I CAN DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN

As I walk on this dusty path this evening, I look at the sky

I search these constellations, I search for my lucky star

Wind blows my music away, and my lyrics are lost in time

Still have enough pain in my veins, to get my music back

Let me play your favorite song, Give me my Guitar

There is something I can do, I can still sing for you

As I stop myself to rest on the same pavement again, I look at the grass

I search these lonely roads, I search for my sweat I shed here

Rain washes my tears away, and my lucky shirt is drenched again

Still have enough pain in my veins, to get my share of tears back

Let me cry once again, Give me my rain again

There is something I can do, I can still dance in the rain for you

As I play myself to get tired down on the playground, I look at the goal

I search for my spectators, and my mind is lost in cheers I lost all this while

Crowd that I lost takes my breath away, I search for my crowd again

Still have enough pain in my veins, to get back my cheerleaders

Let me play on my hometown, Give me my golden boots

There is something I can do, I can still hit a goal for you

As I watch these four wheeled morons, I look at my broken rusty two wheeled

I search for my gear box, and my mind is lost in the sound of my engine

Gas in my tank burns my two wheeled away, and my limb is stuck in it

Still have enough pain in my veins, to shift my sixth gear roady

Let me take you for a long ride, Give me my broken bike

There is something I can do, I can still ride a hundred mile for you

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IHM JAIPUR - KNOWN STRANGERS

Every day I prepare myself to wake up in my hostel room

It’s always a late affair for me and I hardly get time to groom

With a crushed shirt and salty pants

I put up lot of cologne and leave for college

I am scared with the idea of greeting that known stranger

The one whom I always cross by at college porch

Yesterday I greeted him “Hi”

And today I ignored him and thought he’d do the same

Today He greeted me “Hi”

But tomorrow he will do the same and would think I’d do the same

Sheer ignorance?

That stranger is my Junior

That stranger is my batch mate

That stranger is my Senior

That stranger is even my room mate

That stranger is always standing at the college gate.

He helped me once in my practicals

As I did when he was in vein

He is my best buddy

I am one of his best ones

He is always there with a helping hand

As I offer mine too often

But still a stranger?

We share lunch on the same table in cafeteria

He’d probably get me a bread from the serving counter

I’d probably share my spoon when I finish my lunch

We’d even share a talk or two

But still a stranger?

And when sun is to be seen from the window on the west

All the thoughts are down on ground to rest.

That stranger known to me would stand at the college porch again

to see if i have passed that college gate.

He would stand until i pass by

He would not say the closing notes of the day

Neither I would.

Nothing hence uttered as he expect me not to

Nor I would utter as I would expect him to too.

As I am scared and try saving myself to say “Hi”




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GETTING OLD EVERYDAY

How do I elucidate

the yonder feeling of getting old everyday

As I see wrinkles on my beloved’s face

walking down the 60’s bay

She used to walk upright

but it seems she has an aching back today

Her teeth were shining pearls of sea

but now, her pearls are on display

As I see her still hiding in my wallet,

her face so bright and clear

She was indeed the beauty at her best

and she was indeed a fairy dear

Just twenty years back, we had our twentieth anniversary

and yesteryears passed like blowing wind

I still remember when she asked me to play guitar

and was mesmerized when I used to sing.

Her footsteps were ponderous at twenty two

as she added a new member to the family

She was still clumsy though

fighting to cook three meals for me.

She was scared at the idea of getting married

as it was a runaway affair for us

But it was the only way

to have the least of the fuss.

I have seen her compete

the annual chores in college extempore

She was the running fire

but now she doesn’t compete anymore

How could I explain her rickety walk now

and her idea of counting stars

How do I bring back her beauty

How do I stitch her scars

How do I elucidate

the yonder feeling of getting old everyday

As I see wrinkles on my beloved’s face

walking down the 60’s bay

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I SAW THE GOLDEN COIN

I was sad and lonely that day

tiresome and had nothing to do

My thoughts were tumbling down the row

and my persona was rebelling too

I walked the daily step down path

Tapped the single step I raised

I praised, “Oh lord help me now”

“Oh help me now”,  to god I praised

I stared at the blue less sky

I searched around for green less sods

I cursed the red less sun

At last missed home, it was time to return 

I had both my hands

Searching my pants for a single bug

All I wore was three fourth fine

But one fourth was the piece of rug

As I bent my neck with throe

And agony of having no one to join

Something twinkled into my eyes

And what I saw was a golden coin

My heart filled with thousand dreams

and salt rolled over my cheeks

what a success worth a day

As in marsh rain through clouds, sun peeps

My heart throbbed and throbbed

and millions of promises were made

With a deep breath in my chest

I picked up the coin and raised

The coin stays still on my palm

And I am dazed and don’t know what to do with

Shall I keep it as a mark?

