If I Could Have you Forever...

If I could put you in a locket, I would.

Carry you around my neck

Show you the world as I see it,

Protect you from all wear & tear, I would.

If only I could.

If I could bring you to work with me,

Keep you nearby

Like a pen in my pocket.

Whip you out, only for the most precious tasks, I would.

If only I could.

If I could etch you on my ring

Like engravings on a wedding band.

Never take it off, and keep you safe

From the eyes of others,

Like a secret, I would.

If only I could.

Or maybe like a Kangaroo,

I could Hide you in my pouch.

Look out over you

And save you from all danger.

You know that I would right?

If only I could.

But all that I can do

Is cherish you like a childhood memory.

Sometimes hazy, sometimes sharp,

But always there in my heart.

If only though I could have you forever,

I would. I so would.

The First Damn Kiss

He called up,

Butterflies went astray

In my tummy.

It was Christmas in May.

I'd been building the courage

To tell him 'I love you',

And hug him so tight

I would never have to let him go.

But he seemed so lost

In his thoughts,

It scared me to think

He was into some other blonde.

So I sat there in my pretty pink maxi

And gave him a smile,

my nude lips spread wide.

While my heart lurched in my body.

We talked, we ate,

We drank and then he paid.

He said, "let me drop you."

And I said, "I rather walk."

He said, "let me come with you

I want to have some serious talk."

We crossed a lane and

Took a turn.

My house was built

In the greener part

Of the city and it was rather quiet.

And then it happened & took me by surprise.

He took my hands into his

(That he never ever did),

And came so close it caught my breath.

He said I have to do one thing...

He then kissed me smack on the lips.

I wish I knew how to respond,

Coz I just gave him a jerk at first

And then as he eased into me,

My mouth just opened,

Gave way to his tease.

Slowly my fingers crawled upto his face,

And explored each bit again & again.

"This was happening, wasn't it?

He was gonna propose to me?

Shoot it's too early

This is just my first kiss."

A mile a minute, my bran sprinted

As he devoured my plump lower lip.

I wish I could tell him how strongly I felt.

But at that very moment

My knees were a wreck.

He let me go finally.

It felt like a decade

Had passed in the meantime,

As we stood in a tight embrace.

That's when I realised

This is all I ever wanted.

To be in his arms for a lifetime;

Forever.

I could tell you more

But suffice it to say,

It's been 10 years

And he's still kissing

As if for the very first time.

A Game Called Love

Pushed and shoved to the sideline

Till they want us.

Hushed & forgotten in a corner

till they need us.

Used, abused, refused, rebuked.

Dissed, dismissed, discharged, banished.

We are not people,

We are pawns.

And they know how to play us.

Groomed and pruned and polished

For their comfort.

Trained and entertained

By our ruthless butchers.

Scrapped, snipped, slashed, sheared.

Chopped, sliced, diced and minced.

We are not people,

We are lambs.

And they know their choicest cut.

Like a jailbird, guilty of loving too much,

We're bound in the shackles of its complexities.

Caught in the incantation of our wizards,

We yield to the pleonexia of these mercenaries.

We splurge; we indulge,

We spoil them with our zeal.

Our passion mistaken for sightlessness,

We're played like marionettes, on string.

And yet do you hear a single squeal?

A word of complaint, whining,

Or even a cavil?

We let them use us for their behoof

For we're clapped in the fetters,

In a game called love.

Insaaf ki Maang

This is my first political poem, commenting on Delhi police's attitude towards protestors at India Gate and common people in general. It talks about a corrupt government and rotten governance, not just in Delhi but all over India.

वाह री पुलिस वाह!

हर चोर का तुमसे नाता है,

डकैतों के यहाँ आना जाना है।

यारी गहरी है गुंडों से,

पर बस जनता पे चलाना है।

लोगों का पैसा खाया तुमने,

पसीना हमारा बहाया तुमने,

रक्षक नहीं तुम भक्षक हो,

सियासत के संरक्षक हो।

वाह री सरकार वाह!

महराजा सी शान तुम्हारी, 

प्रजा की न कोई ज़िम्मेदारी,

रावन जैसा रूप अनोखा,

जितने चेहरे उतना धोका।

हर मुद्दे पर झूठे वादे,

देश-सुधार के नकली दावे,

पांच साल तक खून चूसके,

वोट मांगने घर आ जाते।

जीत के बाद कहाँ गुम जाते?

क़ानून का मज़ाक बनाके,

जनता के भाव से खेल-खेलाके, 

रात में कैसे तुम सो पाते?

जनता के ही पैसे ले कर,

जनता के रखवालों को

रद्दी-मोल खरीद लिया है।

जिस जनता ने तुम्हे बनाया 

उसका दम ही घोट दिया है।

खाकी वर्दी पहन ने वालों

खाक तुम बन जाओगे,

इस भड़कती आग को

अब अगर बुझाओगे।

क्रांति की एक लहर उठी है 

भारत के गलियारों से।

सच्चाई की मांग सुनी है 

लोगों के हुंकारों में।

जो अपना है वापस लेंगे 

आज ये हमने ठाना है।

इन्साफ के अब जो आड़े आया 

उसको सबक सिखाना है।

आवाज़ न नीची होने देंगे 

भारत-माँ से वादा है।

हक से ऐलान हम करेंगे 

हिन्द मेरा विधाता है।।

Waah ri police Waah!

