[At the risk of being shunned by the MNS bullies, we present to you a poem on Mumbai Bombay by our resident author, Chicklet. We are Gay and therefore invincible.]
She bought me my first Irish coffee
In Bombay.
People in a rush all the time
In Bombay
History of past , present and future already merging
In Bombay
can’t trust your stomach with street food
In Bombay
Loud clubs, intimate passengers in local trains , sand and the sea
In Bombay
Surprising rains , old chariot at gateway of India
In Bombay
You have to take chances when crossing a road
In Bombay
Can be a fool for lesser things
Only in Bombay
Maddening traffic , bumpy roads, faraway destinations
In Bombay
Fanaticism , undefined energy , greasy poles for rat race, lovers everywhere
in Bombay
But for me its the city where she bought me my first Irish coffee. Yep, in Bombay !
Speaking of MNS and their Bombay-itis, last night I was filling out an application form for the entrance exam to a chain of the topmost tech-schools in India, when I noticed that they always called the city Bombay instead of Mumbai in their prospectus. I wonder if those jobless goons are going to boycott these premier institutes now.
Let’s not give any importance to immoral human beings. On the other hand, cute words.
Hope there’s more to coffee somewhere here.
Loved it…!!!
@ Chicklet, hopefully after this dedication she gave you much more than Irish Coffee
@FireBolt The name Bombay has an elt. of romance & history that mumbai lacks. But then, as Bard famously said, what’s in a name ?
but MNS makes one feel what sin a name!
@CrazyDyke
@deepseas Bombay is an addiction nd m trying to find my way in it.
Thank you for the inspiration
@DK thank you!
@Preeti If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
yep, more crazy times !
hey, not able to comment on your other post. just wanted to say that one can relate to it so much.. do keep writing.
@deepseas glad you could relate to it. thank you!