Love in Mumbai is hard to come by...
When it does come....
It's fast and furious....
Just like the life here....
The traffic slow and sluggish....
The love fast and momentary.
A flash of lightening....
A torrential rain....
A big fat salary....
Gone in sixty seconds.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by....
Just like the water here....
In short supply....
Yet a burst pipeline here and there.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by...
Just like my feelings....
Hard to understand....
Difficult to get through.
Just like my thoughts....
Impenetrable....
A tableau on display....
A mask put on....
But, an open book....
For the one who really cares.
Shake her from her reverie....
Wake her up....
Say the birds....
Oops! The crows....
The city that never sleeps...
Beckon the streets and expressway....
Wake up Girl!
Time to move that heavy bottom...
Move that arse....
Says the alarm clock....
Move it says the resolve....
Love in Mumbai takes a backseat...
In the AC bus......
Hanging at times from the pole...
Wondering if a change in profession is due....
Become a pole dancer or trapeze artist...
Life in Mumbai...
Makes you think so.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by....
Am so in love with the tough nut to crack...
Nuts he is .... Nuttier am I.
My jaan, my love...
Is an enigma...
My power source and my stigma.
Yet, I love him true....
He makes me smile even in troubled times....
He is my love and I love him true.
When it does come....
It's fast and furious....
Just like the life here....
The traffic slow and sluggish....
The love fast and momentary.
A flash of lightening....
A torrential rain....
A big fat salary....
Gone in sixty seconds.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by....
Just like the water here....
In short supply....
Yet a burst pipeline here and there.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by...
Just like my feelings....
Hard to understand....
Difficult to get through.
Just like my thoughts....
Impenetrable....
A tableau on display....
A mask put on....
But, an open book....
For the one who really cares.
Shake her from her reverie....
Wake her up....
Say the birds....
Oops! The crows....
The city that never sleeps...
Beckon the streets and expressway....
Wake up Girl!
Time to move that heavy bottom...
Move that arse....
Says the alarm clock....
Move it says the resolve....
Love in Mumbai takes a backseat...
In the AC bus......
Hanging at times from the pole...
Wondering if a change in profession is due....
Become a pole dancer or trapeze artist...
Life in Mumbai...
Makes you think so.
Love in Mumbai is hard to come by....
Am so in love with the tough nut to crack...
Nuts he is .... Nuttier am I.
My jaan, my love...
Is an enigma...
My power source and my stigma.
Yet, I love him true....
He makes me smile even in troubled times....
He is my love and I love him true.
Hi Radhika,
ReplyDeleteI write to you on behalf of The Viewspaper (www.theviewspaper.net) which is India's largest youth paper and the 5th largest media company on Facebook.
We are organizing the World's Largest Tweet-A-Thon! and would like to invite you as a panelist for the same.
From American political journalists in the 1950s, to The Economist magazine not so long ago; speculation has run rife about India and whether we will survive as a nation.
Poverty. Corruption. Terrorism. Disease. Currency woes. We’ve got it all, and more. We’ve been written off, doomsdayed, delegitimized – but we keep coming back! What is the root of this appetite for adversity, this solid resilience?
It is our nation’s optimism. No matter how much you bring her down, India feels up!
A first of its kind initiative, the #IFeelUp Tweetathon is a 3-day virtual conference, which delights in the irrepressible state of the nation, in spite of its laundry list of issues. Over 72 hours, we’ll be bringing in 400 panelists for non-stop discussion, and that’s where you come in.
We would like to invite you as a panelist for a 30 minute session wherein you can participate from any part of the world.
If you're interested, kindly email us your contact information so that we could provide you with more details about the event.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Regards,
Garvita