So it was…
As a poem written
And forgotten
Fought over with passion
And emotion
And left unsung…

Musings of an evening
A long walk
A ringing laughter
Few children’s song
Warm cups of coffee
Of smiles galore

And a flurry of unopened pages
Fly through…

An autumn wind
Blew it all
Baring the tree, left its
Barren soul…

And it stood
Tall and stern

A paradise lost
And regained…
(Or so it thought)
With its mighty fall…

As summer came
It felt its loss
A hollow case
Resides its heart

It burns in hell
And feels the pain
A paradise held
And lost again…

Broken

Clinks of ice filled glasses
Danced through
Danced with me
As I was dancing with the
Soaring waves on the shore…

Cry now not and tears
Don’t splash…

Let it go and it shall go from you
Like empty glasses on a shelf
Of a half closed bar…

Night was passing
Slowly into dawn’s arms
And here i was
Splayed on the cold floor
A blur of it all…

Broken.
pushed to the wall..

It was a blur…
A blur after all…

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because it was playing tic-tac-toe
When it found the traffic light green
And there was a zebra crossing
“But why should zebras have all the fun?”
And that was how the rebel was born.

Across the road it saw Santa Banta fight
One global man, one local drink
The kings of jokes and Happy times
“To rule the country was their birth right???”
It wanted to bridge the gap ensuing
But London Bridge was falling down
Falling down, falling down.

It was the country’s future’s stake
And not some Punjabi jokes to play
It drank the Banta from the MH gate
And sang to Santa the carols eight
Decided it was time to take the plunge
And there we hear the revolution song.

The chicken did not chicken out
It crossed the road and shouted loud.
“I am the cousin of Chicken Singh”
And we all know that Singh is King
It drew the drums and lollipops
And wings of flesh, tandoori rocks
Its eyes were blue and lovely too
Pink Chaddi’s pet, now you know who?

The hens were shocked
Cocks’ heads were down.

The Chicken crossed the road that day
And that is where the story stays.

Diet fight

Conversation 1:

M: What did u have for dinner?
A: Fish curry
M: What with fish?
A: Err...fish...
M: (Long silence) Translation:What happened to all the days of nice rice with fish!! All my years of feeding her gone waste!

Conversation 2:
K: "she is on a strict diet"
R: "Health tips!...diets are bad!"
A: "I EAT!"

Comments previously:
M: you are getting so fat!
K: Once in job you will start gymming (FORESIGHT!)
R: You want to lose weight...then do something about it!
X,Y,Z,L,M,N,O,P: you have added SO much weight! (rolling eyeballs and shocked expressions!)

People diet. i question not.
People eat. i watch the show.
People follow religion.
i like my unsure tag.
People are people after all.

Angry. tired of justifications.
of rejecting temptations.

when i follow they push away.
and if i don't they laugh n smirk.

People are people after all.

Why do you follow your faith?
Why do you not eat flesh?
Why do you like the guitar?
Why wait for the marriage bells?

Justify. Explain.
I fight for the simplest thing.
Not for them but for me.
And yet i cant fight back at times.

They push me and i push back.
One against them all.
People are people after all.