There's dirt piling up on the side of the roads, Making it almost an impossible city to walk in, While the dry leaves of the trees, Don't feel romantic enough to me now, Where's all the tax payers money going, Because there are still roads broken at random intervals, Why do they remember the cables, Right before monsoons, oh! When one area's roads get fixed, The next one area is a damsel in distress, Where's all the tax payers money going, Who's the city's mistress? The only

Mumbai is giving very Delhi vibes aajkal. Not mausam wise, But feel wise. That Bambaiya feeling is missing somehow. The other day while commuting in an AC local, I felt I was in Delhi Metro, Today Andheri Metro station felt like Kashmiri Gate ISBT. Very weird. Very not-Mumbai-like.

Under dramatic skies, With quick winds, He stands on his terrace watching, The rain pour, Until his eyes see her, On another terrace, Few...

Monday noon, All the morning hustle has ended, And it's time for the silent people walking without a rush, And I, one of them, Find a...

Maybe its because of the weather, The coulds seem to have made a permanent home in the sky, And the cold air complimenting it, Has made...

I stand watching this pouring rain, Feeling a sense of calm, That it brings straight to my heart, And I can feel closer to my own breath,...

August afternoons are for rains, Surprising you even after the sky has been grey all morning, Waiting to storm the city any moment....

Is the sand and sea indifferent, Or am I not someone who I was, Because this place seems like a stranger, From a familiar friend it was.

The weather app on my phone, Updates me of thunderstorms in your city, But I'm not there anymore. Maybe my heart still is, But, doesn't...

As if the city shuns me now, For it is angry I left it, Which is why it doesn't help, And mourns with rain unseasonal. Maybe it's me,...