Lame Shorts #2 (My Fart)

My fart is like a magical dart, Which always hits the bullseye of embarrassment. My fart is an abstract art, Which pisses off people. My fart is not that smart, As it breaks the wrong wind at the wrong time. In short my fart is my inseparable part, And it has the power to burn

Mumbai Ke Log, Mumbai ka Mausam

Mumbai ke log, Mumbai ka mausam Dono ek se hi lagte hain Ek din main na jaane kitni baar karwatain badalte hain. Par mujhe yeh samajh nahi aata Ki mausam ke kaaran log aise hai, Ya logon ke kaaran mausam aisa hai. Ki logon ka gussa itni garmi paida karta hai, Ya iss dhoop ke

I was Alarm Clock Zoned

I woke her up every morning Leaving a “Seize the Day”  message She didn’t reply. Both at lunch and dinner I reminded  her to eat properly Leaving a “Eat Healthy”  message But she didn’t reply. After a long day, I texted her a joke Which I supposed made her laugh. And she finally reply, You

Dil Toh Secular Hai

Yeh jo dil hai woh bada hi secular bana phirta hai Isse “love jihad” ka concept samajh nahi aata Iss bewakoof ko kya pata, Kitni himmat lagti hai unke pass jaane main Par yeh toh unko dekhte hi unke peeche bhaagta hai Usse mazhab se koi farq nahi padta hai Woh toh bas andar aur

Lame Shorts #1

She was not just my crush, She was as important as candy crush. Every time I saw her She made me blush, But then came his boyfriend Whom I wanted to flush. Hush. Hush. Hush

Mere Papa

Meri khawishon ka bhoj utha kar chale hain woh, Mere sapno ko haqiqat main badalne ki koshish main joote hain woh, Apni zaroorat ko pare rakh kar meri zaroorat ko pura karne main lage hain woh. Har shaam jab woh office se ghar shanti ki talaash main aate hain, Toh main unke saamne kranti bankar

Come Sit, Let’s chat (English translation)

Come sit, Let’s chat You had a long walk on my warm sand today, So sit down, Light your cheap cigar, And curse those who are standing higher than you at the podium Pity those who are sitting below at the podium I am the Sea You needn’t show off in front of me, You

Aao Baitho Baatein karte hain

Aao Baitho, baatein karte hain Ab garam reth par nange pair mere kinaare tak aaye ho, Toh Baith Jao, Jalao apni sasti si bidi Aur koso unhe jo tumse unche paaydaan pe khade hain, Dhudkaro unhe jo tumse neeche paaydaan par baithe hain. Main Samundar hun. Mere saamne tumhe koi dikhawa nahi karna hoga Tum

Mujhe toh samajh nahi aata

Context – My dad is an architect and my mom is an artist. This poem depicts my feelings when I was a kid. This is inspired by a poem of Rabindranath Tagore. Maa, Papa din bhar kaagzon pe kya banaate hain Meri toh kuch samajh nahi aata Kuch square aur circle  kya bana lete hain,