Amidst the unending noises and the silent but screaming voices, I desperately search for my own.
Such are my musings on a regular busy day in the city. Running around busy streets bustling with people, to catch an overcrowded train or bus, only to quarrel with someone over a seat given the long hours of the journey, followed by dodging traffic to reach your destination – just a glimpse into the busy life of the city I live in.
Which is why it can become quite stressful to keep up with the fast pace in this city that never sleeps, the city that is always on the move.
However, it has some great aspects too. For instance, the biggest tourist attraction of all – Marine Drive, where everyday and night, hundreds of people can be seen enjoying the breathtaking beauty of the sea and the skyline of the city.
Another beautiful spot is the Sanjay Gandhi National Park, one of the most visited parks of the world and one of the largest parks located within metropolis limit. Home to a wide variety of flora and fauna it is absolutely mesmerizing in the rainy season.
Not to forget the stunning Gateway of India
Mumbai, they say is a city where dreams come true. A city that bounces back from whatever you throw at it, a city where people might not know their neighbors name but that won’t stop them from helping someone in need.
I am no expert on travel blogs, but something about Mumbai is just magical that made me want to write this post.
Here’s a small poem I wrote some years back about this city of wonders –
The city of Dreams
Amid the hustle and bustle
People shuffle and struggle
To find their voice,
Some here by chance, some by choice.
Not a second to spare,
No one is there to care.
Trains rushing, words gushing
So much of noise
But voices remain unheard.
Hotels,buildings and bungalows
Yet why on the street are those poor fellows?
Cars, cabs, buses and trains,
Fail to cover the distance between people,
Sadly all in vain.
A city known for its rains,
What about the hidden pain?
Whatever you see, is not the truth
If you look closely, the secret unearths.
Behind all the outer glory,
Each face hides a story.
Grief, pain, misery and sorrow,
Each hoping for a better tomorrow.
Every lane has seen the darkness,
Crime, murder and theft
They still move on, salvaging humanity,
whatever of it is left.
In a life this fast,
Love is thing of the past.
The city never sleeps
Yet in every lane a wounded soul weeps.
The city of dreams,
Yet full of nightmares
Thousands of broken hearts,
Loss beyond repair.
Luck bestowed on some,
For others the moment never comes.
From the dirt to the skies,
The city’s spirit never dies.
Image source –
All images are self-clicked except
Traffic – http://www.commons.wikimedia.org
Trains – wikipedia.org
Copyright (c) Sneha P