The city towards its decay hurtling Potholes and foul air, jams, and disorder, is hurting The city towards its decay hurtling Potholes and foul air, jams, and disorder...

Mumbai.. city of dreams... Mumbai.. city of dreams...

Life long days of separation, I can't spend. Life long days of separation, I can't spend.

In that basket, there are some flowers. In that basket, there are some flowers.

Morning or night , 'I lived you in...me" Morning or night , 'I lived you in...me"

I see myself walking on an alien street, In minimal clothes with ash on my face and arms I see myself walking on an alien street, In minimal clothes with ash on my f...