7/11, Bombay Blasts....Again

8 blasts, 174 killed on the Western Railway

Where millions commute to and fro everyday

There was blood everywhere, mangled bodies strewn

Rivers of blood supposedly flowed

People running helter-skelter, chaos reigned supreme

No one could be reached, over the phone

When they were just trying to make their way home

Arre yaar, what are they doing to my city?

The 7:23 Churchgate fast, Bori Bunder

Eros Cinema, Azad Maidan and the Hanging Gardens

Sri Krishna Vada Pao, Pau Bhaji “rekdis” and cutting chai

“Zara hato yaar”, “Time kya hua bhidu” and “Dhakka lagao bhai”

Are some of the things that the city beats to

Now everything stalled, the city stops

To mourn the 175, whom life has dropped

Arre yaar, what are they doing to my city?

Juhu beach and inevitably “Naariyal Pani”

At nights, the Queens necklace so imperiously lit

Yes, I do agree, Mahim Khadi stinks

But Bandstand and Walkeshwar makes one doubt

If Dharavi and the other zopadpattis

In part of the same city could be found

Arre yaar, what are they doing to my city?

Dabbawallas, rickshawallas and mazdoor

Rubbing shoulders with the seths and babus

Everyone trying to eek out a living

Finding their place in the city

The multiplexes and the malls

Are a part of the city’s ever changing landscape

Arre yaar, what are they doing to my city?

How many times will they try and exterminate?

Lives of the ordinary nine-to-fiver

What does it take to bring a city down to its knees?

Before it keels and calls it quits

Angry, frustrated, depressed, anguished and sad am I

Thinking over and over am I

Arre yaar, what are they doing to my city?