You wait and wait

but it never comes...

then suddenly hell just spills over...

staring down from my lofty perch...

the prima donna with the yellow top skims through

on the gravel trap flush with slush...

circular multi colored hues float along...

seemingly distant shadows trying to keep dry..

rabbi strums at some corner shop, "main tha, tu thi, aur thi dilli bass..."

the lofty perch is no more.. its just a ivory tower waiting to be washed away..

the city is getting its first wash... the lost cloths are are seen floating away along the nearby drain..

rabbi strums on - "aur main hoon, tu hain, aur hain dilli bass..."

the showers have just begun.. the rats retreat into the nooks, corners, cracks and holes..

waiting for them to flooded ?? has the city dozed off or has it just woken up..


rabbi seems to be on a marathon - "par kahaan hain iss shehar ka falsafa"

the wind starts to howl, thunder cracks at a close proximity..

the endless colors continue to float along.. direction less.. the nearest nook, the coziest corner, the driest hold..

"par kahan hai iss shehar ka falsafa" you keep asking ?

where my city's soul ?

The point being you fear what you dont understand !!!!