Are you really Rich ?

They travel in private jets and speedy super-cars
Weekend nights are spent at pubs and bars
They cast superiority by smoking those cigars
Those costly clothes and accessories to hide their scars

Long discussions in meetings, attending seminars
Exploring ways to earn wealth, be it Rupee, Dollar or Dinar
Every element of their homes, so branded, so stellar
Outdoor stays are at hotels, rated not less than 5-stars.

Thousands of likes on social media, for that pic with a Guitar
It is nothing more than one of its many fake avatars
Gathered millions of wealth, yet their hearts are just like empty jars
Enjoyed every lavish luxury, happiness yet to be experienced so far.

Accumulating resources never makes us happy
We stray from our path and start to become greedy

To be rich, ‘How to share?’ is the lesson we must learn
Without sharing you can’t be rich,
It’s irrelevant the amount of money which we earn
Always keep giving as much as you can,
Happiness and Satisfaction will be your rewards in return

In cricket, what matters is the 22 yards pitch
Share as much as you can no matter how much you have,
And I promise my friend, you’ll surely feel Rich

You can not…

You can not add more black to the Demonic Darkness
You can not add more white to the Luminous Light
You can not add more green to the Nourishing Nature

You do not give heat to the Shining Sun
You do not give water to those Outrageous Oceans
You do not give sand to those Dreadful Deserts

You can not write on a page already filled with words
You can not add water to a pot already filled till its top
You can not add data to a memory device filled to its last byte

In the same way,
You can not add love to a heart
filled with attractions, attachments and desires,
Enormous expectations and whopping wants
ever increasing like forest fires.

Keep no expectations, learn to be smart
Let go of everything, keep an open heart
Practice detachment, making space for oneself is an art
Then finally you shall know what real love is,
A dish….. sweeter than a Honey Tart

The Careless Gardener

A young skillful Gardener, possibly in his teens
Owned a little garden, so graceful, so green
The entrance so attractive, with a florid glossy gate
An eye-catching view, literally no one could ever hate.
Interior so satisfying, symmetrically arranged bushes and plants
Source of funds for such rich items? maybe government grants.

Lily, Tulip, Iris and Bluebell
Daffodil, Dandelion and Daisy
These vibrant vibes once felt,
You’ll never again feel lazy.
Ravishing Red, Velvety Violet, Blooming Blue
Butterflies roaming around, with such a shiny hue.

Every element of the garden, so delicate, so fragile.
Each one on its own with the capability to bring a smile.
To be sustainable, it required proper care and attention
Even a small mistake could result in disaster, a destruction

He wanted to travel, to visit places unknown
He left on a voyage, leaving the garden on its own.
While he was away, the city witnessed a lot of rain
His garden had vanished, all his efforts went in vain.

On returning, sight of the garden
brought stress and tension of all sorts
Only thing left over,
withered flowers and muddy plots.

A note to those who love something or someone
The thought of losing them raises your hair,
A picture of whose, forever you can stare
To damage or hurt them, you wont even dare
Devote your time towards them, show that you care
Keep fulfilling your duties and in the end
That someone or something
will always be there…


River, Sea and Sewer

They call me a river, I’m always active and running
With my help, the fresh water keeps flowing
They call me sacred and pure as my nature is to give
Sweet consumable water without which you can not live.

They call me a sea, I’m enormous and huge
I contain a lot of water, yet it is of no use
I accumulate a lot, is that my fault ?
Why is my water, so full of salt?

They call me a sewer, I have a very unpleasant smell
My water will make you sick and ring doctor’s door-bell
My water is so stagnant, it hardly ever flows
I feel so useless, I feel so low…

Don’t be like a sewer, you’ll always be restless
You’ll sit and do nothing, to others you’ll be helpless
Don’t be like a sea, You’ll just take, collect and gather
It’ll make your relations bitter, ain’t it a serious matter?

You can always choose to be like a river,
Install acts of warmth and delete the cold shivers..
To give and share whatever you have,
shows your generosity, your gratitude.
Keep doing these acts of kindness,
spreading happiness and love is a beautiful attitude.

Love: An Adventure

An adventure is not meant to reach a particular place.
Neither is it meant to achieve a target or a certain goal,
Nor is it done to see who’ll be first to reach the top or who completes it in the shortest time.

