When he strolled around to find a place,
The other crawled like the finest wine.
The flowing dupatta, the charm sublime!
The first stole the fading light of the sun
On evenings by the sea in a city they call Mumbai.
The other he met among the poets.
Flowing with words they soon gelled into duets.
The first enjoyed the rush of drinks and drugs
Also of men who could wrap her around the rugs.
The other snorted words for pleasure
A free spirit she was and books her only treasure.
He now recalls the story.
Of how he WANTED the first and NEEDED the other
Of how he kept the DAYS for the first,
And spent the NIGHTS with the other…..