Mumbai-meri jaan..

It was not my first time to Mumbai but this is after getting a job I was going back to see my friends.
Vivek said he ll be waiting for me in CST I was there on time. I still i remember that crowd ..feel of Mumbai is Something different .
As I walked along with strangers I saw vivek standing there, as usual big fat debo-Nair.
I was happy to see him.pooh also came by that time.
we walked through different places.as always vivek was talking a lot about different places there.i was just listening and walking with them.i had been to Mumbai before but this was the first time I am enjoying it.
It was fun after college and after getting a job meet friends walk with them share a word of joy and some framed memories.
Big buldings many famous icons of young india.. I had a fun time .
Today when prasad came and said that how happy he was to go back to Mumbai I saw sparks in his eyes which conveyed his love towards city.he was born and brought up there ..if as a stranger to Mumbai I felt something intimate about the city then how he will feel I know.
when from pune we caught our first train to Mumbai it was fun ..i was all excited to see Mumbai.
Today I see its burning..i sit and watch the images of Taj’s first floor burning…cst under fire..
Nothing to say as a young man I again saw vivek standing in CST waiting for me..and I was still ready to catch my first train from pune..which may take me to Mumbai ----meri jaan…

Flashback of a fool

Like a flowing river it stayed in my mind for pretty long years…it was flowing so gently ,
It flowed like a poem that I could never feel its emotions….
i saw your tears falling to the river And fading away slowly..
while you stood over the bridge alone I was trying to be the same old stranger again.
But still I tried ..Swam to get your tears from the river..
Now I am wet …I shiver in this cold…
And I see the moon light which made your face more visible to my senses.
I swim again to catch those tears…
but you walked away with your part of mine ….and I touched the pillars of the bridge…
nothing was enough to understand a woman’s wounded heart…I lost in complexity of emotions…
as I always do..
may be let the rain come again ..and help those tears fell in this river to get faded….
And when you come to the bridge again and gaze at the depth of river I know that u don’t wonder its Intensity .
but you want to live like a flowing river…
May be I always wanted to be that rain drop which fell in you and got faded….