On its Own
Title - On its Own Integrity, morals, ethics, character-
these are the mind’s stern judges.
And then there is my heart,
which does not judge
what should be done. Read more from here...
Lakkad Baggha
Title - Lakkad Baggha I don’t see it as injustice.
When I’m with a call girl,
she gets a person-
a heart full of love.
Incapable of finding a girlfriend in this world- Read more from here...
We were Stupid
Title - We were Stupid Such nice people,
beautiful society-
simply wonderful.
Give cash, take ass.
Respect little coins, Read more from here...
Chutiyapa
Title - Chutiyapa Two realities can coexist:
one in my mind,
one outside.
But the one I attend to-
the one I choose to perceive- Read more from here...
Mad Scientist
Title - Mad Scientist Like a mad scientist,
he is drowned-
lost in his own work.
He doesn’t care what happens in the world,
not even in the worlds Read more from here...
The Caged Bird Sings – Ronie Dinosaur Philosophy
Title - The Caged Bird Sings Action precedes thought
in the hour of true necessity.
Self-knowledge arrives in me
not as collected wisdom,
but as raw encounter- Read more from here...
Fifteen
Title - Fifteen When I was fifteen,
a girl broke my heart-
on the very same day
she humiliated me for it.
I fell in love that morning, Read more from here...
Four Falls, Four Walks
Title - Four Falls, Four Walks
Just like a seventy year old man at the end of his days-
quiet, worn out, defeated, yet still willing to live-
there is something left in him.
Perhaps he wants a second chance,
but he no longer has the energy for it. Read more from here...
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night (First-Order Truth)
Title - Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night (First-Order Truth) Rage, rage against the dying of the light-
but know the fuel is finite, measured tight.
No station waits beyond the black expanse,
no hidden grace, no last-minute advance.
The tanks read low; the numbers do not lie. Read more from here...
A Round Red Ball
Title - A Round Red Ball In Delhi city, Karol Bagh’s bustling roar,
back in eighty-eight, before I knew the score,
I was four-a tiny explorer, wide-eyed and small-
when a bright red ball caught my heart in its thrall.
It sparkled there on the shopkeeper’s shelf, Read more from here...