Silent Confessions

It has been a while. Let’s confess.

I miss this writing. I kind of regret.

2 months and 6 days. Today I sit to write to You.

Dear Mumbai, This one is for You.

 

You welcomed me with a smile and a song

Each time I met someone new,

I had to explain –

Yes I am from Calcutta, but I am not a Bong.

 

Dear Mumbai,

I redefine my identity

Each time I mingle in your diversity.

Time and now, Forever again

You surprise and put a smile to my gloomy days

Nothing fancy – But just as a ray of sunshine on a rainy day.

 

Dear Mumbai,

Surely your Starbucks blends the coffee well.

But, guess, my senses got blended with the cycle coffee they sell by Carter.

I admire your simple lives entwined in complexities.

Work hard, Party harder – nothing less

For every life is a story of some adversities.

 

Every now and then, I run across your shore

You hold my hand to say – go slow.

I frown back confused – I can’t afford

Live it up, or Let it go.

There is no fun in taking on the mediocre road.

 

Dear Mumbai,

You bring me to Being. Being what I believe.

Being who I am. And Being, to what I aspire to hold beyond.

 

I shouted out to life, with you by the bar.

Also, shared the silence with your waters under the stary dark.

Every time, I felt a little blue

– a little homesick or a little less true

You came hugging behind with a breeze to say –

Hey dear! I am right there for you.

 

Hold on Dear Mumbai!

Your rosiness has another side.

You turn pricky and dull when I hold you tight.

Your honks and crowd makes me wander.

Wander into corners I call my own.

Own it until this moment I define Now.

For if tomorrow never comes

I’ll still linger in You

As you will linger around in my memory.

 

Dear Mumbai,

Sometimes, this wanderer seeks company –

A mother’s touch and a nephew and niece who love me much.

They rightly say, you take away much more than what you share

I’ll beg to differ for your slightest care.

 

Dear Mumbai,

Some unsaid tales, I confessed to you this day.

Stay good, for that is the least I can say.

 

#Mumbai

#LiveTheMoment

#Happiness2016

#theunsaidexpressions

7 thoughts on “Silent Confessions

  1. Every now and then, I run across your shore
    You hold my hand to say – go slow.

    Wander into corners I call my own.
    Own it until this moment I define Now.

    Very nice 🙂

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  2. Very well expressed.

    You getting better as time passes.. would again request you to write more oftenn.. the feelings put into words at the right time bring out the best writeups..

    Keep going

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