A Good City to Fall in Love

 

2043065013_aee355f841_oTrey Ratcliff ©http://www.stuckincustoms.com/ (Creative Commons non-commercial with Attribution)

 

A Good City to Fall in Love

Bombay is a good city to fall in
love. My lover lives eight train
stations and two full bus-stops
away. Ten rupees of distance
between us.

Courage comes easy. The city
pocked with couples, suspended
in amour. Wet monsoon shivers,
filling street food. Midday reads
to share.

Obstacles, like the sour smell
of suburban shit, humidity, the
crowded train. All defeated by
young love. Bombay, yes, is a
good city.

We spread handkerchiefs, sit
on them. One hand held, the
other, busy eating something.
By the sea, you explain, we can
sit forever.

But the beggars, and the sunset,
respective waiting rooms, dying
rush hour, ease us off the sand.
This is the restrained, timed love
of office-goers.

At Churchgate, I kept looking
at your growingly tiny face. My
local pulling out. I am already
fifty paisa away from you. Yes,
I love you.

Neha Viswanathan

Comments

  1. Hope. Mystery. Patience. Courage. Understanding. Yearning. Acceptance. All words that came to mind as I read this.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular Posts