ਮਾਂ

ਮਮਤਾ ਦੇ ਨੋਂ ਮਾਹਾਂ ਦਾ

ਤੇਰੇ ਦਿੱਤੇ ਸਾਹਾਂ ਦਾ

ਉਂਗਲ ਫਢ ਤੋਰੀਆਂ  ਰਾਹਾਂ ਦਾ

ਹੱਥੀ ਕੀਤੀਆਂ ਸ਼ਾਵਾਂ ਦਾ

ਫਿਕਰ ਵਿਚ ਨਿੱਕਲੀਆਂ  ਆਹਾਂ ਦਾ

ਤੇ ਦੁਆ ਵਿਚ ਉਠੀਆਂ ਬਾਹਾਂ ਦਾ

ਕੀ ਮੁੱਲ ਮੋੜਾਂ ਕਰਤਾਰੇ

ਮਾਂ,  ਕੀ ਲਿਖਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਬਾਰੇ

ਮੇਰੇ ਲਫ਼ਜ ਵੀ ਤੇਰੇ ਉਧਾਰੇ

ਤੇਰੇ ਮੋਹ ਨਾਲ ਚੋਪੜੀਆਂ ਰੋਟੀਆਂ ਨੇ

ਸਭ ਸੁੱਚੀਆਂ ਮੇਰੀਆਂ  ਖੋਟੀਆਂ ਨੇ

ਤੇਰੀਆਂ ਰੱਬ ਵਰਗੀਆਂ ਸੀਸਾਂ ਨੇ

ਮਾੜੇ ਵਖਤ ਦੀਯਾਂ ਚੀਸਾਂ ਦੇ

ਦੁਖ ਹਰ ਲਾਏ ਸਾਰੇ

ਤੇਰੇ ਰੱਬ ਤੋਂ ਉੱਤੇ ਦਰਜੇ ਦਾ

ਤੇਰੇ ਦੁਧ ਖੂਨ ਦੇ ਕਰਜੇ ਦਾ

ਕੀ ਮੁੱਲ ਪਾਵਾਂ ਕਰਤਾਰੇ

ਮਾਂ,  ਕੀ ਲਿਖਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਬਾਰੇ

ਮੇਰੇ ਲਫ਼ਜ ਵੀ ਤੇਰੇ ਉਧਾਰੇ

ਤੇਰੇ ਦਹੀਂ ਖੰਡ ਦੇ ਸ਼ਗਨਾ ਦੀ

ਪਾ ਸੁਰਮਾ ਹਟਾਈਆਂ ਨਜਰਾਂ ਦੀ

ਤੇਰੇ ਗੀਤਾਂ ਦੀ,

 ਤੇਰੀਆਂ ਰੀਤਾਂ ਦੀ

ਤੇਰੀ ਸਾਦਗੀ ਦੇ ਸੰਗੀਤਾਂ ਦੀ

ਤੇਰੀ ਗੁਡ ਨਾਲੋਂ ਮਿਠੜੀ ਬੋਲੀ ਦੀ

ਲਫਜਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਮਿਸ਼ਰੀ ਘੋਲੀ ਦੀ

ਕੀ ਰੀਸ ਕਰਾਂ ਕਰਤਾਰੇ

ਮੇਰੇ ਲਫ਼ਜ ਵੀ ਤੇਰੇ ਉਧਾਰੇ

ਮਾਂ,  ਕੀ ਲਿਖਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਬਾਰੇ

ਮਾਂ,  ਕੀ ਲਿਖਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਬਾਰੇ

ਮੈਂ ਭਾਲੇ ਅਲਖ ਬੁਖਾਰੇ

ਨਹੀਂ ਲਭਦੇ ਤੇਰੀ ਬੁੱਕਲ ਜਿਹੇ ਨਜਾਰੇ

ਮਾਂ,  ਕੀ ਲਿਖਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰੇ ਬਾਰੇ

ਮੇਰੇ ਲਫ਼ਜ ਵੀ ਤੇਰੇ ਉਧਾਰੇ

ਵਾਹ ਬੰਦਿਆ, ਵਾਹ ਬੰਦਿਆ

ਕੀ ਚੰਗੇ ਕੀ ਮੰਦੇ

ਕੀਤੇ ਸਭ ਗੋਰਖ ਧੰਦੇ

ਅੱਜ ਗੀਝੇ ਵਿਚ ਨੋਟ ਬਥੇਰੇ

ਪਰ ਚੜ੍ਹ ਕੇ ਵੇਖ ਬਨੇਰੇ

ਨਹੀ ਲਭਦੇ ਜੋ ਯਾਰ ਸੀ ਤੇਰੇ

ਬੈਠ ਮਾਯਾ ਦੇ ਕੰਢੇ

ਸਭ ਡੋਬੇ ਸੰਡੇ ਮੰਡੇ

ਵੇਖ ਕੀ ਸ਼ਕਲ ਬਨਾਈਆ

ਵਾਹ ਬੰਦਿਆ, ਵਾਹ ਬੰਦਿਆ

ਕੀ ਕਿਸਮਤ ਪਾਯੀਆ

ਵਾਹ ਬੰਦਿਆ, ਵਾਹ ਬੰਦਿਆ

ਤੇਰੀਆਂ ਬੜੀਆਂ ਚਢਾਈਆਂ

ਤੇਰੀ ਤਰੱਕੀ ਤੇ ਅੱਜ ਮੈਂ ਤੈਨੂ ਦੇਵਾਂ ਵਧਾਈਆਂ

ਜੀਵਨ ਦੀ ਗੱਡੀ ਤੂੰ

ਟਾਪ ਗੇਅਰ ਵਿਚ ਪਾਈ

ਸ਼ੁਦ੍ਦੇ ਸਭ ਯਾਰ ਤੂੰ ਪਿਛੇ

ਸਭ ਵੱਡੇ ਤੇ ਨਿੱਕੇ

ਫੁੱਲ ਸਪੀਡ ਚਲਾਈ

ਇਹ ਗੱਡੀ ਇਹ ਗੱਡੀ

ਹੁਣ ਹੋਈ ਸਡਕ ਤੋਂ ਵੱਡੀ

ਹੁਣ ਰੋਕੇ ਨੀ ਰੁਕਦੀ

ਜੋ ਬਿਨ ਬ੍ਰੇਕ ਚਲਾਈਆ

ਵਾਹ ਬੰਦਿਆ, ਵਾਹ ਬੰਦਿਆ

ਕੀ ਕਿਸਮਤ ਪਾਯੀਆ

 ਬਸ ਤੁਰ ਜਾਂਦੇ ਠੇਕੇ ਵੱਲੀ

ਸਭ ਦੇਸੀ ਅੰਗ੍ਰੇਜੀ ਚੱਲੀ

ਕਦੀ ਬੋਤਲ ਪੀਕੇ ਸੋਬਰ

ਕਦੀ ਬਿਨ ਪੀਤੇ ਵੀ ਟੱਲੀ

ਹੁਣ ਸੰਦੂਕ ਭਰੀ ਨਾਲ ਦਾਰੂ

ਪਰ ਨਾਲ ਪੇਗ ਕੌਣ ਮਾਰੂ

ਹੁਣ ਲੈਟੇ ਨੀ ਲਗਦੇ

ਜਿੰਨੀ ਮਰਜੀ ਚਢਾਈਆ

ਵਾਹ ਬੰਦਿਆ, ਵਾਹ ਬੰਦਿਆ

ਕੀ ਕਿਸਮਤ ਪਾਯੀਆ

ਕਲ੍ਹ ਦੀ ਕਲ੍ਹ ਨੂ ਵੇਖਦਾ ਸੀ

ਬੁਸ ਅੱਜ ਦੀਆਂ ਰੋਟੀਆਂ ਸੇਕਦਾ ਸੀ

ਕੀ ਓਥੇ ਕੀ ਏਥੇ

ਕਦੀ ਰੱਬ ਨੀ ਆਯਾ ਚੇਤੇ

ਹੁਣ ਉੱਡੀ ਸਭ ਖੁਮਾਰੀ ਹੈ

ਮੱਤ ਫਿਕਰਾਂ ਨੇ ਮਾਰੀ ਹੈ

ਜਿੰਦਗੀ ਭੰਬਲ ਭੂਸੇ ਪਾਈਆ

ਵਾਹ ਬੰਦਿਆ, ਵਾਹ ਬੰਦਿਆ

ਕੀ ਕਿਸਮਤ ਪਾਯੀਆ

ਤੇਰੀ ਤਰੱਕੀ ਤੇ ਅੱਜ ਮੈਂ ਤੈਨੂ ਦੇਵਾਂ ਵਧਾਈਆਂ

The F.R.I.E.N.D

Calling you a friend

is not fair

for many are out there

You are The F.R.I.E.N.D

A true gem

Like FIFA Ten

And today you are off to some place

And me being mad

Will be utter disgrace

Display of emotions

Will be out of place

for airports are too small

to hide a sad face

Now what do you expect

Should I

Remember and reflect

Together we spent those days

With or without sunshine, making hay

Too close, suspected as gays

Speeding, Jumping lights

Hitting up people, picking up fights

