In the tumultuous of fast moving life
With an urge to break the monotonous strife
I went near the river side found an idle boat
I decided to undertake sailing on the boat
Wearing a life jacket I was all ready to float
Humming my favorite tune I smoothly sailed
And covering a distance came to the depth
Though I struggled to rov at length
A sudden heavy wind brought jerks and turbulence
Boat 's smooth movement got obstacled losing its balance
Lines of worry overshadowed and the enthusiasm disappeared
The boat' s direction towards the shore was little eclipsed
Somehow I started rowing the boat under horrendous circumstances
Soon I touched the shore and breathed sigh of relief

The life line of Mumbai operating nonstop on the tracks
Touching the strings at the roof getting electric energy to run and attack
Boisterous crowd boarding and clinging moving and rushing
Their endless routine and vigor without getting bored is pushing
Tapestry of their tales with their faces beaming with joy create history
The deepest rapid transport making the human population busy but not coy exhibits their chemistry
The most easily available affordable mode of transport
Without any discrimination loading and carrying the passengers through and fro to export
And in return these locals are the best where none goes for feelings of oneness to import

Few years back, I took a journey to the hilly regions
Visiting a few old temples on the hills brought me closer to religion
In the woods, I came across witnessing many a species of trees
Also a good variety of colored birds that produced vivid sounds in glee
For miles I came across cluster of pines and pines
And during dawn, I noticed behind the trees the glamorous sunshine
Amazed by the pine cones, few fallen on the ground, I collected them and decorated on my shelf
Those cones still remind me of my last visit to the alluring hills, shared to myself
That I caress with care and concern and memorize
As now my limbs no more allow to loiter around and my steps have mimized

The weary crimson sun is about to retire in the firmament
Furious wind starts blowing in speed pushing and hitting and attacking the environment
Perturbed tenants  of hutments of the slums appear confused
Kids shout and children develop fear with sudden darkness fused
Feeling deserted after watching their hey roofs getting blown within a moment
Wondering about the sudden happening, they come out to the pavement
Etched in sorrow and grief they struggle after next hours food
As hunger has no alloted time to burst out with its mood
The time passes, the outrageous wind stops, things get to normal, but the roofing stands naked
And the increased hunger gets whisked

Awesome weather few rain drops falling on my  head and wetting my cheeks
A black cat worried of getting Drenched trying to hide under my porch mewing meek
The loose plasters of roof allowing the raindrops to leak from the roof
And my pet dog sitting under the table feeling aloof
The wet floor in need of a *** to get filled by the leakage awaits
The dark hours without electricity loses my gaiety with its trait
The boiled tea over the oven is getting split everywhere
The dry piece of bread gets drier under the shelf
I lazily yawn and gulp it pitying my own self

Train is moving ahead with the speed
Every moment it is getting sanitized by paying heed
Forest trails are visual from the edges of glass
Thick bushy trees and shrubs accompanying with mass
Are kindling my mind with all the ideas to ink
And the hot dip tea is initiating me to drink
Laughter and chatter is not echoing in the coach
Due to covid practically the bogey is vacant none is ready to approach
But my family members are keeping my spirits high
I am enjoying the scenic beauty of cosmos and the starry sky
Peeping from the window that keeps up the mind igniting
And the tasty snacks are sticking to my tongue penetrating
Allowing the test buds to get freshen
Playing cards and chatting with my grand daughter is enough to strengthen
My heart and mind after this one year's is getting brightened

Loitering around the world around
My mysterious calculations strolled round
Standing in the balcony of the seventh floor
As I opened the glass door
Noticed the slum and the small children
Some of them were orphans
They were searching the dustbin
Scrutinizing over the packets of food left in
Finally finding one broken bat and punctured ball
They shouted with joy and rejoiced over its fall
My smile disappeared and I closed the door