Colaba,
Is a place,
That houses some few famous bars,
Plus some other random places,
Where people go and meet new faces….
It is like a haunt,
It’s where we chill and have good songs…
It’s where we meet when it’s been “real long”...
Mumbai is my city,
Although it isn’t green,
What happened here,
Is like a bad dream.
I felt my heart shatter,
As I saw the gun fire,
I didn’t know who was hit,
Because I was thankful i was the one who was missed.
I stood on the ground,
With my feet not moving, For a while,
I heard no sound.
People were running,
I knew something was amiss,
People were scurrying,
I knew I couldn’t dismiss.
Could it be a fight?
I thought, as I started running with all my might…
Can it be right?
To shoot without sight?
Who were you aiming at?
I wish I could ask,
What did I do?
And why do you want to shoot me to?
I ran from the scene,
I wasn’t very brave,
I just ran and screamed,
It was something I will deem.
The fear on everyone’s faces,
Made me feel so very underrated.
I knew not what to do.
I just wanted to come home,
I felt so crude.
We ran helter skelter,
We passed another scene,
We were at the Taj,
There was fire and there were more screams.
I needed to get away,
Needed to try to be away,
I ran a little more,
I wish I knew how to run faster,
Furthermore,
Moving seemed so tough,
With people being so rough,
Pushed and pulled and pushed and pulled,
Until I fell on the floor,
Feeling useless some more.
We got up to see,
Our world and life stop to breathe,
There was only chaos and you know, you see,
I could barely feel.
We ran a little more,
I couldn’t move anymore.
There were only scared faces,
The night had become tasteless.
I turned around to see,
Someone get shot right in front of me.
I froze right in between,
Wondering if that was what I had really seen..
I waited by a door,
I couldn’t move anymore,
There were only faces,
I couldn’t recognize the places.
I waited to be found,
This time I didn’t fight, I stood on the ground,
I couldn’t move or breathe,
I wondered what was happening to me.
Someone gave me water,
I threw it on the floor,
I leaned against the door,
Watching the cops run around more.
I stood and waited,
Till someone found me.
I could do nothing.
As my own city
Burned in front of me.
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This is a true account of what happened in Mumbai during the 26/11/2008 attack.
I will never forget.
I had inputs from other people too.
May the deceased rest in peace
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