I don't want to be imprisoned in my own time,
I want my words to be a timeless chime.
I know am not wiser or better than others,
But it is that I know this, that matters!
I will learn what comes my way,
I will wake up every morning, to a new day..

THP

Don't know who'll believe in me,
But a part of her will always live in me.
A part of me will always act like she wanted,
It'll never forget the pleasures her company granted.

When I'll see someone enjoying getting drenched in rain,
I remember her again.
Somewhere deep I'll be a little moist and hazy,
When someone cute acts adorably crazy.

Time will pass, wounds will heal..
But when I look behind,
There will always be these memories to remind...

Maine zindagi ko dhoonda
Parvaton ke shikharon par, aasman ki unchayiyon me;
Athaang sagar par, hawaon ki raftaar me…

Tumse mila to jana,
Zindagi to hai khilkhilati hasi me;
Bheegi baarishon me, apno ke pyaar me…

Maine puchha phool se,
Tum hamesha hi muskurate ho, raaz kya hai?
Usne kaha, mai to hamesha se hi muskura raha hu,
Tum aaj puchh rahe ho, batao baat kya hai?

You're an Indian

I enter a bar with my cousin to have a drink. The barman has put on a football game on all the TVs. Not that I don’t enjoy football but still, I wonder why would anyone put on a football game when IPL is on? So what if it’s the bottom of the table game today?

Right across me sits a babe. She’s nothing if not a sex bomb. She’s not even wearing much clothes. Which guy wouldn’t stare at her? And she’s even sucking at the butt. Yet, I choose not to look at her anymore. She’s sucking at the butt of a cigarette.

I choose to look at the other one sitting on a table to my right. She’s fully clothed. Yet she looks sensual. She’s merely accompanying her boyfriend there who’s enjoying a beer. When the waiter takes her orders she says, “A coke and a chicken tikka…”. Now, I like her even more. This is the ideal girl you would want to be with. So what if she’s not as sexy as the other one?

Later that evening, I go to an Italian restaurant for dinner. Its nothing if not ambrosia. How can a truly satisfying meal end without a paan? The moment I come out, I order a “KalKatta Meetha” at the nearest paan shop.

It’s vacation time now. I’ve been home mostly watching downloaded Hollywood flicks. Master pieces all of them. Examples of excellence in cinema. No doubt. Yet, I miss watching a “Shahrukh-KJo, larger than life, love means everything” drama sprinkled with spiced songs here and there.

I don’t believe in Nationalism. I am not patriotic at all. Yet, these are the times you realize- You’re an Indian. 

Toofani barish, Imli khatti or kacche aam;
Sard subah, khubsurat raat or akeli shaam…

Man ka saccha par behudd shararti baccha;
Or uski soch pagal…
Dur daraj me behta saaf thanda paani;
Shor machata taral…

Kahi ki raani koi;
Or woh log jo rakhte uska hukm sar-ankhon par…

Yaad tumhari dilate hai,
Kab hsogi phir se mujh pe? Kab baat karogi?
Pucch pucch kar satate hai…

It’s a weird time,

The heart does chime

But poems don’t rhyme…

Words come from Bare Act’s definitions

No emotions, no passion…

Interesting stories are heard as mere “facts”

Everyone around tells you,

“Learn to use them, learn the “tact”…”

Don’t trust anyone, take precaution

People dupe, people are not human.

This is a jungle, people are demons…

Think with reason, think logical

Life is sad

Nothing beautiful, miraculous or magical…

Rules, papers, black and white

People, cases, arguments and fights…

Miss Sharvaree, miss FC,

And miss being just a student

Rub my shoulders with serene faced, grey-haired oldies now

And hope they’ll call me “prudent…”

Time-tables are replaced by cause lists and boards

And I get dates every day but not one of them with a girl,

And every day is a roller-coaster with a twist and a twirl…

It’s a weird time,

The heart does chime

But poems don’t rhyme…

Think with reason, think logical

Life is sad

Nothing beautiful, miraculous or magical…