sprinkle is just a few droplets,
Hoping this would be enough to make the fire rest.

Searching for its source keeps me so engaged,
That I cant see the fire further enrage.

And then as usual, there is an explosion,
And like everytime, of me I lose a portion.

Till when would this keep going on I wonder,
Would there one day be a lightening or a thunder?
That would make it pour so heavily,
dousing all the fires, and filling again the portions I lost of me...

Comfort of Questions

I sit here and just start to write,
Already I am looking for some light,
On how would this rhyme end?
Would I get answers to questions unsaid?

Each day brings so many questions to me,
Someday I will answer them maybe...

But for now I have collected them and made a mattress,
Of something that would otherwise cause stress.
And appear to be having the time of my life,
Knowing this that one day I have to strive...
To answer every question that makes my life cushioned.
But for now, I will let this rhyme end...