The Mumbai Breeze...
Of soft whispers and fleeting touches, Of silent wishes and distant messages, Of lonely nights and wide eyed dreams, Of a new tomorrow and the morning beams... Of broken hearts and the ache within, Of the song on the lip and the buck toothed grin, Of the welling tears and the stinging pain, Of the walk by the sunset or the hop in the rain... Of the rare moments of deepest solitude, Of the sinful moments of long held desires, Of the forty winks and the misty wet nights, Of the new dawn and the blazing daylight... Of the plethora of emotions on wide display, Of humdrum activities day after day, Of the flutter of the tresses in complete disarray, Of the beauty visible to the seeking on the far side of the bay... Of close held hands and secret promises galore, Of soaked skins and wet wallets in the downpour, Of the lashing of the waves during the tide, Of the surge in the sea as if with pride... Of dusty streets and convoluted bylanes, Of the open window in the crowded local train, Of the ...