Monorail Mumbai
This is a piece I wrote while travelling in the monorail from Naigaon to Chembur. It was raining and I passed the oil depots near Wadala. Got a Blade Runner shiver.
Oil depots and oilery chimneys
Burning bright, burning nights
Skyscrapers puncturing pregnant clouds
Grey soot, black rain, drip down the city.
The stench of wealth rises to the skies
Condensing the tears it carries with it
Taste the drops that return to the gutter
Grey death, black blood, poor sweat all over.
The CEOs in their butcheries and the Ministers in their mints
Slice and dice, extract and exploit
Noisy cries reverberate and echo
The clouds reply in kind:
Grey ash, black floods, a caustic sewer.
Loved humans, pedestalized into stars
Their glamorous lights glow the heavens
The hellish skyscape flashes back
Electric touches, charring smells, dust swirls in the city.
Incessant, unshakable,
Without respite, without mercy
Drowning the city, a punishment futile:
The people slave on;
for Bombay drowns them daily.
Beautifully written..
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