POOR LITTLE

same mountains again n again?
so he chose to draw them upside down;
colored them purple not brown;
teacher scolded,sticks molded;
accepted the 'zero' with a smile;
his river was bigger then the Nile;
poor little he in shorts;
got beaten up;

every one had a bicycle;
so he broke one of his neighbours;
bad?wrong?fault?no,that wasnt his thing;
it was just the oppurtunity which was tempting;
they complained to mummy;
he made a smiley on his tummy;
but the smiley had no tears;
they were somwhere else;
poor little he in shorts;
got beaten up;

eating noodles,enjoying the intake;
no,why?playing with them,they all looked snakes;
can snakes fly;
he gave it a try;
the bowl went high;
snakes lay dead down;
on tv came a smiling clown;
poor little he in shorts;
got beaten up;

they taught him geometry;
he never came out of circles;
no horizontal,no verticals,
his balloons were brown,mountains were purple;
world refused to accept him;
though he was alone there;
they did their job,entitled him retard;
got no reward,
he looked up in sky;
a cloud was smiling;
and it rained;
poor little he in shorts;
got beaten up;

Good Bye

Here I go, I go to the beginning,
Where it all ends,
As a bride to a beautiful husband,
I go to be forever with my lord,
I know I was naïve when born
And I lack the wisdom to die,
But it isn’t the reason for you to cry,
For I learnt how to live,
I will learn my goodbye.

Celebrations

Ain’t no wind blowing
ain’t no breeze;
as I walk with a broken leg,
with difficult ease…

Life seemed absent on a cold dark road,
no mouse for no cat to catch,
no shadow for no dog to bark,
no smell for no body to loathe,
life seemed absent on a cold dark road.

So for nothingness I did nothing for a while,
and then broke into a wine shop,
deserving pat for my guile.
My shivers cooled the warmth inside,
as whistle blowers warned me to either run or hide.

Picking one random bottle I chose to run single legedly ,
surviving the tremor and pain allegedly,
I ran past the store, ran past the slum,
and prayed to Jesus this bottle be brandy or better be rum,

I stopped near a community dustbin,
Checking the fog coming out but not going in,
Tired I sat on the ground,
Getting my breath back I saw life around,
3 men and a dog blankly gazed me with flair,
Though no one spoke nothing, it was a friendly affair,
Nursing my leg which by now had swollen,
I settled down and I took out the bottle I had stolen,
Bottle made me giggle and I laughed blandly,
As it was neither rum nor brandy.

For no reason, men and the dog joined me in the laughter,
For no reason it started pouring down thereafter,
Five friends enjoyed the occasion,
Five friends began celebrations,
They celebrated for no reasons,
Or perhaps the reason that there was no reason,
Five friends, despite the rain,
Were happy to rotate among themselves,
A bottle of stolen champagne.

Adulterated

Jack and jill,
went up the hill,
to fetch a pail of weed,
jack fell down,
and broke his crown,
jill with no weed,
wasn’t a friend indeed,

so, jill in need,
of some weed,
went to his friend jhony,
whose father was ronny,
so father ronny asked son jhony,
hey jhony,jhony,jhony,
yes papa,
smoking again?
no papa
open your mouth,
jhonny looked at jill.
and they both ran saying
hahaha hahahah hahaha hahaha

They had friend named humpty dumpty,
who sat on a wall,
they asked him to pass the ball,
but he had a great fall,
three scored men, scored a bit more,
but couldn’t put humpty as he was before,


so they went to a baba,
and asked him,
baba black sheep,
baba black sheep,
are you carrying any?
yes son yes son
three bags not many,
one for my master,
one for my dame,
one for the little boy,
who fell from mountain..
one from the hill is our friend jack,
he has sent us to pick the pack,
so baba gave them four,
and they scored more,
they laughed and sang like a clown
London Bridge is falling down,
falling down, falling down..
London bridge is falling down..