Learning together

Though I did that rarely

Cooking n eating together

Though I did the former barely

Boozing n Dramatising

Though you were not good at it

Chatting,Pricking, Punning

Amidst all situations, funning

Self made experts for advice

Keeping each others off wiseness vice

Wasting each others money

Perhaps that’s friendship honey

Workstation or Playstation,

Ideas messed up to perfection

Forever-The best friends

Weekdays or Weekends

Eating sprees

Rides across trees

FIFA Fevers

Misplaced Keys

Broken Levers

Sipping coffee at midnight

Hunting joints for eat-at-sight

Self made electricians

Setting right lose connections

Paying no heed to lineman’s plight

Learning to live with stupid decisions

Finding SOLID reasons

Will I miss you

Definitely not

All I will miss is

Fruit Custarding on my way home

A late night trip to Cream Stone

A pure non vegetarian life style

A late morning wake up call

And “Gimme Five minutes” crime

That actually meant nearly a life time

Vases you broke in my hall

And may be

You laughing louder

at my every fall

Without fear

Taking advantage of being dear

And me returning favors

With equal fervor

There are positives though

It will save us dough

Will reach office on time

Call it wishful thinking of mine

Chcolate rolls and snickers will celebrate today

Perhaps its their independence day

Airtel TV will remorse and repent

Not rewarding the time you spent

Rajeev Masand is reported to have high fever

His Udaans, Action Replays lost a believer

Too good to be real

The time so surreal

one we spent together

being birds of same feather

not roosting with the rest

but soaring with the best

Am I going to miss you

Of course not

For we will meet again

I will keep you as my back pain

And will never let you go

Remembering you

Whenever I twist or bow

And I promise

I will stay the same

Your chronic a#$ pain

Not letting you sit

Making it tough for you to forget

Things are fine

Just some tingling in my spine

Perhaps distancing from my lifeline

Will I miss you

Ofcourse not

Its just that I don’t know

Without you

From tomorrow, what will I do?

(Friends are like stars, you don’t always see them…but you know they are always there and this fire.end of mine is a superstar…always there, sleeping tightly, searching meaning of life in Splitsvilla,riding the road with Roadies, Eating, planning an eatout, eating more, packing somethng to eat at home and then eating again. You made life a fun thing and living a fun thing to do. Without you i would had starved myself or died of overseriousness. Thanks for being what you are...)

