Colaba Walking
The footsteps
on this ancient road
were new…
to the Regal rates,
to the Leopold hues,
to the Jehangir muse
to this bazaar air
and of course,
to each other.
In each other
they mingled, with..
the city’s refuge,
the Taj subterfuge,
the old Bombayhood,
the Kala Ghoda Cafe
and of course,
with the waiting mood.
The wait was not over
no, not yet.
To be continued was…
the stranger’s comfort,
the unclaiming sort,
the intersection of two cities
its travellers, its addicts
and of course,
the belonging that resists.
Belonging was too bold
for the just arrived.
The souls sufficed with…
the empty RBI street,
the Horniman retreat,
the Royal steps
and of course,
their stories in between.
The story reached
and spilled to a climax.
Leaving a plot of…
Comings,
Goings,
the transit
and of course,
the memory of deposit.
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