They Are Laughing In A Group.

They are laughing in a group.

Like mad men,

On the streets.

They are eating,

Burgers and French fries,

Yet their laughter is uncontrollable.

They are laughing in a group,

For nothing is impossible at this time,

For them.

Hope, I could laugh as openly as them,

For it is a privilege to laugh,

And that too in a group.



The Big God.

The big God,

Shook my hands.

He said-“Hi, my friend, how are you?”

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Here the Lord Of the Universe,

Was calling me his friend!

He again said-“How are you my friend?”

I replied-“I am very fine sir.”

He said-“In all the universes, I am no sir. It is love from all beings which keeps me going, otherwise it is hard to sustain.”

“But sir, aren’t you the mightiest of all?”

“Oh, no. That is my father.”

“I am simply known as the Big God.”

“Well, how do you do sir?”

“I am doing just fine.”

“Aren’t we all?”

“No, we all aren’t”

“That’s how it is.”

“That’s very true sir, that’s how it is.”



The Rose Didn’t Tell Me That It Wanted My Shirt’s Button Hole.

The rose which Ma had bought for me,

Was big and round.

Yet, I kept it in the front pocket of my shirt.

But the rose would fall out of my pocket and a small thorn of its stem,

Would get lodged near the button hole of my shirt.

Not once, not twice, not even thrice.

It happened four times.

I told Ma-“Ma the rose is constantly falling out of my pocket and getting lodged near the button hole of my shirt.”

Ma-“Maybe it wants the button hole of your shirt”.

I removed the thorn and lodged the rose in the button hole of my shirt.

Though big and round,

The rose looked really sweet.

I kept there for a few minutes,

And then laid it in front of my maternal grandmother’s photo.

The rose indeed wanted the button hole of my shirt.



The Main Say-“Yes Sir”.

The main say would be,

“ Yes Sir”.

“No Sir”.

“Why Sir?”

“How Sir?”

A lots of sir and sir.

But “Sir” himself would be unaware of anything,

And when asked by his boss,he too would say-

“Yes sir.”

“Please sir”.

“As you please sir.”



A Truant Singer.

A truant singer,

Would flip his songs.

Promising the audience,

Never he let himself be seen.

A truant singer,

Made all possibilities,

Of distaste, passion and wins,

He let the wind flow,

And brought the faith in mass go against him.

He stood for himself,

And changed his thoughts.

He became a different man,

And won everyone’s heart.

He wasn’t truant anymore,

But a true and honest singer,

Whose songs reached the zenith,

Where it should have gone before.

The songs he sings are beautiful,

Let him play the music,

And let us listen to him,

For the world is his stage,

As he didn’t go asunder.