When you go out on an adventure.
You completely live the adventure.
You fall in love with each and every part of the journey, be it good or bad.

You fall in love with the small hotels and restaurants,
You fall in love with the local food which they provide.
You fall in love with the roads that take you to the starting point of that tough climb.
You create a great bond with the fellow people who accompany you in the adventure.

You love the view of those huge tall mountains
You love all those different variety of trees
You fall in love with different shades of Green
You love the soil, and its smell.
You adore the local people, their cultures, their dress,
their language and of-course all those polite gestures.

You love those sounds of the birds chirping
You love all the songs that you sing along
You love those small breaks where you take a little rest
And gossip on topics no one can even imagine of.
You love that mutual support and understanding,
And the way everyone helps each other out.

In the process you may face some injuries
There’ll be lack of food, water no where to be found,
You’ll feel thirsty and hungry and may want to quit..
As your bodies are tired and on the verge of breaking apart.
But you still love all these adverse situations
As you’re determined to see the view from the mountain top.

It’s not this view which we remember in the end..
All those small moments and memories that stay forever
registered in our mind
that we created on our way to the top.

My love for you is also like an adventure..
I do not demand any right on you
I do not want any control over you
I do not want to own you or get you
Love is not like a mountain top
You don’t achieve or reach someone’s love

Love is rather like a journey, an adventure
You live each and every moment of it..
You love your first eye contact with her..
You love the dress that she wore when you first met her…
You love the intense color of her long dense hair
You love her ever-shining liquidy eyes
You fall in love with each and every aspect of her face..
her perfect face cut,
her sharp eye-brows,
her long eye-lashes,
her geometric nose,
her fluffy cheeks,
her artful ears,
her substantial forehead,
her tiny chin and of-course…
those blooming reddish-pink lips.

You love each and every aspect of her
You love all those moments that you spent together
And even those moments where you couldn’t make it.
You love all the time that she gave you attention and priority
And even those times where you were completely ignored.
You love all her acts that made you smile
you wanted to give her a really tight hug.
You also love those acts which made you angry
you were tempted to give a tight slap on her face.
You love her as she is, be it good or bad.

To get or lose something is a tendency of a trader or a businessman.
You do not trade in love.
Love for sure is not a business.
Love indeed is like a prayer….
You are my love.. I’ll always love you
And no matter that the situation arises
You’ll be in my prayers
And I’ll always pray for you.

Her love for snow

Minus 13 degrees, its teeth-chattering cold..
Mild winter winds sound like a ghoulish roar.
The pathway has lost its path,
Everything’s covered in snow….
A two storeyed wooden farm-house,
Shining a bit with that dark blue glow
Across the road, in front of the balcony..
Is a range of snowy mountains where no one goes..
Dark green hills with narrow and round peeks…
Made of tall pine trees, the residence of ghosts…

A bunch of people, from city are here..
To experience peace and mother nature to explore..
Fights for those blankets;
Fights to stay near the heater;
Fights for those gingerbread cookies;
Will become memories which they will surely adore…

While all are dancing and singing songs..
Playing Chinese whisper and dumb charades..
A girl thinks,”It’s not where I belong”
Shivering in the balcony, she stands apart.

She wants to get out of the closed house,
She wants to lie down and play in the snow,
But she also fears the scary night…
The thought of darkness shivers her soul.

Leaning forward in the balcony on that chest high pole.
Taking a sip of hot dark chocolate to fight the cold…
Black winter pants and those boots are on;
Fur of which is thick enough to survive a snowstorm.
She’s holding the cup of hot dark chocolate
with a cute pair of muffins,
Head and ears covered with beanie,
having same color, baby pink.

Inside, wore a thick fleece t-shirt…
Full sleeve, turtle neck, Grey in color.
To deny the chilled breeze to freeze her body,
A good full length red hot Trench Coat covered.
The fitting of her clothes is absolutely on spot..
Her body is totally covered, yet she looks so hot.

From a distance, she’s a Red-velvet cheese cake…
Only parts visible, her face and her neck..
A thin Golden nose ring,
The sexiest Indian thing.
Black round glasses..
Capable of killing masses.
Long dark brown hair,
Skin tone, so fair….