Or decide my fate by tossing it

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POUR ANOTHER 30 ML

Its been time since, I sat with my gang

Its been time since, the last song was sung

Its been time since, I really got drunk

My peg doesn't stays with me too long

Dear friend, leave it

Pour another 30 ml in my goblet again

Its been time since, I went for a stroll

Its been time since, the last rock and roll

Its been time since, I got really dazed off

My peg falls down every now and then

Dear friend, leave it

Pour another 30 ml in my goblet again

Its been time since, the diana danced for me

Its been time since, I created a real fuss

Its been time time since, I could really put my brain

My peg has gone mad

Dear friend, leave it

Pour another 30 ml in my goblet again

Its time now I leave for home

Its time when diana really loses her temper

Its time when I close by all my talks

And as you can see the bottle is gone

Dear friend, leave it

Will you be back tomorrow?

to pour another 30 ml in  my goblet again

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LIFE IS A BOB

It takes you through the winds

It escalate you through wavy fog

It shows you everything in a lifetime

Life is a bob

The moment, you feel you did it

The next, you realize its over

It leaves agony on head top

It’s life, and life is a bob

No time for others

No time to mourn or sob

Isolation from deep emotions

and no time to stop

All men vie for victory

and vigil for introspection

Keep on pushing the limits

and strive for perfection

But in the journey we see

Again we reach the zero mark

The bob is protean

And we fight until it’s dark

So, what we gain in the end

it’s not important where we started

but it’s important what we did

from the beginning till end

MAJIC OF YOUR EYES

What do I say about the magic of your eyes

I have no words to explain 

Whoever stares inside

Just get drowned in them 

No matter how hard I try

I am unable to utter a word

But your eyes are so clever

They narrate stories of the whole world

What message have you passed with your glittering eyes

is difficult for me to grab

I am spellbound on you

Please don’t take me out of this trap

For a fraction of time I felt

That they said, “You are mine”

and with those very words my love 

My soul met the rhythm divine

For those moments I felt you in my arms

And, as moments breezed I felt your soft hand

and the other fraction when I opened my eyes

My hands were full of sand

Now the sand drips slowly from my closed fist

and whenever I close my eyes, You stare at me

You try to tell me your story

But sorry dear now I have one of my own story

So please, my love I love you though

With tears filling my heart, I plea 

Your eyes are still beautiful and blue like a sea

If you could do least for me, let me sleep and stop staring at me

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FIRST YEAR

They all were staring at me

As I walked in college premise

They lured like a tommy cat

And I was looking like a scared mice

The first few hours passed in 205

As I met “Kukoo” and “Sabby”

They boasted like real men

And got caught in the play at porch 

As we made a line and “Mr. Five” in vein

He took the show and was a stunner

We were half way down on pants 

And he was such a bad runner

(What a shame, Kukoo was hanging on Rana’s leg)

They all were staring at morons in the porch

And gushed the beer on every stout

The noise at the hostel door

Screamed every moron aloud

Run run run, Mishra is here

The party was over as all of us

were back in our citadel

Anger on the head all over

In 205 we cried, “what the hell !!”

And hence the first night we were asked

to shave our heads like army men

Was it the army we joined ?

Or the three year’s Hotel Management

As I opened my wardrobe

They stared at my cookie collection

Their mouth watered, they made a lie commitment

Obviously with perfection

(Morons are with me)

I am still looking for my cookies

And they are lost in time

Waiting for their commitment to ripe

And get the “Cookie” share of mine

The same night was the one

When we were called for the lounge meeting

And so forth whole year complains surpassed

That meeting was called every now and then

And next year when morons turned beer squashers

Few new morons were at the porch again

With pants half down

and head shaved like army men, really insane

And as they counted 1,2,3,4 and Five

All still tittered as the loudness was to gain

Squashers exclaimed very momentarily

As Same morons were born again

TAKE ME HOME

Years passed ever since I left my cosy couch

I wonder on these dusty paths

Nobody is keen enough to hear me

It’s time

Please take me home with you

I saw people running behind ferraris

I saw them muddle for penny

Nobody is keen enough to care for me

It’s time

Please take me home with you

I left my tidy porch in vein

And found myself in marsh today

My shadows kept following me all this while, I know

And trail of my steps is disappearing too

It’s time

Please take me home with you

I sat on milestones after every hour

And when I realized I left last milestone half a mile back

I felt cold and scared, very true

It’s time

Please take me home with you

I miss cosy pillow of your arms

And you know you make me feel warm

Grab me once more, hold me in close so

It’s time

Please take me home with you

The reason there is no regret as I left u, dear home

I knew you will wait for me at the same place

Now you know you are my home, my love

It’s time 

Please take me home with you

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BROKEN HEART BREAKS AGAIN

No matter, How many times do I put it on stake

No Matter, How many times do I fake

No matter if I lose myself all over

I am still falling in love with you, call me insane

Still afraid if,

Broken heart breaks again

Tides of time passed by

And I see time flying like feather

Life seems like a cake

Blood gushes out as knife pierce the last vein

Still afraid if,

Broken heart breaks again

Not afraid of ambush of life

Nor even worried about last penny in my rug

I swear on you my love

It’s hard to take this pain

Still afraid if,

Broken heart breaks again

Hence I lay my soul on you

Take care or let it rot

I lost myself years back on you

and there is nothing for me left to gain

Still afraid if,

Broken heart breaks again

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ONE OF MY OWN

This pain, as I stand on the pavement of lonely road,

Is one of my own

This rain, as I stare at the clouds of autumn end,

Is one of my own

This crowd, as I watch them talk and chirp about me,

Is one of my own

This merry song, of the wind as it blows against my face,

Is one of my own

This sunrise, I die to watch as I lay numb,

tries to peep in my room to wake me up,

Is one of my own

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