Mumbai city Spirit

This poem is about my city. The level of diversity we hold is insane. Also this is an old poetry my view have changed for some part of the city.

The Dark doesn't comes alone and neither the bright light

Hopes grow, we love, we hate.

We is Aamchi janta(our people),Aamche log(our people)Aamchi Sataa(our party) aani Aamchi Mumbai(and our Mumbai)

People die but still hopes grow like dead people are smoking their dreams.

Sprit of their dreams are coming through sky and coming through sea.

The city is full of dreams

some succeeds but some fails until their souls losses their sprits.

City gets dark when its morning and gets bright when it's dark

People laugh, think, fight, push and die.

They are still living because it's bloody spirit of hope for bright future and luxury life

Yes city is alive with the corner of

chai ki tapari(small tea stalls corner) to five star hotels

vada paav stalls to the big restaurant.

Rolls royals to the bull cart

big plane to the 12 car local train.

Mercy is not here but still love exist

Love spots ruled by cops but still democracy is there.

It's like I can't explain.

Everyone is fighting for what? For an unknown fear an unknown reason.

They the poker faces is now addicted to this city.

The city which flies without wings lives in a risk

The city which follows rituals like raksha bandhan but on the same date eve teasing is the special case.

The city which includes whole LGBT community but hidden by our dear government.

The city with diversity is alive.

Alive with ugly hopes to beautiful love rains.

Alive with taboo, Alive with pride.

The city doesn't show you the beautiful journey.......

Author's Note

This is an old poem which I wrote 2 years ago. If you have any view please feel free to share.

Reviews

[Mrudula Rani]

Few years back we were in Mumbai for a brief period.... I suppose you have to know the place to love it. Your poem paints the two extremes of this huge city, yet it is vibrant and excels on the tension of the pull of opposing forces.

[Akash gaikwad]

The city has been that like tha years but it also keep changing in minor ways!! I am happy that my poem was able to give the message I want to!! Thank you for your constructive review!!

[Mrudula Rani]

You are most welcome.

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This city, city of magic, city of hustling life....Mumbai!
Maybe the horns and pollution of such big cities are intentionally created...just to prevent anyone from feeling and hearing their inner voice....(dialogue from Sanam Re!)
Thanks for sharing😊

[Akash gaikwad]

I have not seen the movie but dialogue seems interesting!!! Thanks for reading😊

[ms. barrie]

beautifully written piece.
i myself have never been to Mumbai, let alone India, but reading this for me, personally, your pen was able bring to life the electricity and i agree, the emotional complexity, capturing the reader’s imagination in regards to your city.
you’ve written some beautiful imagery as well. thank you for sharing

[Akash gaikwad]

Thank you so much for reading and for your review. I am glad that you liked it.😊

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You're heartedly welcome Akash😊

[Heirlooms]

I enjoyed this, it has a vibrancy, earnestness and conveys a feeling of emotional complexity.

[Akash gaikwad]

Thanks for reading and for your review😊😊