The Subway

Walking towards my college

I get into the subway mode

That starts from the station 

And reaches me across the road.

A sweeper moves across the stair,

A new hoarding is hanging up above 

They thought I wouldn’t escape it, 

Reading Ads where I shouldn’t care. 

I walk further down the subway 

It’s got a ceiling far too low

Makes me aware of my own height 

I continue to walk..I heave a sigh! 

I see some foreigners in ethnic dresses 

Searching, following, exploring faces,    

The fad for jholas slung across the shoulders 

Mismatch in time, culture and spaces. 

Then the smell of idlis-sambhar and dosas 

out-of-nowhere it gets into your head, 

With oil and batter they make samosas, 

to be had with paav-the Indian bread. 

Love it or hate it You can’t ignore it 

This subway has it all.

a common man's wonder mall. 

It serves you with some quick fixes, 

Chargers, ties , pen drives, Bata boots and umbrellas... 

If you need something urgent, you can buy it here 

Don’t you forget to bargain with those fellas! 

In evening when the waves turn around 

It gets a little crazier than this 

They want you take home 

fancy stuff for your kids: 

Mosquito bats, electronic toys 

lights, sounds and everything! 

 

It’s a miniature of how this city Mumbai works, 

Keep moving and pay for time. 

Distance  

is always measured in minutes.

We lose some we gain some, 

but to give up is just not fine.