Befriending strangers

It’s really hard to believe

             But it all happened to me

Befriending strangers within 12 hours

             How could it really be?

That day we met for the first time

And became friends within no time

Friends as good, as I ever had

The love so deep that I never had

So many firsts on that single day

Hard to believe and hard to say

But they all made a fruitful sense

Arising out of that coincidence

Befriending strangers was so easy

             Ws beyond my imaginations

Their heartily affection was so deep

             That it was out of my expectations

Stay away from these metro damsels

             People usually say

They’ll squeeze you out completely

             And make you lose your way

But with these young girls

             It’s been a harsh treatment

They all are very matured, no doubt!

             But they also have deep sentiments

Befriending strangers was never easy for me

             But these girls have taught me sure

They can be tricky for a few or many

             But for me they are true and pure

Knocking On The Forbidden Doors

What a pretty face did she had
Quite enough to make me mad
She looked at me and I preferred to hide
‘Cause I was a little weak on my side
The cap that she was wearing
             Was partially covering her eyes
But the visibility was just enough
             To make me reach the paradise

The red dress that she was in
             Turned me into a reddish freak
And that color was so profound
             That it even travelled to her cheeks
Her looks were so tempting
             As she is one in many crores
But sometimes I go around and think
             That I’m knocking on forbidden doors

But it wasn’t late
             When my friends came to know about it
They all started their orthodox teasers
             And made my dreams a shit

I’ll probably never meet her again
And my dream has turned into vain
I’ve to believe in this bitter fact
As I don’t have any chance to interact
But her memories will remain in my mind
And I don’t even have to go and find
I know she is not made for me
             Though she is one in many crores
I had understood this right begin
             Then why was I knocking on the forbidden doors?

Essence of smile

Smile has the power to heal a wound

As it has the effect so profound

It energizes your instincts

And the energy is distinct

It relieves your pain

And the happiness you gain

That happiness is beyond expectations

Can only be felt by imaginations

             That’s the essence of smile

Which people should understand

That is its own style

When it gives the helping hand

For the humans it is a gift

Preserve it friends and let it not drift

It emerges slowly but spreads too swift

And it helps the spirit to gain a lift

             So that’s the essence of smile

             When it spreads like an infection

             It has that unmatched beauty

             That results in its addiction

It not only gives the peace to others

It has the effect to be the soother

It makes you forget all the traumas

All the stories and all the dramas

             So, it’s the essence of smile

             And you need to cultivate it

             Not for others but for yourself

             You do need to maintain it

Second glance

I’m not crazy about her

I don’t even love her at all

But if she’ll continue like this

Then I’m sure she’ll break the formidable wall

             Looking once is ok

             But why do you increase the chance

             To directly have an eye contact

             When she gives the second glance

Don’t make me mad baby

And compel me not to stare

You are enough pretty to be resisted

Though I sometimes want to care

             When you keep looking at me like this

             It only induces the trance

             But why do you give that killer smile

             And that rarest second glance

Every move that she makes

Becomes a test to my heart

Every step that she takes

Makes me dream right through the start

             She has a style inborn

             And a very beautiful stance

             But the most attractive thing that she has

Is her simple second glance

The other way she feels

I was bound to believe

             That she’s blonde and beautiful

But she made a comment

             That my condition was pitiful

Her looks were different

             As she had those green eyes

I wanted to marry her

             But she said,

             That I need to be a little wise

             She is the one who wrecks my heart

             And she is the one who steals

             But I’m never able to make her understand

             For it is the other way she feels

The million dollar smile

             For which I was ready to die

But she used to laugh on my face

             Including all the passers by

I said to her

             That I’m crazy about you

But she proved to me

             That I had a loosened screw

             I said to her that you heal my wounds

             And she started looking at her heals

             ‘Cause I’m never able to make her understand

             For it is the other way she feels

That distinct glance of hers

             That as truly visible

Turned up into a stare

             And said that I was not feasible

I tried hard to convince

             That I loved her the most

And she got me to believe

             That I’ve a habit to boast

             I wanted to sit in front of her

             But she preferred to make me kneel

             And I’m never able to make her understand

             For it is the other way she feels

Angel in white

I was with my teammates

             The moment she strike in there

She seemed to me the most distinct

             With a super natural flair

Her every move was beyond expectations

‘Cause they brought her nearer to my sight

Her every step was par imagination

For she was an ‘Angel in white’

I was absolutely standstill

             Just by a mere glance of hers

Her white dress and black sandals

             Were perfect for a verse

She came and greeted me there

But I could hardly greet her right

Her looks were driving me crazy

For she was an ‘Angel in white’

The words became extinct

             But I had many things to say

What a superb moment that was

             On that very fortunate day

She was looking too pretty

And her smile too bright

But I couldn’t say anything to her

‘Cause my classmate was the ‘Angel in white’