Little Miss Sunshine

The hullabaloo

The dazzle, The razzmatazz

Star studded sky, a clear road

Any rider’s feast

I, the little miss no one

A misfit, utterly incongruous

In this show of

Beauty and the beast

Jittery! jumpy!!

seeing this crowded hall

In a world of “Size Matters”

A creature so small

Suddenly pulled in a world of

pricy, dusky and tall

And I feel like going back

To the same parking lot

Where all were same

where all were short

When I was taken

Pinky cried, Cirmson turned her back on me

Violet expressed her outside world fears

I smiled, faked confidence

Carefully wipered my tears

And now I am cruising all alone

Among these powerful peers

Throttling smoke

So much into my flat face

Some ahead flaunting a shaped rear

Some behind commenting on dress i wear

I could overhear

Laura dishing the dirt to Cruze

An air of oomph

Oozing from sun roof

And then the classy Miss Jazz

Stands besides me

As if making fun of me

Making me look small

And I sink in oblivion

Not reaching her shoulders

How I dreamt of ramp walk

May be I am just imagining

May be she is not so mean

But Still

I just want to run away

Moment the light turns green

And as uncle murfy said

Life is not a fair song

Anything that can, will go wrong

Some Mrs. 407, quite old

Couldn’t take the load

Got stuck midway

Enough to stop the play

And that’ was a massive block

All ladies fuming on a jammed road

An hour passed by, still stuck

I see a narrow lane

Still week on knees

dare to test my luck

Amidst high chances of bruising my skin

I decide, I will walk this path so thin

And then I make an attempt

I am composed, while heavens wait

Take a slow step

for a detour

Maneouvering a tight contour

 Narrow escape

And I take my last stepStill keeping my gait

A slow but cofident

Marked with class

Biggie on a road lowers its glass

Perhaps to steal a glance

And before they could believe

I am standing in the front

Classy yet humble

And they honk..

And they honk again

But this time in respect

As if saying well done

Extending a warm welcome

To Sunny, The sunshine yellow

a big hearted small car

I wink and they honk again

Sunny ready to race n rock again !!

My Monkey Mind

Somewhere midway

on life’s pathway

I meet angels

and I feel shameful

about being human

for what I have been

all these years

A social parasite

A thankless scavenger

A selfish receiver

And

I say to myself

I will no more be

And

Then I try

And

Then I fail

And

Then I cry

And

I regret

Why cant I forget

the I

Why???

Why is it so tough?

