Life In The Fast Lane
Mostly life in this city goes by in a blur and all that you remember of it is the numbers. The numbers really do a number on all of us.
Mostly life in this city goes by in a blur and all that you remember of it is the numbers. The numbers really do a number on all of us.
A sense of rootlessness assails meHere I am, two and a half decades old…and feeling every minute of itLiving charades every dayJuggling roles and discarding masks for newer onesDoing everything right, hoping there’ll be an answer at the end. Running, running, constantly runningTo keep up with this carnival I’m a…
Sunday lunch
Exactly what are those pipes?
On the first week of June, Mumbai welcomed the monsoon of 2008. I watched it arrive, alone…which is probably the best way, with the rain. The skies heralded the season of water.And then I watched the drops paint the sidewalk a shiny, sheeny gloss of life.The traffic revved, feet sped…
I traveled into town today, in the aftermath of the terror that Mumbai has lived in the past week. The reason was a Tweet-up/Peace walk/gathering at Colaba Causeway. Honestly? I stand in deep respect of the police force, the fire-fighters and the NSG who delivered us from the terror. And…
A poem to a late night Twitter prompt – for a friend from the city of nawabs and biryani, Hyderabad.
ah Mars,is it? 🙂
@ Shreyasi: I didn’t even know it was a song! 😛 I’ve been orbitting Mars over the weekend…crash-landed so just coming back to my senses. Will call u in the week.
Love that song and loved your old poetry too…where have you been?