Delhi 2.0

So I am back in delhi the second time and these are my mixed feelings of being inside this breathing metropolis


Old, Crumbling and Gargantuan.
mirror mirror
whos decadent of them all?
a phoenix rising from a void,
cracks like an old man's wrinkle,
a whimper is just an iceberg
with a concrete mountain hidden

bastard of several fornicating kings,
miscegenated, yet, shining integrity;
testament of a khaki's crispness;
a hard day's labour twinkle,
in the eyes,
counts nothing upto the vice
of rip van winkle,
inside.

roaming freely in the past,
yet trapped in the future,
a razor thin certificate glazed,
with mughal ambitions.
eye of a diamond is really black and white
grey, the colour of argumentation
stupid fakes, my misplaced haste
inside the intestines
of a rube goldberg city's pace

sodden with umbilical goo,
throbbing yet hidden,
behold the city of seven kingdoms
ignore the tempest,
raging inside every man,
with a renewed mission,
at your own peril;
though hear it like a million mutinies whimpers