Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Ode to Nariman Point...and how much I miss working there

The last time I saw you, there was rain
There was a stylish crowd, there was music by the bay;
The sea was playful, the waves were flirty
But to me it was just another day;
I left you in shades of green
And muted blue of thundershowers
I left you like I'd leave anything ordinary;
In the midst of mundane working hours
Your shine, your glean, your drive, your steam
I emptied the soul's caverns you'd sought to fill
I left you, not knowing I loved you so
I stay away, knowing I love you still.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

lovely ode..I'll visit India in October, and I'll make sure to visit Nariman point to see what kind of a place is that :)

Mukta Raut said...

hi anon,

i do hope you enjoy it! It's a great place!

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