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| On the Border.
The strollers go out across the evening rain
Struggling over the splashing boarders
The mind whips up the waves so loud
The lost moon sails among the dark clouds
Runs the blue siren on the wet monsoon roads
On these wall the colours of the cats are running
From the train of minds, they talk of changes coming
The torches flare up the wet street in the night
The eyes that sets the hearts alight
Has spread the word to those who`re waiting
In the city where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
Still you never see the change from day to day
And no one notices the time slip away
Late last night the rain was splashing at my widow
I moved across the darkened gloom and in the street light glow
I thought I saw down in the flooded street
The spirit of the mumbai city
Telling us that we`re all standing on a Island
In the Islands where I grew up
Everything seems the same,
But it`s just the patterns that remain
An empty shell
But there`s a strangeness in the damp air
The best buses go out across the evening roads
Struggling mums and kids across the chowpatty bridge
The mind whips up the waves so loud
The lost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the broken trifles into silver sand
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| Originally Written/Posted By : Soumya Singhi |
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| Posted on: 2007-12-06 |
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