Moods here happy,
and at times sad.
Moments blue casual,
and sometimes red.
Sometimes people promise,
and never turn up.
Roadside junk food.
A big blasting burp.
Mornings at Irani restaurants,
Packed and full.
Gotta catch a train,
keep your temper cool.
Boss is never happy,
keeps shouting on.
And you curse that bloody day,
the day you were born.
Complex relations.
Circumstances tough.
Innocents please don't complain,
if you get bluffed.
Written in 1999. Theme - Mumbai's fast life.
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