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 enticing aroma of street food,
Of the whims of the comman man and his diverse moods...

Of lives lived and passed around,
Of myriad stories that float around,
Of all the possible sights and sound,
Of the zenith and the deep ground....

You are the witness and you are the architect,
Thy modus operandi defies my modest intellect,
Your nonchalance is unnerving and so is your gall,
Perhaps that explains the reason for my enthral!!!

P.S - Ever since I have come to Mumbai, the wind here has somehow seemed very very soothing and riveting at the same time.... The poem is just an effort to appreciate the warm and pleasant feel of the constant Mumbai breeze...