Chortle

Life in a Mumbai is so much like living in a river. Its constantly keeps flowing, at times it slow, at times it gushes down the stream, its deep for some while the new entrants find it too shallow to swim. No matter what happens it constantly keeps moving and waits for none, but it is amazing to see how it manages to accommodate everyone in spite of the space crunches we keep complaining about. Trying to survive in this river small fishes like me, barley manage to make a living. The only thing that keeps me going here is the sense of humor people have in this city. They crib they cry they complain but at the end of the day they all chortle with glee.

love .....

Last night before I went to bed,

Thoughts of you filled my head,

I have not cried this way in many of years,

Onto my pillow fell six silent tears.


The first was for your smile that I miss,

And your tender lips I long to kiss,

The second was for your gentle face,

And thoughts of your loving embrace.


The third came as no surprise,

As I thought of your beautiful eyes,

The fourth came rolling down my face,

Instead of my pillow, it should be you in it’s place.


The fifth came for one reason alone,

I felt my love for you wasn’t fully shown,

I really love and miss you my dear,

And there just fell ….. the sixth silent tear…..

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