Letting go of

Our own self

Replacing “ish” with “less”

And then I sleep

and see a light

Saying

Wake up pumpkin

Don’t give up

And then I get up

And start over

I know I shall fail again

Land up in

I’s domain

But

enduring this grind

hopefully one day

I shall find

a trick to tame

this monkey mind!

I am no Shakespeare

 

I am no revolutionary

I am no rebel

Nor I dare to be

Its too courageous for me

No fire in my belly for change

Utopia is out of my range

Polity is not my forte

What's special about the revolution day?

I am a no-nerd, no-geek

I am a big time “small things freak”

Scales scare me,

Nano is the way I want it to be

I am no spiritual

I am no saint

Nor I dare to be

Its too sacred for me

Shortsighted to read his omens

Skin dead to feel his presence

His chants don’t enchant me

Amnesty, he doesn’t grant me

No peace for me in his temples

No dough for me in his shrines

Scared to knock at his doors, just yet

I am still not contended with my crimes

No light for me in his rays of hope

No nirvana for me in dope

I am no visionary

I am no prodigy

Nor I dare to be

Its too out of reach for me

I neither see the tunnel

Nor the light

I still don’t understand

Maths of life

I am a man walking on a hot summer road

Carrying some invisible load

Which supposedly takes me nowhere

No clue, Not even the slightest one

Where I am going, Why I am going there

Still firmly holding crutches of thoughts,

 I am walking foot bare

I am no connoisseur

I am no aesthete

Nor I dare to be

Its too artistic for me

I don’t treasure a star lit sky

Or cherish nature’s daub on a butterfly

Conveniently dumb to silence of sea

Tenderness of flowers rarely speaks to me

No message for me in chirping of Cuckoo

Sound of rain drops don’t play peek-a-boo

I am no writer

I am no bard

Nor I dare to be

Its too impeccable for me

I am a victim of conspiracy of words

They buzz inside me,

Driving me mad, Stretching my gut

Squeezing me from inside

Like Trojans of mind

Driving holes in my soul

They wont let me be at peace

Till I belch them out

Some find their way out

As tears from the eye

Some liberal ones as smiles

Some fussy ones as frown

Some get stuck there, somewhere

Knocking my mind off

Shouting, cribbing, stifling to ooze out

Some come out (take life) as useless rhymes

Some die death of (aborted mercilessly as )a silent shout

Some haunt me in dreams

Some find solace in my screams

Some impatient fierce ones, creating a churn

Some sitting in a corner for their turn

Some huddle up and make a thought

Some choose to stand alone

Some sober, some drunk

Some exuberant, some in funk

Some sensible, some insane

Some laugh at my situation

Some empathize with the pain

I am no exceedingly well read

I am no erudite

Nor I dare to be

Its bit too late for me

My words make no rhyme

My scribbling, a linguistic crime

My full stops don’t stop at anything

My comas don’t mean nothing

My exclamations don’t surprise

Still I love them

like I love life

with all its errors n mistype

Those Kiddy Days...

My heart craves

for those long lost days...

Kiddy cycles on the run

You and I kicked the bum

God then was uncle’s son

One religion, we were one

Saving the world with a water gun

Vicky was funny, Gaggi was fun

Oiled hair, crazy shorts,

white shirt with a bow

Muddy faces of Lil models

always had a glow

Small pockets, big plans

“Baraf ka Gola” or “Hajmola”

Candy floss or cake pans

Tiny Heads, Big dreams

Busy planning for ice creams

“Hindi hamari maata thi

Humko kuch nahin aata thi”

Played tic tac, we were bored

Teacher shouted, we ignored

King of Excuses , we were crooks

Blaming goats of eating books

Beat us with any stick

Nothing works, skin is thick :)

Homework was for people at home

Dad, do the drawing pls

Maths is for you mom :)

Sweetie pie do the rest,

My sissy iz d besht

Every girl was “Teri Bhabi”

Dad’s scooter, stole the “Chabi”

Go on ninety don’t scare

Down is neutral, up is gear

Lil confusion between brake and clutch

She saw us falling, what d @#%$

Dad’s one tight slap, my ear blushed

Choti si love story

Then n there crushed!

Still remember that football match

Losers pay for samosas

life at stake

Run, dribble, shoot and.. Bingo!

Right on spot

There goes….

Nand uncle’s window!!

Loud sound, I turn around

“Run my friends”

But all you buggers, were already home

I was left alone on the ground

Head o feet I ran away

Hit a cow on the way

Broke a leg, but that was cool

A month off from the school

Aint need money, Aint need fame

Gimme back, My old nick name.

My heart still craves

Give me back, those long lost days

(This one is for a child in us, who refuses to grow up, for life was never more beautiful than those good ‘ol days and once you have been there, you strive to go back to those times. “Dil to bacha hai ji” )