If I had to lead my life without you O’Bangalore, my life will be Delhi, my days will be hotter If I had to lead my life without you O’ Bangalore, my life will be in Delhi, my monsoons will be wetter I will save money and travelling woos Let me also say this to you Nothings gonna [...]
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Ode to Bangalore
Posted in Humor, Poetry, Random Blabber, tagged bangalore, chaos, Delhi, life, love, northy, nothings gonna change, signal, traffic on May 27, 2008 | 7 Comments »
A Bad Mother
Posted in Cause, Poetry, Thoughts, tagged Fiona, Goa, Murder, Parent, Scarlett Keeling on March 19, 2008 | 10 Comments »
Woman you are bad; No guilt; You are Bad; No pangs as you let your child die ; In substance fang; Woman you are a bad mamma; Knocked-out she was; She must have cried out; “Help me mamma” You, a bad person; Served in prison for slaughter of a man; Your child deserved to die; [...]
Simple
Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry on January 11, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Simple life and a Simple joy Simply speaking a simple ploy Simple colors simple talk Simple song and a simple folk Simple rhymes that I know Simple us and a simple vow Simplicity, uncomplex Easy going and unperplexed Unsimple mind but Simple thoughts Simple children and grownup fought Simple truth and simple facts Simple gestures [...]
Delhi:- My Home
Posted in Poetry on May 10, 2007 | 5 Comments »
There flows a river And by its side there’s a world Dilapidated, tightly knit Yet on the outskirts of what we call a social limit There I see elephants and a little further a new city Come little closer, and I see the ruins of old age And also broken bones of our victory People [...]
Pyaar ki Adjustment
Posted in Poetry on March 26, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Last evening Ulsoor lake jaake Pata chala, pyaar mei log kya kya karte hain Sade hue Paani ki Tanki ke pass baithe Jhoothe wade karte hai Inse milie, ye hai Rajnigandha Dosa IdIi khati hai Aur nariyal tel se sehat banati hain Aur ye hai, unka haath thaame hue Ashwaak Mia Biriyani khate hai Aur [...]
My Friends
Posted in Poetry on March 22, 2007 | 1 Comment »
When He sent me to my mothers lap I grew up too fast to raise my hand With which I held my dad’s fingers His touch and his scent still lingers With tiny hands and trying feet I kept growing till the lap became too small And the grip of his fingers too lose [...]
Ghummakkad Gang Ki Holi
Posted in Poetry on March 2, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Holi ka Maza Holi ke Pakwaan, Gujia, Kachori aur Holi ke Gaan Rang, Gulaal, Abeer laal Bhang peeke chale hans ki chaal Gubbare, Pichkari, Bachho ki phulwari, ghar ka aangan ho ya phoolo ki kyaari Dekho zara, chuke na nishsna Holi hi sahi, hai achha bahana jakdo, pakdo, lagao rang reh jai dekh ke sab [...]

