The Story of a Rich Boot

Lying in the centre of a busy, wide road, run over by the continuous traffic was a lonely, mangy, old boot. With every blow of wind it would topple and fall only to be driven over by many. The dust which used to temporarily reside on the boot has now permanently found its home.
The boot falls down and is tramped over, tossed from one corner of the street to another. In this melancholic state it recollects its story to the roads and beyond.
Seated on the top rack of the finest shoe store, he looked down at all the customers who would look at him, with eyes that wished they could afford him but none could. He was the shop's finest piece, Italian leather, dusted and polished everyday.He thought he would be the unclaimed king forever, but then his fine life took an unfortunate turn.
An influential, rich man entered the store and nonchalantly asked for the most priced item in the store. Down came the boot, to touch the carpet of the store for the first time. His dreams of stepping down though fulfilled had a lot of twists yet to come. The customer summoned the salesman to pack the 'damn' shoes and drove off in his fancy car. As the car halted the rich man presented the pair to his son and he wore the pricey boots to a charity ball, where after he graced the occasion with his presence, shamed them with his boneless tongue after drinks were consumed. Thereafter, he was taken from the party by force, and was seated in his car, alas, with one boot.
The car swiftly left and a sad boot was left behind which was picked and thrown into a garbage bag. During the transfer to the garbage grounds, the boot fell off but this time it wasn't the carpet of a big store, instead it was the hard tar road of the streets of Mumbai. And there, the prince lay on the streets, left alone, tarnished, stripped off its dignity and position it once held..

THE JOURNEY

Sipping my hot coffee

In a quiet train

I was reading a random piece

When in she gently came

Her curls softly brushing

Across her serene face

That radiated hope immensely

Like a flower blooming in May

As she walked in gracefully

Stealing one gaze at a time

She captivated my pounding  heart

Stealing what was once mine

Seated right in front of me

She gazed through the window

I wished to ask her name

But words didn’t seem to come through

Thoughts flowed into my head

As I was making the perfect plan

To utter my first words;to go ahead

And speak what I had in mind

I looked at her hoping to speak

At some moment when I could

But time just passed away far too quick

By the time I decided I should

I gazed on awestruck

As I watched her leave

And words still seemed to be lost

In memories of her thoughts

The train resumed its never ending journey,

It begins yet again

And I sip my cold coffee

As silence creeps in again

SANDS OF TIME

Footsteps along the violent sea

The dashing waves collapse on the beach

The vast horizon continues endlessly

And ends at eternity.

As I place my foot on the sand

An imprint is what is left behind

As I advance to a second step

The imprint is washed into the sands of time

I try to save it there

But the waves just wash it away

Just like moments in life

Fade away with space and time

I want to store them far away

Where they would forever remain

Where they would be at bay

From every sorrow and pain

Then I look at the mighty waves

See them rising and collapsing endlessly

See that every wave has an end

When it flows on the imprint slowly

I then realize

My imprint is not lost forever

It lies somewhere within the depths

Where every person who walked this earth ever:

Exists as remnants of history

What is Mumbai for me?

"The seashore breeze, the steamy evening vada pavs, the spicy chaat, the noisy traffic, the undone roads, the Bollywood spice and the spirit of the people of Mumbai" makes Mumbai what it is and what it will always be. Mumbai is 'the' best life that one  dreams to live.

When the Mumbai comes to my mind it touches my heart to a very great extent. Mumbai has been my entire life. The roadside food stuffs, the spicy vada-pavs which people grab on their way to their offices, the casual chaat that children have after their long school day is what makes this place special. The noise of the hawkers, screaming their lungs out is a part of the city, without that, this city is incomplete. The life of the people here, need not be sophisticated instead, the smallest of events brightens up their day. People here live with this undying spirit of life which gets renewed every single day. They put up with a not so easy daily schedule yet you will find them chatting and laughing their lungs out in many corners of the city. Life here is an adventure everyday, right from catching a bus, to dealing with a neverending traffic.

When I think of what makes this city, I feel that every little thing matters here.

Imagine, a Mumbai without  traffic, hawkers, dogs, potholes, under construction bridges, garbage, bollywood, there would be complete vacuum without these things and Mumbai would cease to exist. These things make up the 'spirit' of Mumbai, this is what I love, adore and respect the most of the city, its evergreen spirit.

When terror strikes the city my heart weeps and burns with anger to any cause that would disrupt its spirit. But yet again after a gloomy day, the peopleare back witha huge smile on their faces, ready to face another day that is thrown in their way. No matter what calamity comes across, we face it with a united feeling for doing the general good. The people here are filled with genuine niceness and would go out of their way to help anyone whether known or unknown, rickshaw driver or a business man. This is what Mumbai is about. If I change anything about Mumbai, then Mumbai

won't be the same for me. Mumbai is perfect the way it is with each one of its flaws and plus points and is made up of the best people in the world. once you settle here, no place else is good enough for you. This is the city of Dreams and I am living Mine here.

Terror strikes again

A Dark cloud hovers over us
In our silence it grows
It strides uncontrolled above our living corpses 
Ans stains our paths with bloody shadows

Lives are ruined, families torn
When one man goes against another
When one plants the death of another
In the form of a ghastly bomb

Smiling faces turn cold and numb
As the explosion consumes them
To an end beautiful live come
at an unexpected and uncalled time

Heart weeps tears of blood
As lives are lost in pain
Flood of lifeless bodies lie
On roads where they lived once a happy day

Our people blown apart
In bits and pieces they lie
Do they deserve such lives or to die?
In this manner must they part?

Frantic people run to search their loved ones alive
Most find them in the dead lurch
Or else maimed horribly
For the rest of their lives

Terror strikes our world
Where people die as bait
And yet these lives go in vain
As our people do nothing today

Save our lives, save our people
Erase this evil from our lives
Let us work together people
To prevent blood of cries

Don't you feel hurt seeing people die
Aren't you devastated and don't you cry?
Doesn't your heart lament at the time
When the newspaper reads such headlines?

It's sad that we do nothing
But sacrifice our lives for what,
We live now to protect our people
From tragic and these misery times

Rise to the occassion my people in misery
Rise for the love of one another
Let the evil perish in our unity
Let us treat violence with the same order

The lives they took we will avenge
Every drop of blood that stained our life
We will take revenge
Until we are fully satisfied

This cannot rage on forever
It is time for it to have its end
It's fate we will seal forever
To hell terrorism we will send

Wake up people from your slumbering lives
ACT the time has come
Let's put the wrong things right
and let us no more succumb

Let us maime their very existence and bring
our duties into light
let us protect one another and fight
Let the bells of revenge ring
To stop just existing and start living