The humid air begins to stir,As the daylight fades to a neon blur.From Colaba’s gates to the northern sprawl,The spirit of Mumbai answers the call.The local trains may slow their beat,But the rhythm stays in the crowded street.A million dreams in a c...

Nariman Point, Marine Lines, MumbaiA golden crescent where the city meets the sea,With the wind upon your face and a spirit set free.The Queen adorns herself with diamonds in a glittering array,Where the waves and the skyline forever intertwine.

I watch your tail—a ticking clock,A twitch, a sudden flare.Is that a greeting in the dark,Or static in the air?​I offer words like "gentle," "stay,"You hear a hollow sound.We’re tethered by a mysteryThat neither one has found.