Bombay....

Bombay, where lives are made,
honest efforts are valued
hard work and perseverance pays,
where nobody sleeps hungry.

Bombay, it gave me my identity,
and a sense of self confidence,
liberated me financially,
and taught me to stand tall.

Bombay, the city of dreams,
where glamour and money reigns supreme,
make up and clothes maketh one,
where masks are worn and changed.

Bombay, it snatched my innocence,
stole the trust and faith i reposed,
grabbed my laughter,
and buried my smiles ...

Bombay, i love and hate you,
I have faith, yet fear you,
I have gained a lot and lost some more,
Hope u give me without taking away...

I believe

You said honesty drove you,
And honesty is what drove you away.
Why do i speak the truth,
when i know the price i have to pay?

It took a lot from me,
ive learnt a lesson or two too ,
i shall speak less, not more..
It shall yet be only the truth.

Someday it will be accepted
for what it is worth...
He will find me and cherish
and i shall not be hurt.

i believe....