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  • Ah! Those teenagers!

    I saw two girls, With nicely tied curls, Having a walk, And, also a brilliant talk. About numerous things, With nice starting and endings. About the muscles of Arnold Schwarzenegger, And, how their friend was(accidentally) killed with a dagger! About Shakespeare's plays, And numerous, dangerous bays. About the latest in jeans, And buying them by unfair means. About the latest in shoes, Which to leave and which to choose. From the new tie and belt and bow, Till the socks drooping below. And, ending with the talk of movies at theatres, Not having remembered about, Their walk of eight kilometres. When heard footsteps, They turned n took out knives. And my word, I had the greatest shock of my life. They were not beautiful girls with curls, But were, Ugly, no, the ugliest of boys!

  • Subah Mein der Nahin

    Har din ki shuruaat bhor hoti hai, Aur ratri agla chorr hoti hai. Aur in choron ke beech lamba samay hota hai, Kabhi andhkaar liye, kabhi mangalmay hota hai. Subah ke aagey dopahar, phir saayam, phir raat, Ghabrao nahin mitr, nahin darne ki hai baat. Jo iss kram ko jaantaa hai, vah na dhairya khoyegaa, Karm ke iss kshan mein, aanand se na soegaa. Bhavishya va swayam par bharosa rakho, na ho hataash, Kyonki jisne tam se sangraam kiya, ussi ka hai prakaash. Karm-sheeltaa se toh saagar paar kar sakte ho, Phir isss akarmanyataa se bhi kyon thakte ho?

    Mehnat karne walon ke liye lakshya banta aasaan, Pyaas ke maare ko hee jal kee sachhi pechaan. Yeh samay hai amulya, abhi hee kuch karo, Karmath bano, iss tarah haath par haath na dharo. Aagey badh batao, haraa paayaa tumhe andher nahin, Raatri kitni hee lambi ho, subah mein der nahin!

  • Winds of Change

    After some time I’m feeling this way, Feeling lonely and feeling dismay. In just near past, laughter was around, There was talk, n cheerful sound. I was feeling happy, feeling content, Years of my life, I’d happily spent. Made friends, who’d always be there, Who would love me, who’d care. I was different for ‘the rest of the world’, For my people, I was their pearl. I opened up to them, felt comfortable, Made my cribs, however unreasonable. They let me be myself n not pretend, This is how, difficult times I’d spend. But, now it seems, times have changed, I’m feeling empty, feelin’ strange. Shadows are close, always near me, It’s the warm bodies which elude me. Often, I feel I’ve reached the destination, Alas, t’was just another hallucination. Pretence is the price I have to pay, For making people with me, stay. There’s a lot of haziness, fog all around, That have no answers, such questions abound.

    Had lovely breezes flowing for quite long, Or, that’s what seemed while t’was hail n storm. Spring might have set in, flowers abloom, Feels like autumn, sprinkled with gloom. Oh, where lies my treasure, Of cheers, laughter and absolute pleasure? Of gratitude in prayers, n peace of mind, A relaxing feeling, “I can now unwind”. I can’t change people, not even time, But somehow, the tinkling wind chimes, Say the breeze will again flow, Tearing mist apart, the Sun will show. My friends, acquaintances will stay near, Who make me find this life so dear. Winds of change will surely set in, Which will make me happy, deep within!