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A drop of tear

A drop of tear,

Can sprout millions of lives,

Home a number of species,

Flora and fauna,

And serve as their guardian.

Don’t believe me, eh?

Go to a beach,

Gaze at the infinite blue,

For all I know, the oceans,

Are nothing but a big drop of tear,

Shed from the eye of the god,

For his beloved!


I like the unkempt you

I like you the best when you are just up in the morning,

Without a hint of makeup, the raw you

Disheveled hair covers your face,

A mesh more complicated than the toughest maze

I wonder how you disentangle them with your fingers,

To pull them back down your shoulders.

Your hands gently rub those half-awake brown eyes,

Give them a glittery shine,

Like a jeweler rubs his gems to polish them fine.

The crimson of your cheeks,

Reflects a glow of unparalleled bright,

A view more serene, more beautiful than twilight.

The little redness of your nose,

Intoxicates me, from head to toes,

Makes me want to give you, a rose.

Your wrinkled t-shirt and pyjama,

Has a seductive appeal, an irresistible aroma,

Even a cocktail dress wouldn’t carry such a charisma.


I like the unkempt you,

The natural you,

And when your soft pink lips call out my name,

I love you!

An appeal from the Ganges (to the people of Varanasi)

In my far and wide reach, in distance and time,

I’ve grown wiser studying large chunks of history pages,

Witnessed rise and fall of civilizations through stages,

A few words of wisdom for you from my journey through the ages.


You live in a city older than history,

Older than tradition,

A test lies ahead. Use your intuition,

Take an informed decision.


For this election, all sorts of people will come to you,

Practicers of political nepotism,

Agents of crony capitalism,

Bigots of religious fundamentalism.


They’ll try various notions to connect to you,

Sari for the ladies, liquor for men,

Paid advertisements, rating Modi ten on ten

Using money they alter the views of a truthful and just pen.


There will be others,

They won’t brag about their might,

Against corruption is their mission to fight,

Their vision is to realize Swaraj as a right


Unlike the conventional parties,

They’ll talk about empowering you,

Know them. Discuss. Tell them about your view,

For various perspectives only can take this country through


This clash of titans is not about personalities,

The future of your country is at stake,

Your choice has the potential to repair it or to break,

Mai or AAP; which side will you take?


I get annoyed to see citizens willing to sell their country,

It pains to see people succumb to the power of note,

This time, ask your conscience before you cast your vote,

Mai or AAP? Give this country a game changing result to quote.


Day by day, I get older and near my death,

In the burden of your sins, your filth, your shit, your pee,

I’m doomed. Atleast hear your mother river’s one last plea,

Don’t let your motherland suffer the same fate as me.




An amalgam of beauty, grace and elegance

Clad in white kurti and peacock blue Patiala

The whole bookstore got mystified by her presence

This dainty damsel radiated such a pious aura


A little unkempt hair told she was a whimsical lass

Kohl rimmed brown eyes gave an alluring appeal

Black full rim spectacles made her look an Uber-cool ass

Eloquent lips conveyed an abundance of zeal


Two bright Chandeliers dangled from her ears

A Swan pendant enhanced the beauty of her chest

The dazzle of titan raga sparkled on left hand of hers

While her right shimmered with a silver bracelet


She smiled as our eyes met for split second

I lowered mine instantly and looked at her feet

The butterfly flats appeared simple and elegant

Watching this lovely lady had been a delightful treat


I walked towards her while gazing at the literary fiction section

She was confused with Rushdie in one hand and Kafka in other

I offered help to choose a single book for her collection

Our conversation then went on from one domain to another


I was smitten at her depth of knowledge and understanding

She was vocal on almost all topics and had a very fine diction

We kept on talking from Howard Roark to King’s landing

I thoroughly enjoyed the company of this scholar of great distinction


Our talk got disrupted by a call from her parents

She promised to meet again and hurriedly left in the crowd

If only she would have been there for a few more moments

I would have recited this poem to her out loud.

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