It's Mumbai

It's not yelling

It's not understanding

It's not chaotic

And it's again all charismatic

It's unbelievably, believable

It's your home and mine

It's our's

It's a silence I feel

In the wake of our heartbeats

It's not sleeping

It shall never

The roads are clear

And the sky is alive

And the sun is bright

And the air is filled with the riches of this season

This isn't the time to be right when you're wrong

Because what if

We turn everything into a dream

The dream to eat Vada pav and fight in Local trains

To call out on Thane and their people

Don't turn it into a dream

There won't be any puran poli to share from one door to another

No gossip at that last bench

No School, no College, no Work!

No entertainment

Only Horror

The strange dream to live in a world which isn't a plot of The Hunger Games

A break to eradicate this wildfire

We need to wake up

For a place which doesn't sleep

Should wake up!

For us to understand, this is no more a piece of news in a newspaper

It is in the house of someone we love

"Stay away"

Isn't the lookout of this time

Learn about yourself

And follow the rules

It's just about your life

Don't cut it with a knife

It happened oh so soon, so soon

Our lives were better than what they are now

Giving up isn't the option

Frail

Is what the situation asks us to be

Inhaling isn't the issue, yet!

Take this time

To connect with the 'you' in yourself

You and I

We are this City

We are this State

And we are this Nation

We don't want this to vanish

It shouldn't be us!

This ain't a goodbye

For Mumbai!

P.S. It doesn't rhyme (at times)