Har chor ka tumse nata hai

Dakaito ke yahan Aana jana hai

Yaari gehri hai gundo se

Par Bas janta pe chalana hai.

Hum logon ka paisa khaya tumne

Paseena hamara bahaya tumne

Rakshak nahi tum bhakshak ho

Siyasat ke sanrakshak ho.

Waah ri Sarkar Waah!

Maharaja si shaan tumhari

Praja ki na koi zimmedaari.

Ravan jaisa roop anokha

Jitne chehre utna dhokha.

Har mudde par jhoothe waade

desh-sudhaar ke nakli daawe

Paanch saal tak Khoon chooske

Vote maangne ghar aa jate.

Jeet ke baad Kahan ghum jaate?

Kanoon ke mazaak banake

Janta ke bhaav se khel-khelaake

Raat mein kaise tum so paate?

Janta ke hi paise le kar

Janta ke rakhwalo ko

Raddi-mol khareed liya hai.

Jis janta ne tumhe banaya

Uska dum hi ghot diya hai.

Khaki wardi pehenne walo

Khaaq tum ban jaoge!

Iss bhadakti aag ko

Ab agar bujhaoge.

Kranti ki ek leher uthi hai

Bharat ke galiyaro se

Sacchai ki maang suni hai

Logon ke hunkaaro mein.

Jo apna hai waapas lenge

Aaj Ye humne thana hai.

Insaaf ke Ab jo aade aaya

Usko sabak sikhana hai.

Awaz na neechi hone denge

Bharat-maa se Ye wada hai,

Haq se ailaan hum karenge

Hind Mera vidhata hai.

Allah ka Sheesha

Allah ka sheesha hoon main,

Tera aks dikhata hoon.

Kabhi na samjha jo apne ko

Usko paath padhata hoon.

Paani se gehra hoon main

Aur apno se zyada apna.

Jo na bole the Tujhko

Wo baatein main keh jata hoon.

Allah ka sheesha hoon main

Tujhe sacchi baat batata hoon.

Dhake hue chehre Ko tere

Sabke saamne lata hoon.

Kabhi farishte padhe jo tune

Bachpan mein, kitabo mein.

Wo nayab nagina lekar

Teri saamne aaya hoon.

Allah ka sheesha hoon main

Tujhe Khudi se milwata hoon.

Chahe na chahe tu mujhko

Main ye farz nibhata hoon.

Zeher ugalke sacchai ka

Dushman kai banaye Maine.

Iss farebi duniya mein main

Hakikat jo farmata hoon.

Allah ka sheesha hoon main

Chhal nahi kar pata hoon.

Kabhi dost, kabhi dushman banke

Tere saamne aata hoon.

Allah ka sheesha hoon main

Allah ka sheesha hoon.

An Untold Fairytale

In a fabled town,

Season in and season out

The stone cold figure,

facing south

Stood guarding up

With an etched out frown.

Many mighty knights,

Traders and their wives

That had ventured past

Shared much a strife.

"What atrophy must we muster?,"

Asked kings to their wise men.

That may cause to spoil or fester

That rotten piece of crag.

And hence the plan was devised.

After much dialogue and dissension, 

To thaw the sentinel's escutcheon,

They beckoned the reclusive anchorite.

For who would understand better

The loneliness of the figure,

That braved each friend and foe

With an arrow and bow.

The scarlet sky did forebode,

She knew some mischief was to approach.

With weapon in hands she poised,

To bring down the enemy with reproach.

What came next

Left her stupefied.

She fell for the rogue,

Without as much as a fight.

He grazed at her feet,

Traced past her belly.

His warm touch melting

The coolness of her valor.

He whispered in her ears

Much not that she could fathom.

All that she cool feel

Was his hands around her cold shoulders.

With every stroke and caress,

She saw herself transformed

From a ruthless stone sculpture

To a girl with hair, coloured fawn.

The hermit knew not

What was to come next.

That sudden rush of passion,

He never did expect.

That day was removed off history

Since no one ever found,

What happened of the lovers,

Of that mystical, sylvan town.

The Route

All that she ever wanted

And all that she ever dreamt of,

In a wink was hers to keep

And she never even asked for.

Every moment that passed by,

Every word ever spoken.

Each thought and action that she took

Was all a noble omen.

She did doubt herself a lot

Left each road half-trodden.

For ages she was lost

To the miracles of the Lord.

Does life look easy to her now?

When all she wanted was hers?

Or was it just a beginning..

She stood on a new turf.

A long way she had come.

Even farther to go,

She found what she always wanted

And now she just had to Own.