Saturday, 13 June 2020

The lost lock

The lost lock

Searching in the brighter corners
Where nothing was ever lost
I found a key lying amidst rubble
A key that baffled with its silence
Content without the answer of lock
For it never asked the vital question..
Instead of the joy this key brought
The tantalizing thought of the lock
Treasures that were secured in bosom
Suddenly it was not the key I had found
But the lock I had lost somewhere
The possibility of a lost opportunity
Obliterated the joy of a simple kind .
Not all roads lead to somewhere
Like the unsaid word of a poetry
Which gives to each heart it’s key
It brings out the inherent pain
Uncovers the layers of pretence
For the lock was of the mansion
That has now turned into a rubble
Of the woven nest of dreams
Amidst which the key is found.

Delhi
1862
1.0 hrs
14.6 .20


Me no menu

Me no menu

Khatta paneer
Paneer pasand'na
Lace lace bhindi
Daal makhi ni
Khokhala chana
Go'bhi munch'urine
Door Rakha pasta
राढ़ा chicken
Mutton rogi josh
Mirchi salon
Gol gappein
Baasi fresh lime soda
Cold drink do pyaasa
Keeda kheera
Naan nahin
Missing roti
Kachua paratha
Khyali pulaav
Faila hua raita
Fafoondi raita
Farty papad

Friday, 12 June 2020

The crow story

My pet crow started his week over Mon blues and slogged it out till Thurs’tea. Since he was feeling thirsty he went to a crow bar. There he could stick around without a button and his tiredness..so he became a well’crow. Then he met a she crow who caught what could he'throw. She was upset over his talking and made him pay for Caw'fee. After partying hard he returned home. Now my crow soft.


Monday, 8 June 2020

In memory of  Goa trip..whole day at bar and tan at sea. Now also only bar'tan
The Arab cooked an imaginary Chinese dish . They called it Sheikh chilly

Sunday, 7 June 2020

The tummy Stories
Participate( party see pate )Checking how obese everyone else is at thd party
Emancipate ( imaan see pate ) checking an honest belly
Constipate ( kaun si tea pate ) checking which tea suits tummy
Inculpate – the blame of assuring oneself of thinning down tomorrow..every day
Exculpate – remembering the tummy of ex in yesteryears
Anticipate ( aunty see pate ) finding an aunty getting fatter everytime u meet her

The ripple waves

The ripple waves

The pebble drops on horizon
After a day long dazzle on sky
The ripples erupt from infinity
They come rolling on my feet
And carry back in their foamy bag
My faint foot prints from sand
Did you find me walk on horizon
Amidst the moon kissing  tides
When the vexed sea turned silver
Seeking respite between swallowed sun
And the residue of my dreams .

Delhi
1861
16.42 hrs
7.6.20