Saturday, September 28, 2013

Rail View House Mahim

opposite
the mahim
station standing
like a dream
as time touches
it moves away
it seems.
fastidiously
flirtatiously
losing steam
rain heavy showers
thunderstorms
have not yet
touched its beams
sky scrapers towers
rise in the air but
i am here alive
robust it screams

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My Bandra Dies Every Day


it is not
joggers park
mount mary
pali hill
union park
carter road
turner road
waterfield road
it has a unique
beauty of its own
dilapidated heritage
crumbling homes
memories engraved
in stone..a gaothan
once east indian
habitat its pride
bandra bazar road
open gutters a filthy
stinking municipal
market political
neglect ..it bemoans
they come during
elections hands folded
plastic smiles ..with
their chamchas
never alone after
elections winning
their throne they
disappear for 5
long years ..
not 'available
even on phone
callous calisthenics
of franchise denuded
democracy the only
milestone ..
my beloved bandra
'dying slowly ..excepting
the areas where they
live our areas unknown
zones ..lucky those
that lie at sea side
cemetery as tears
roll down the gravestone

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From Colaba Bazar Road I Came To Bandra Bandra Bazar Road...


time and destiny
uprooted my abode
from one end of my
city to another end
i was towed ..ups
downs upheavals
life showed..
on the wings of
karmic fate .. i rode
a path overshadowed
wrinkled hope gratuitously
i mellowed..she led
me by the nose i followed
seeds of a new beginning
in the queen of the suburbs
i sowed.. haunting sorrow
added..another chapter
to life's episode ..

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Ajmer Cap House


every type
of muslim cap
embroidered
hand stitched
even made
of karakul hair
chishtiya topi
nepali topi
all at the fair
lucknowi
rampuri
faizabadi
caps with
style flair
every type
of cap you
would want
to wear
come at
urus time
of khwajah
garib nawaz
of ajmer
buy one
take a spare
even your
old caps
they will
repair
during
election
time it
is gandhi
topi they
sell in pairs

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Aulaad waalon phoolon phalo Bhookhe garib ki ye hi dua hai

Paise do paise se tumhara kuch na ghatega daulat waalon
Le lo duaaye nirdhan ki dhan aur badhega daulat waalon
Usi ko mila hai jag mein jisne diya hai
Aulaad waalon ...

Lyricist: Prem Dhawan
ek phool do mali

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The Mumbaikar Is Waiting For Change


he lost
his bearing
his clothes
now they
call him
deranged
madman
insane
strange
for his
precious
vote for
stability
he got
an unstable
mind in
exchange
his hope
his vision
all gone
off range

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Tu Mila Hai To Ehsaas Hua Hai Mujhko Ye Meri Umr Mohabbat Ke Liye Thodi Ha

Ik Zara Saagame Daura Ka Bhi Haq Hai Jispar
Maine Wo Saans Bhi Tere Liye Rakh Chodi Hai
Tujhpe Ho Jaaoonga Qurbaan Tujhe Chaoonga

Main Tasavoor Bhi Judaai Ka Bhala Kaise Karoon
Maine Kimsat Ki Lakiron Se Churaaya Hai Tujhe

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