Delhi the mighty city, I love to hate,
has withstood time and is steeped in history.
With its harsh climate and its harsh reality
it doesn’t give excuses, doesn’t sugar coat its being.
With pride it says i have it all, malls, villas, forts,gardens, appartments, tall buildings.
It has the coldness of concrete and steel.
Manmade flyovers, bridges, tunnels, sky scrapers
and lovely trees lined neatly in the cemented sidewalks.
Their leaves lined with dust and soot balk,
but stand their ground amidst the rush.
The cars, humans, buses, carts and trucks.
The ever suffering drivers in their cars
move around with ferociousness of warriors.
With grim determination on their visage
not willing to give an inch to the other.
Be it foe, friend, stranger or brother.
Fighting their way through piles of traffic.
Going through their day without really having a say.
Commuting distances long enough to shrivel their souls.
Always in a rush to be somewhere
which is neither here nor there.
Anger and impatience showing in their stares.
This huge mass of humanity that is Delhi.
This great diversity that is Delhi.
This chasm between the ultra rich and the oh, so poor.
This chasm between the have nots, have beens
and the ones who will never be there.
There are those who sit by the roads near the kiosks.
Reading the papers, enjoying a chat and look completely relaxed.
Then there are those on the roads who are going insane.
Those in buses and taxis and cars and metros and planes.
Those who are trying hard to make a place for themselves.
Those carving out a niche to keep up with the competition.
For every person who is ready to quit
there is a new one waiting to take his/ her seat.
We live in this city that we hate but with love
As this over crowded city full of inhumanity and humanity.
Still strangely gives each of its humans
space to nurture their individuality.