A Movie Called Bombay
No moon tonight, only the light
from an under-construction hi-rise.
The top of the building looks like
Rodin's thinker in profile. I take it in,
blow my joint's smoke at the stars
while I enjoy the pleasure of walking
in circles along the large terrace.
And although the place is dusty
I have promised myself to keep
my sandals unclean until the rain washes them.
How the past stays with us, leaving
its imprint on the living moment.
I continue conversations with you, my love
that dribbled out years ago.
I remain hopeful you will return to me
because I am in my own movie called Bombay
a detached observer of all that is happening to me
and I want it to be a feel-good one
where wonderful things are bound to happen.
A film where I will never be surprised
to see that magic exists in this world.
Far away, the buildings groan under
the weight of the night sky.
Suhit Kelkar is a Mumbai-based journalist with over 10 years of experience. His reportage has been published in The Caravan, Open magazine, and
Al Jazeera English, among others. Several magazines have published his haiku. In addition, he has just finished writing a book of science fiction.