Lower lip has a dark shade of intense red lipstick..
Upper lip and tip of nose is covered with chocolate.
If I was her man, I would’ve grabbed her close,
And kissed her nose, to save that chocolaty droplet.
My heart skips a beat, I can’t control my emotions..
I can stare her for lifetime, if she grants me the permission.

Her eyes are lit up, her face has a smile,
The reason lies above, in the night sky.
The sky is lit up with bright colored fireworks,
It sparks the light within her and kills the darkness..
Neat and tidy, just like her winter clothes..
She cleans her heart and swipes out the cold mess…

Gifting💝 a chocolate🍫

I am one of those people who is crazy for chocolates🍫
But I have never been that charming one
who gets chocolates from girls on birthdays
I’ve always been shy and at a distance from girls.

But this nature of mine has been a blessing in disguise
So what if you’re not offered chocolates,
You love it so you can always buy it for yourself.
I am fond of eating, sharing and gifting chocolates.
I see it as a tool to create and spread happiness.

When I gift her a chocolate🍫,
She accepts it and divides it into half
She gives me a choice to select which half do I want
She acknowledges my efforts and appreciates the same
She believes in balance of giving and taking
I will most probably be happy with her.

When I gift her a chocolate🍫,
She accepts it and removes fruits and nuts
She offers rest of the chocolate to me,
She is the one who looks for mutual benefits
She believes in win-win situations
We will always encourage each other and grow together.

When I gift her a chocolate🍫,
She accepts it and starts eating the chocolate
She offers a piece with a smile and takes a pic of us
She cares for me as well as the chocolate
She believes in these gifts as a form of memory
We will argue and fight and will find happy moments.

When I gift her a chocolate🍫,
She gets excited and puts it in her pocket
She goes home and eats the entire chocolate alone
She forgets about us when there is chocolate in-front
Maybe she is a selfish girl with mean motives.
Or maybe she is yet another chocolate lover like me💝.

Where do you want to go?

Where do you want to go?
Far far away
On top of the mountains
where no body stays,
On those silent beaches
to listen sound of those waves,
In the bottom of the ocean
from everyone I wanna stray,
Fly high in the sky
till the time my body decays,
Visit the lost roads alone
I wanna roam, I wanna stay,
Take me somewhere god
where I can pray for a better day.
Take me to a place
far far away

Corona-virus : A love story

Hi
I am Corona-virus
And I’m in love with Indians
Trust me, they’re so good
I fell in love at first sight.

Yes, I’m possessive and hungry for humans
It feels great to be in control
and to show my dominance over people.

I expressed my feelings on 30th January
Initially I had difficulties expressing myself,
I was unable to leave my mark on Indians.
Yes, I was struggling… but i kept trying
Slowly and steadily I penetrated Indians
Finally, my efforts were showing results
Indians seemed to be accepting me.

By 22nd March,
more than 360 Indians fell in love with me
7 of them even sacrificed their lives for me.
I absolutely loved this power over Indians.

As much as I love Indian people,
I hate their PM Narendra Modi
I had just started to get in power
and this guy declared a 14 hour curfew.
I considered myself very strong,
But this guy made me doubt myself.
I started to fear this guy.

Just like me, even this guy loved Indian people.
I was demoralized looking at the support of Indians for him.
1.3 billion people clapping and appreciating the work of nurses and doctors,
Banging spoons on plates and ringing bells
This brought me on my knees and tears in my eyes.

Well this was just the beginning of the fight..
One day went quiet, I thought I avoided the storm,
And the next day, this guy dropped a huge bomb.
He knew just 14 hours is not the right way,
So he called for a lock-down, that too for 21 days.
This guy irritated me, yes I was jealous
Will I lose so early in the fight for my love.

When we’re in love with someone, we want to stay in touch,
We are willing to give time to get close to them,
To spread my love, all I wanted was Indians to come close.
But in each love story there is a hindrance,
who is commonly known as girl’s male best friend.
He is the one who creates distance between two loved ones,
In my case, this male best friend was none other than social distancing.
Till the time Indians followed Social distancing,
There was no way I could spread my love in Indians.

