Man Of Chennai

The myth is busted.
Hysterical times are relived.
Erroneous misconceptions ,eradicated.

Deliriously hopped into buses
Realizing the veracity of human nature.
Eradicating former flaws.
Adorning smiles by smiles.
Memorizing bits and excerpts of Tamils.

Ingenuous architecture
Sublime services

Drinking the glory.
Owning the moment
Numbering the minutes of navigation
Expediting serenity.

The sun and the Ocean

With the affection and scenery.
He rises to bring light.
She waits for him.
Law of nature or call it bravery.

Seasons go by.
The bond grows stronger.
no matter how strong the wind blows.
he will only rise high.

IT starts with a gentle kiss.
Then he is reflected in her.
she embraces his light.
The chemistry never seem to miss.

IT doesn't matter how much the distance.
The destiny will bring them together.
Loyalty brings them closer.
Trust is the strongest stance.

Passion becomes a friend.
Commitment is a wife.
THE love is epitomized.
Songs are unchanged trend after trend.

HE feeds light to nature.
She satisfies nature's thirsts.
if time would halt.
love would be there forever for her.

Vaporized by ire,
Kindled by wind.
Reincarnated as rain.
Personifying HER generous desire.

In a matter of minutes
Love battle gets over.
But the war of affection is perpetual.
the most beautiful monotony.

Orange blue and brown

They say a lot can happen over coffee.
But it started after having coffee.
That girl in black boots.
And "south" Indians with Mumbain roots.

Inception of an adamant odyssey.
With ample decency.
Buildings lit like a runway.
Kissing the deserved getaway.

Like in a flash of a camera.
Humongous beauty of our era.
The sea link, not so timid.
The colossal area, not at all humid.

With arms wide open,
The underworld of the ocean.
Embracing the blue breeze,
For the perfect shot, on the knees.

That girl reflecting the skies in her shirt.
With immaculate beauty, it was abominable to avert.
The other personifying the setting sun.
And the brown guy, ephemerally enumerating a pun.

The odour of food on the streets.
The luxurious horse fleets.
The precious infrastructure of Taj.
And as humans, hai Mumbai par hame naaz.