Many times
I stumble upon phrases
Try to fit in
Were those words
written for me
I wonder
if its all in a dream
For perfection
I crave to gain
In everything
I wish to do
But people gaze
follow me
Put too much
expectations on me
They ask
who am I
What do I want
I know not
Cause I am
Imperfect me.
It rains heavily
All people run for shelter
At the promenade
At the slippery rocks
At dirt and mud staircase at the stone bench they look for place to hide to escape
The crazy fierce wet wind
There is no room
Just a shack
Selling soft drinks
The owner blocks the entrance
Allows only seniors, weak or kids
Who will order drinks
Waiting outside are people
Drenched under rain
Water dripping down their face
A photographer with DSL camera
A lovely couple
A teenager munching gum
Rain shows no mercy
Pours for a moment
The heavy clouds move away
Its sunshine again
Mumbai rains never fails