THE BOAT

A boat sails quietly, moving into glory,
glory makes us beautiful,
beautiful is the violin,
violin makes me cry,
crying is a child, one who is hungry,
hungry is the river in which there is a boat,
a boat sails quietly, moving into glory..

a bell sounds a prayer,
a prayer is pure,
pure are the friends,
friends are in the pictures,
pictures are from dreams,
dreams are captivating,
captivating is the sound,
the sound comes from the boat,
the boat sails quietly, moving into glory..

papa gifts a car,
car honks a scooter,
a scooter is paddled,
paddles get broken,
broken is an old chair,
chair comes from wood,
wood makes a boat,
a boat sails quietly, moving into glory..

a baby drinks milk,
milk from her mother,
mother is the daddy of all,
all are innocent,
innocent is the smile,
smile is from memory,
memory makes us travel,
travelers are on a boat,
a boat sails quietly, moving into glory..

ace is not always the ace,
ace is sometimes a joker,
a joker plays a guitar,
guitar sings a song,
song sings the notes,
notes are the guide,
guide is a sailor,
sailor was sindabad,
sindabad the sailor,
sailor sails the boat,
boat makes us travel,
travel through the woods,
wood gives a boat,
boat makes a sound,
sound is captivating,
captivating is the picture,
picture is of a boat,
boat is in the river,
river shoulders the weight,
the weight of a boat,
a boat sails quietly, moving in to glory...

The Earthen Pot

My earthen pot is empty, please don’t kick it,
Don’t be angry, let it make the noises and all,
He is hungry; also don’t try to feed it with your stuff,
I will myself bring water to my thing,
Please don’t put your drink in it,
My earthen pot is empty, please don’t kick it.

I don’t have a place to keep it,
It will roll down like this on the road somewhere,
For it is the only way to grow,
It will learn, let it go,
I know it’s a little ugly, a little deshaped,
But that doesn’t mean you have to hate it,
My earthen pot is empty, please don’t kick it.

It was so innocent before, don’t know what has struck him,
Now doesn’t take in any drink pure,
Well who is the culprit?
Me who couldn’t take proper care
Or you who always fed my pot with bad air,
Go away you, and smoke else somewhere,
Addiction is getting to it,
My earthen pot is empty…well let it be.

Oh no, oh no, see what you just did,
Once only I thought of not mentioning it, and you kicked it,
Can’t believe you have broken it into pieces,
Ok deshaped, but it was my earthen pot,
Please pick the pieces carefully, it might hurt him,
Its no longer empty, it’s no longer thirsty,
It’s no longer hungry, it’s no longer, it’s no longer…
I can’t believe he is gone now, I am left all alone,
My pot, my earthen pot is gone,
Don’t stop me, let me cry, let me scream,
I am sorry my pot,I couldn’t feed you,
I am sorry my son,I had to kick you.

I AM A STONE PELTER

Call me whatever, whatever makes you feel cooler or smarter,
I am a stone pelter in Kashmir, an heir of the martyr………..


Welcome to my world, you call it your paradise we call it Kashmir instead,
Welcome to my world, what you see is pink, I see is all red,
What you see is a drop of dew, I see that of a tear,
What you see is silence of peace, I see is fear,
So if stone pelting is ‘attack’ in your sense,
Actually is an art of defense.

Call me whatever, whatever makes you feel cooler or smarter,
I am a stone pelter in Kashmir, an heir of the martyr...

Come visit my land, enjoy its snow, enjoy its mist,
Don’t fear from me, I am from Kashmir but not a terrorist,
I see my pictures being published, my act being taped,
But I also see my sons being killed, my sisters being raped,
Where do I go, whom do I doubt,
For peace in valley, oh man, how loud do I have to shout.

Call me whatever, whatever makes you feel cooler or smarter,
I am a stone pelter in Kashmir, an heir of the martyr...........

Whose building have I bombed, whose fields have I flooded.
But my buildings are bombed and my lands are blooded,
What do u think I throw stones at, with whom do I share this occupation,
No it is not the police nor it is the army, its INDIA the so called nation,
And what more, my act is not one sided, we perform the imbalanced duets,
I throw stones at them and they hit me with bullets...
Today I had no work, so thought of writing this to you,
No it is not just a message, it is a stone fired at you...

Call me whatever, whatever..........