Sunday, February 27, 2011

A Day in the life of a Mumbaikar!

The sun shines bright and melts my skin to a deep brown,
Perspiration on full force in my own sweat i drown.
Listen to some jazz to ease my aching head,
But what i could really go for is my soft bed.
Take a deep breathe and try to gather my thoughts,
But in this heat my grey cells begin to rot.
Like tea leaves brewing in a cauldron of hot water,
My thoughts infuse with the world around as it gets hotter.
Need to escape this madness and save my fleeting mind, 
Have to hurry before traces of it become hard to find.  

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