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” )

A Fire Cracker Story

Tonight is The Night


Our night, Diwali night


Today we will meet


If we might


You and me together


a fire and a cracker


One aint matter without the other


You are


Yes, who else


My friend, philosopher, guide!










But Rule Of nature…


We are entertainers of the World


Puppets of destiny


Destined to set up a show…


For you to make worth, you must burst out


Sparkle, fly around


or make some sound


For an applause round


And I the culprit


The incinerator


Have the onus to burn you out


Start an end of you


Oblivious of your shout


But may be


This is our story


Maybe


That is life, all about!






You are standing tall


In corner of a road to impress


Handsome, as always


I am lit, gazing at your dress


It is all going to end


You still have no fear


But I must confess


I am still shaky


I am still not clear


and just when


I gather guts


for the act


You smile at me


Show me that pout


A chill blows down my heart






My heart freeze


I simmer and You shiver


You give meaning to my life


When you hisss


We come closer


For a brief life taking kiss


And that’s the moment


Precisely that’s the moment


We don’t want to miss,


When time stops


That’s the moment,


A moment to live for


A moment to die for


a moment of chemistry


We both know, it will soon be history.


It will be lost in some child’s giggles


Do we Care?


No, Hell No


Fragrance of love will stay there


No matter


How brief that moment was


It had flare






I see you


Doing your thing


The sparkle, The Whistle


The Swing


And then a loud sound


I know, what it is about


but I am not scared


I look for you all around


I get your last glimpse


a lasting one


Your silhouette in a smoke frame


bidding adieu to my flame






Once your last breath diffuse


I am extinguished


Thrown away


Stubbed out under some boot


Trust me, I am happy


For you are gone


I am of no use

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(Diwali came and went away…I got up and saw remains of burst out crackers, scattered all around the road. Last night’s crowd was dispersed, all smoke was gone. But some fragrance of love was still in air…and I just wished I could write a rhyme)