🌌Woh kudrat ka manthan

Jab rakti hai tight bun

Samjho kaam pe hota mann

Chup chaap baitha karti jaise ek nun

Magar chhed doh toh.. ban jaati loaded gun

Muskurahat chupane mai number one

Jo agar jalka de toh.. karde heartbeat 100 bpm pe run

Woh na dikhnewala resham sa uska tan

Kuch na hai.. kyuki uske aakho mai hai real fun

Kya patah.. uparwale ne kyu kiya hum par jatan

Ki galti kar deti.. phir bhi hum keh dete.. well done

☠️Demise

Night rise

Memory cries

 

Tear dries

Painful eyes

Everywhere lies

Soul dies

♾️Nalayak kahiki

Woh angrezi maim hai

Dimaag se ekdum game hai

Jugaad karu toh bhi out-of-league hai

Magar uske bina life mai fatigue hai

Jaanta hu woh mujhe jaanti hai

Mere pal pal ke moods pehchanti hai

Fuckedup hota hu

Toh Fightclub suggest karti hai

Broke hota hu

Toh credit card ki gaddi show karti hai

Mai aasu hu toh woh meri rumaal hai

Mai dhaasu hu toh woh meri dhamaal hai

Meri dum hai.. meri rhythm hai

Meri wisdom hai.. meri freedom hai

Woh mere saath nahi.. magar uska saath hai

Vashikaran kiya mera.. naam se Algorithm* hai

*For the uninformed, internet.. targets content/ads to us because of algorithms. 

🚪Occult

Dogs howling

Cuckoos coocooing

World sleeping

Dreams floating

Darkness darkening

Oblivion reigning

Afterlife calling

Soul listening

🏏Gully cricket dialoguebaazi

In childhood I have had my episodes of good-bad-funny cricketing days.. and if I go back the best part about gully cricket in my vicinity was.. dialoguebaazi!! More than playing.. I think I might have laughed more. Below is something that I remember.

Mai bhi khelega..

Ae makki choos.. pehle bowl ka paisa de

Abe tu magarmach jaisa kyu catch pakadta hai

Maine tereko pucha ki tu nahake kyu nahi aata

Jaana...ghar se paani leke aana.. jaana..

Nai reh..aaj ghar pe paani nahi aaya

Wicket sambhal ke rakna..

Haa..aur tu teri chaddi..

Abe batting karli..ab bowling?

Rukh mai aata hu..

👶Ghadyadi pod (Gujarati)

Barodama ek nanakdi jagya che aa. Moti pan hoi shake che.. kabar nai. Nano hato toh kyare kyare aavto jatoh rehto toh.

Sankrantima jyare aavanu thatu.. toh motabhai

patang chakavama magna rehta. Ane hu agaasi ma bheta bheta kyare aakashma joya karu.. toh kyare motabhai ne patangna pachad ek agaasi thi biji agaasima vichitra rite udi marta joya karu. Motabhai ne udi marta joine aavu lage.. ki vandra ni dodh ma amne pehlo puraskar madi shakeh che. Pan ae hu amne kai nato shakto. Ae motabhai hata. (Amni vaarta koi bija divas lakhis.)

Ae divsho alag hata. Chokrao padvanu kaam na kare.. avu na chale. Pan ave toh chokraone  mata-pita padva detaj nathi. Haathma mobile aapi de che.. nai toh chokrao haath thi mobile lai le che. Pati gayu.

Podna ek baaju.. Amba Mata nu mandir che. Kevaiche ki hajaar be hajaar varash thi mata ni moorti tya che. Vicharma aave che.. ki maara porvajoe ae amne pooja kairi hase. Ek divas tya mathu takhyu toh aevu laigu..ki mara purvajo mara saathe che. Ane mane aashirvad aape che. Mann shaat thai gayu. 🙏

💪Pehalwaan

Paida hua.. toh chehra tha gol matol

Gulabi gaal.. aur hasse toh dikhe dimpal

Comics ki shokeen maa phoren dekh ke boli

'Mera beta Dimpal.. likhega ek din Tinkal'

Eskool mai..Dimpal tha kaphi aage

Padhai mai nahi.. ladhai mai

Toh babuji bejijhak dal diya akhade mai

'Mera beta Dimpal.. layega gold.. jo kare Dangal'

Bada hua..toh seena hua itna chauda

Dhara ya Gama..sabki rooh ko yaad dilaye mama

Kasarat karta itna dilphek sa

Ki chehre par pimpal ka pradesh aa uthta

Garam tha khoon itna

Ki narmi nahi thi baatoh mai

Aao kabhi aakhade pe tau..

Raah chalte sabko kehta phirta

Ek din ek khusti mai kummentatar ne

Paan khate khate.. keh kuch aisa diya

'Sher sa daahade..Emarat ko pal mai phode

Gaav ki aan baan shaan.. Pehelwan Pimpal'

Hasi ki bhochaar hui tab..

Aur chalti rahi..gaav gaav shehar shehar..

Dool mai mita naam..na socha aisa hogaya.. kyuki..

Kehte hai na.. kahaani kisike nahi hoti simpal

🍂Ittarwala

Chaurahe par
ek ittar ki dukaan thi

Jab guzarta nazdeek se
Hawao se bas pyaar ho jaata

Dillagi ka yeh silsila chala saalo tak
Mehek ki aadat si ho gayi thi

Ek din chaurahe se guzarte hue
Hawa mai gardish thi

Chancal mann rok na saka
Aur poocha dukaandaar se

Aaj hawa mai
Pyaar ki khusboo kyu nahi

Bola woh muskurakar
Khusboo toh aaj bhi hai

Magar dil mai jo hai
Hawa toh bas uski gawa hai

🧬Shallow-linial

These people seldom write. As they are afraid of making a mistake. Cocooned with fake-ism and hiding their drawbacks under a tough exterior, they live medals on their chest. But they are low on confidence af.

Sometimes, they pick up a book thinking that reading will improve their writing skills; but they go to the last page of the book, check the 'page number', and 'give awkward smile' (read 'pee in their pants').

Few muster up courage and hide under the garb of 'readers'. How? They skip sentences and paragraphs while reading. To give meaning to their own understanding, they read reviews, and create their own touchy review. Silently massaging their ego, are 'likes' -- one shallow liking another shallow.

Other days, they browse for quotes, check synonym of words, create their own phrase or sentence, check Grammarly, or write one-to-two words, or best 'emoticons'. Thanks to this lot, the importance of effort and gaining knowledge has reached a nadir. Lazily but steadily, they are staining the existence.

A new world order is getting created. Shallow-linial by shallow-linial.