Gare ‘a toi’!

Hi, tell me, why ye roar in the jungle

While roaming around for thy prey?

At dark and stormy night

When none dares to bray

Hi, tell me, why ye roar in the jungle

Till the animals make their way?

And the cubs too roar by a den

To celebrate a feast day

‘T is indeed tough to be a man

To live in an endless strife

When ‘t billows up in air

In the garb of a spiritual life

‘Meet and greet’ in the battle ground

‘Name and fame’ may throw ye down

No more wish ye seek out here

But to barter the fertile for a ghost town

Skyscrapers call thy attention

And welcome thee to the Cannes Festival

An irony for the slumdog Millionaire

To spread a message at the interval

Hence the reason, why I’m here

Laughing and ‘njoying my state

At dark and stormy night

When none dares to debate.

Ode to a Child

I.

Oh, baby! ‘T is a surprise

That with a cry, ye call me: nice,

Ages may steal thy innocence

‘T will be due to a bitter experience

Ah! A chance indeed to pursue

When ye screw up face for a strange few

Why ye keep thy fingers so closed

Nobody knows the fact yet to disclose

No stage or a role, yet we fall into a torpor

‘Lo!’, ‘Tis a babble and smile for God’s murmur

II.

Oh, baby! How ye find thou mom

And hide thy face in the crook of her arm

Why ye chew the corner of her saree

Till it becomes torn to make us feel sorry

Try and try: ‘Tis not time to say bye

Crawl and fall, O, baby don’t feel shy

Call thy mom to start

‘Tis a turn for all to take part

Fight, Fight! Till ye fly thy kite

‘Nev’r give up’, for ‘tis thy right.

Mr. Bee

A garden at a close quarter

It sends us into a deep torpor

Come hither to feel so light

And float, when an aroma bites

Flit from flower to flower

Buzzing in quest for nector

Why do you flap wings?

To sense the flower in full swing

Violets and yellow shimmer in thy eyes

Bend to welcome thee and no surprise

Waggle dance drives us into a trance

That we don’t want to miss any chance

No wonder, we see you change often

All flowers nev’r wither, when they ‘re untrodden.

Epistle to Mr. Adam

Tut-tut, ‘Tis raining out

My pulses racing to peep thro’ the door

Oh sir, why ye have a doubt

All b’ause of Eve’s anxiety to explore

Come hell or high water

‘Tis our duty to mint, they say

Pay the price for being a daughter

If not, go out; there’s no way

‘Dumb to watch when money speaks’

‘Let the emotions stand mute to barter’;

Curse thy coat and don’t seek

In order to win the badge of honour

No dearth of talking snakes

Slithering everywhere to entice

‘No more gullible’, my heart aches

‘To win or to lose’ in a game of dice

Sir, if ye were not so meek to accept

If Eve were not dared to disobey

We never fight in Eden and expect

A new world order to give way.

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Bonjour

O pardon me – I’m in a hurry

Ye ask me the cause and cure for your worry

I ‘ve reasons aplenty at my portal

To give and share as a mortal

‘T was a despicable act

To avert a gem of a person in fact

‘An erudite, yet rude and cheeky’

No, ‘a thumbs up’ was so creepy,

‘How else could I reach’, you may ask

Be in my shoes to know the task

Ye ‘ve reasons galore my knight,

Will you come hither to share and write?

‘T is too short to lament

Blessed to say ‘no’ for an argument

Don’t hang on to the custom

That age brings (you) wisdom

Avatar

Wear a detached cloak

As it’s zero hour

The cowl doesn’t make

The monk, yet be as

Gentle as Tom C. Owen

While addressing the public

Don’t stand on sentiments

Yet, Nicole’ll come to

Your rescue at odd hours

Arrogance, damn it,

Thy name is Norman

A rose is a rose is a rose

Say ‘no’ to emotional

Dalliances, my Rostislav

Shit to be smitten with

Darwin, my arm candy

Go spiritualistic to

Call thee as Shankar

No more wish, I’ve

To be a toy in hand

It’s a clarion call

Come hither, if you

Want to know, what

Is in my heart?

Disclaimer

It’s a jungle

Even the monkeys

Will fall, yet

Try your luck

It’s a black and

Gold python, 17

Feet long, 200$,

Christened as Darwin

A photo-op to

Kiss and hug,

Venture into the

Mystery to taste

The forbidden fruit

Nobody knows

What’s in and out
Time runs out

To make a mockery of

Don’t go gentle

Into a stasis

Beauty lies not

In calling a spade

A spade, but

In keeping the

Mystery till the end

Both pain and

Pleasure ’ll teach

You, what’s life

Find pleasure in

Pain and pain in

Pleasure, if you

Want to know more.