On the other side of the road

A glimpse of her eyes through the speeding cars

Was like a flash from million stars

It was a jolt right within

I could not help to be carried in

It was a bolt from the clear blue sky

I stared at her just to give a try

             I wanted to talk to her

             I wanted to know her name

             But she was standing

                          On the other side of the road

             With an innocent unaware fame

I walked towards her

             With a distinct confidence

But without any brain

             And sans common sense

I looked straight into her eyes

             Neither left nor right

And I crashed on a biker

             To engage in a fight

             I had to win over him

             To maintain my remaining dignity

             For she was standing

                          On the other side of the road

             Creating a blissful serenity

I kicked that guy

             But he punched me out

With a swelled face and a black eye

             I left that bout

             I headed towards her covering my eyes

             Thinking about the excuses and all the lies

             Then came a guy and she sat on his bike

             It was her boy-friend that I didn’t at all like

In a flash she was gone

             And gone within no time

And I could just stand and cry

             That baby you’re mine

And all of a sudden

             A horn honked my ear

I ran to a side

             As my life was dear

            

             I waited out there

             As another girl came

             Again she was standing

                          On the other side of the road

             And I wanted to know her name…

Speed freaks, mind speaks

Just a flash and it’s gone

As a streak of star in the mist of dawn

             Catch it if you can

             It waits for nobody, but it stays for somebody

Yeah guys! It’s called the time

As its speed and strength perfectly rhyme

It teaches us the lesson

             To be the speed freaks

Though the tongue keeps silent

             Yet the faster mind speaks

Rush not move, with a brutal pace

Fly not walk, in this changing phase

Kill not hurt, is the ask for today

And jump not leap, as some great men say

Speed is the only thing that counts

Slow and steady hardly accounts

The enthu of the rewards

             Will steal off your tiredness

And you’ll work in accord

             Leaving aside the laziness

Speed is like an addiction

You work once, you work twice

And it spreads like an infection

A deer runs, faster than the fastest lion

             To stay alive

A lion runs, faster than the fastest dear

             To fill his hunger

So run my friends, as fast as you can

Speed is your motive and the hardcore plan

Welcome freshers!

Oh! Welcome freshers

             To this most recognized department

We have a place reserved for you

             Also in our heart apartment

Your presence brightens up the day

Your intellect has many things to say

Your energy burns up all the hay

And then we have a bill to pay

             Oh come on just kidding!

