This was where I was born
Not Westeros, not Mereen & certainly not Dorne.
The city of dreams, once it was
But now is just a lost cause
People came with dreams and hope
But now we survive on unrealistic expectations, rejections and dope
Happiness can't be seen on anyone's face
Screw the happiness, we know its a race
Our eyes harbour only frustration and rage
Not much left before the trapped terrors break the cage
The day a 'Mumbaikar' slapped another for getting into his train
I realized, its boiling blood that's running this city, not someone's brain
Not Westeros, not Mereen & certainly not Dorne.
The city of dreams, once it was
But now is just a lost cause
People came with dreams and hope
But now we survive on unrealistic expectations, rejections and dope
Happiness can't be seen on anyone's face
Screw the happiness, we know its a race
Our eyes harbour only frustration and rage
Not much left before the trapped terrors break the cage
The day a 'Mumbaikar' slapped another for getting into his train
I realized, its boiling blood that's running this city, not someone's brain
1 comment:
Mumbai is chaotic, not clean, noisy, stressful, crowded, saturated, everything but isn't it amazing that everything still works. Traffic does not follow any rules, people jump queues, bus doesn't stop for all the passengers to get in but instead you hear the conductor saying, "lavkar chadha re" before doing tingting, 50 people get in and get out of the locals in less than 20sec every 3 mins, but it all still works. It looks like a big chaotic simulation to me which is full of uncertainty but in the end things somehow fall into place. Its a beautiful process.
The city has its own soul, all Mumbaikars have something in common and something that's unique in them that makes them Mumbaikars. People who work hard don't die of hunger in our Mumbai, this is not to say that everyone gets what they deserve. Every generation strives to bring a better life to their next generation and most succeed. I think this is big. :)
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