Saturday, July 7, 2018

The Spider


The spider

This spider was born in a house,
Did not see a leopard or a mouse.

It scurried around the house of Chiles,
All it saw was many many tiles.

The tiles were coloured yellow blue green and red,
But beyond the blue he would not step.

He wondered what the colour would do,
It may catch him, swallow him or colour him too.

One day Mr. Chiles was stuck in a garden pit,
He screamed for help, for his foot was slit.

The spider heard him yell and squeal,
He was hurt on his head and heel.

The spider could run on his eight feet,
Faster than any man could reach.

But the tiles of yellow green and red,
Left him shivering, he dares not tread.

The spider climbed up the wall and spit his thread,
Lost his balance and fell on the red.

The red one was a rough tile,
Some standing some sleeping lines.

When he went over the green,
It was sticky from the last evening meal.

And yellow just looked too bright,
And glowed in the dark scared him with light.

Different tiles felt different on his feet,
Not exactly scary, only a different seat.

So, the spider hopped skipped and jumped across,
Over the yellow red and the green like moss.

He finally reached Mr. Chile,
Spat his web on the slit line.
His wound healed in a few hours,
He could now walk around near and far.

Thus, the spider saved Mr. Chile,
Or Mr. Chile opened him up to the coloured tiles.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Who wants love?

Who wants love when it plays by the rules
When it picks one and makes the other lose.

Who wants love when you must decide,
For the love will be lost if you pick the other side

Who wants love? That tribes on making the loved lose,

For if my beloved has it all then he won't choose.

Me! Me! Me!
I just saved some love for me That tribes on making the loved lose,
For if my beloved has it all then he won't choose.
Me! Me! Me! I just saved some love for me

Boondh

Ek boondh jo baadalon se giri,
Use Maine dekh Kar bhi andekha kar diya

Dar tha ki boondh dekh Leta, 
Toh use apne hatheli se rok Leta, 
Ya phir apne katori mein jod leta.

Yun hi nazar andaaz rehene mein,
Maine kuch paaya bhi aur nahi bhi 
Boondh se nikli kavita, par main bheega nahi.

Waqt aur boonden zameen mein samaa rahe hai, 
mujhe lakeer ke us Paar Kadam rakhna hoga 

Jahan main boondh girne se pehele usmein poori tarahse bheeg jaaun. 

Monday, October 3, 2016

Pollution

What if the blue car before yours emitted the smell of tulip and the orange one covered the road with the smell of mari gold.... What if a petunia sat at the the mouth of your car nozel and the purple lily was coughed by the road guzzler........ I would just lift the tip of my nose and smell in all the pollution.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Sapne

Banjar akaash ke chehere par.. Kitne dor thaan kar lagaae
Badee chote geele sapne un par taangae
Kuch par clip lagaayi kuch ko bharose se atkaaye

Hawaa ke jhoke ne kuch ko sukha diya
Kuch mein nami ab bhi baaki hai
Jaldi unhe utaar lo
Apne aankhon ki nami se unhe poora bheegado
Aur aaj tum inhe pehen hi lo... Yeh sapne geele hi jachte hain tum par

I know

If I told you that I know
Would that bring me closer would the distance be more

When I say I know
Is my experience of your experience fresh
Or just a repetition repetition of my memory refreshed

When I say I know
Do I stand on top of the mountain alone
Or Do I allow you to take me to my world undone

Archaic battles

I am a hero
My sword glistened and swore when I turned it
I held it right above my elbow - parallel to my body
Taller than me, it claimed its might

I had won the battle, and I did it with a panache,
I have earned my glory, my honor has no match,

I promised to teach them how to use the mighty sword
To win battles with a thousand wardes

They rejoiced and celebrated by courage and zeal abundant

But they said sorry, "now a days we don't use guts but guns".