That was only a joke to say

We know

That your goals have a movement like a ray

You all succeed in your life

             That’s the only thing we pray

We remember

The day you first stepped

             In the Department of Business Administration

Big question mark on every guy’s face

             But with a distinct satisfaction

We never expected that you’ll create

             Such extensive reverberation

That the whole department will dance

             On the 16^th October for recreation

Your batch comprises of

             Such beautiful kudiyaan

Some are simple, a few are sober

             And most are burning fuljhariyaan

Just their presence creates the milieu

             For an exceptional euphoria

And the department also boasts of

             These rarest Goriyaan

We are sure you’ll rise

             To the paramount position

None of you will settle for hausfrau

             And continue the blind tradition

Take the world in your stride

             With the utmost precision

Break all barriers, remove all fences

             As well as the superstitions

Now considering something

             About the boy’s part

You are all quite contrary

             To your fairer counterpart

Beware! The girls are going to drive you crazy

             Your lackluster attitude

             Makes you all lazy

Anyhow, if are on the hit list

             Then you all turn to be evangelist

Our dear brethren can outflank any philanderer

             Yet you are called philanthropist

So now guys

             It’s time to get into the grove

As we have some lip-smacking supper

             And a foxtrot to prove

So go and get your part or pie

Otherwise you’ll lag behind mere bhai

The floor is ready for your jhatkaa

And we can’t help if somebody atkaa

We’ll have some toothsome vegetarian

That you’ll remember till septuagenarian

But mind it out the samose me mircha

That has proved us a lot of kharcha

We all had some exciting times together

The memories of which are imprinted forever

We hope that you didn’t mind

             All through the introduction

As we just wanted to prove

             Our deep love and affection

But in case if you felt otherwise

Then we are sorry and heartily apologize

We just wanted to build

             A healthy atmosphere

Which has the camaraderie

             All in a social sphere

We expect from you to sync all around

             And raise the coveted banner

We expect you to win all through

             In a competitive manner

Our wishes are always with you

             In every step of your life

And you’ll find us beside you

             In each and every strife

But don’t expect us to help you

             In that part of your life

Which includes the fights and quarrels

             Between the husband and wife

But we promise that we won’t be ajnabee

             ‘Cause our dil really chahta hai

So enjoy that day as much as you can

             As ye din roz nahi aata hai

The Impossible Gandhi

Oh what to say

             About those pragmatic principles

Real hard and rigid

             So need some extensive shuffles

Among the biggest principles of Gandhi

             Was the one of Ahimsa

But this Gandhi only believes in

             Mar kaat and hinsa

He has a humpty head and a dumpty body

             With a big thick eyebrow

Don’t ever challenge him

             Otherwise he’ll say ungli neeche karo

You stay miles away from him

             Only then you’ll remain happy

Otherwise he’ll stand on your head

             ‘Cause his ruh didn’t kaapi

He doesn’t has the courtesy

             Even while talking to ladkiyaan

And if he continues this type of attitude

             Then I’m sure he’s going to land into kadkiyaan

You think him to be very ethical

             He is exactly like a bubble

Looks good from outside, but the moment he bursts

             He is no more than rubble

You prick a pin into his belly

             And he’ll burst like a balloon

With a big bang and a top shot

             He slowly comes out of the cocoon

You call him a Gandhi

             That’s a dubious distinction

I’m not even able to find words for him

             ‘Cause words are also on the verge of extinction

He thinks himself to be the greatest of all

             And wants everybody to flash him a salaam

But I seriously predict his future today

             He’s going to land nowhere

             Except being a joru ka gulaam

Shahar ki ladkiyaan

She walks down the street

             And makes the traffic halt

She is the pretty woman

             A combi of spicy sweety salt

She’ll drive you crazy

             But you better drive araam se

‘Cause these are the shahar ki ladkiyaan

             Otherwise you gaye kaam se

Not only this

             They all have such pretty ankhiyaans

You try to convince one

             And they all land up with sakhiyaans

I try to work it out somehow

             But they all look the same

With a blue jeans and a red top

             They all seem to be English babu’s desi mem

The more you try to maintain the duriyaan

             They follow you like parchaiyyan

Now only God help us

             As they create the biggest pareshaniyaan

Into the frenzy traffic

             They cash their way

And when they crash onto some guy’s bike

             That poor chap has a bill to pay

You dare not argue with any of them

             ‘Cause the public is on their side

They give just a formal sorry

             And a smile too wide

To accompany them in a café

             Is one of the biggest bawaal

‘Cause when you come back home

             You need to answer many sawaal

So at last there’s a word of caution

             To all of you

Stay away from these pretty damsels

             If you really can do

They prove to be more kadak

             Than any winter kadkiyaan

Because they are called the all famous

             Shahar ki ladkiyaan

The big tree in the courtyard

Forgive me, oh please forgive me

             That vulnerable child cried

As the big tree had trapped it down

             And hold it tightly tied

The heartbeat starts sinking

             And the limbs become numb

With even a slight glance of that tree

             When screams become dumb

When the wind slowly blows

             Through its innumerable branches

The hissing sound that it creates

             Tells your probable chances

You stand right in front of it

             And look into its dense branches

You see a face of a ghost

             Giving you hungry glances

You step and crush the dead dried leaves

             When you move one step back

And you find that your feet is glued

             Onto that hostile track

The rotten bones that you see underneath it

             Cries and tells the whole story

Drops of blood trickling down from it

             Increasing the existing fury

Then the ghost comes down from the tree

             With just the hands and the head

Its eyes and teeth terrifies your instincts

             And the claws are wet and red

It’s hungry to feed on your flesh

             It’s thirsty to drink your blood

The jaws and claws are waiting out there

             Like a sharp edge stud

You scratch your voice out of your throat

             But it’s somewhere lost

             In the density of the tree

You apply all your damn energy

             But there’s nobody

             Who can set you free

The roots fall down of the branches

             And rolls all through your waist

The picks and thorns enter your veins

             And enjoys that hot blood taste

You know that you’re finished

             And ultimately you give it up

The branches have got their orders

             To finally take you up

So, there stands the tree

             And that ghost under its guard

Now every mortal is warned about

             The big tree in the courtyard

The sixth sense for winning

It lightens up the soul

             To play a distinct role

To brighten up the day

             And as the great men say

The sense of winning comes from within

             Nor searches neither researches

             They peek-a-boo from the edge of the heart

             To realize right from the start

That there stands the winner, right on the top

Consistently rising without a stop

It says that you are the winner

             Even before you take the test

And the energy that it possesses

             Makes you go for the best

The enthu that it creates

             From the eyes it radiates

The heart beat tells the tale

             You even need not go and look out for it

             You need not call or even remember it

             You need not do anything for it

It assures to set its own sail

But it isn’t that easy

             To experience it

It comes to the deserving soul

             And stays with the fit

You toil your sweat and run all wet

You feel you’re right and still you can’t get

Because it only comes to the lucky few

Whose heart is as pure as the morning dew

Who have done the labour

             And were honest with it

Who have a sense of confidence

             With an attitude that ‘I’ve done it’

Just the presence of it

             Is the essence for the life time

‘Cause it’s rarest of the experiences

             Working out on a thin fine line

Those joyous moments with the wine

When the spirit is on cloud nine

Shakes and trembles filling the floor

Making the feeling Divine

The glowing eyes show the path

             For the assurance of the aftermath

When the instincts are at their best

             To give you an edge over the rest

Then it arrives as the rarest sixth sense

Breaking all barriers, even the big high fence

It touches you with its trembling hands

             Your soul lightens up

             Your spirit brightens up

And you sense as the winner you’ll stand