Where there’s a devil, there’s always an angel
Well, I found mine in form of some stupid yet lovely Indian people.
Some threw stones on doctors, who were fighting against me.
Some were adamant with their religious beliefs, they didn’t follow the protocol.
Some considered me insignificant, they ignored every government’s order.
Some just wanted to show their swag, in return who got a nice stick on their back.

To get what you love, you need to fight against all odds,
But you will be destroyed in the end, if it results in a loss.
Love is the greatest power, it’s meant to create happiness,
The ones who use it for selfish reasons, karma punishes them in the end.
For now I have power, for now I show supremacy
But I know my love is selfish, it’s no long when Indians will leave me.

Now I know that I’m wrong, it’s wrong to take lives,
But that’s the only way I love, after all I’m a deadly virus.
I realize that it’s not working, we need to break up.
But I can’t help it from my side….
Take necessary precautions,
Wear a mask when going out,
Avoid gathering in public,
Wash hands frequently and sanitize them.
You Indians need to put efforts my love
You need to fight this individually and still stay together
My love….


🦋Butterflies🦋

Heaps of anime out there; Pokemon you must have herd of.
Brock’s strong rock type Onix; Misty’s cute little Togepi.
Everyone’s favorite Pikachu; the heart of Pokemon Master Ash…
Whose first catch after an intense fight was the insect type Caterpie.
Her strings immobilize the opponent; making it difficult to move or act;
She evolved into Butter-free(which is a Butterfly);so let’s finally talk about that.

Butter, a delicious ingredient, a crucial part of Indian dining…
We can walk, run, jump and swim; but without wings, can we fly?
Even that is possible these days, catch a plane and go sky diving…
These two words combined we get an adorable insect, a ‘Butterfly’.

Insects are creepy and crawly;
Butterfly, an exception, looks so pretty.
It’s easy to spot them in the nature;
But you’ll hardly find one in a city.

Like ice-creams and sundaes available in different flavors;
Butterflies are seen world-wide in more than thousand colors.
From magnificent red to cool and calming blue;
From mother nature’s green to sun bright yellow;
From refreshing fruity orange to lovely baby pink;
From charming flowery violet to earthly dark brown;
From omnipresent black to omnipotent white.
Be it any color, a butterfly’s always a pleasant sight.

Like t-shirts; butterflies too come in different sizes.
Like pictures from a kaleidoscope; they do have different patterns.
Like variants of flower vases; they come in different shapes.
Like humans belong to various castes and creeds;
Butterflies too are categorized into ‘n’ no. of breeds.

Some moments become memories; there need not be a reason..
A lovely couple of butterflies being one of them, which I came across this summer season.
Just like a butterfly, I hope even humans had no attachments.
You too my friend can be like a butterfly, just try to practice detachment.

When you’ve got just one chance and the stakes are high;
The situation is just like catching a beautiful butterfly.
Forget the ‘anxiety‘ stay in the present;
Give all your effort and just cherish the moment.😇

Butterflies roam around, they hardly stay still.
They roam from,
garden to garden; flower to flower;
valley to valley; tree to tree…
Humans should adopt this quality and try to chill.

Some consider butterfly to be a lucky charm;
Some say they contain the soul of our lost loved ones;
Some consider a butterfly to be an omen;
When they are seen in bulk; especially the black ones.
Stop!!!! Let these butterflies just be butterflies.🥰

Gujarati’s call it a ‘Patangio’;
Marathi’s will say ‘Fulpakhru’;
In Hindi we call it a ‘Titli’.
It soothes one’s broken heart,
It lights up a fire in the spirit,
A good pet name…, for a loved one specially. 💖

Some butterflies use camouflage to hide,
to protect itself from becoming a prey.
Let’s divide our feelings into black🖤 and white🤍,
problem arises when we let them be grey.

People these days are sad😔 and are vulnerable to plenty;
Finding happiness😀 seems as tough as coming out of a maze.
You can chose to stay bright, you can chose to stay strong;
And admire a butterfly, to bring a smile😊 on everyone’s face.

Admire an Eagle🦅 if you aim high to touch the sky,
But to become a reason for someone’s happiness,
Be like a Butterfly🦋!!
Be like a Butterfly🦋!