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Sweet Ain’t Good

I was talking to an old friend..
And what had been once a trend..
Happened to me once again..

A long time it had been..
Since someone called me sweet..
It would, once have been a treat..

But, there's nothing to celebrate..
Today, I'm in a different state..
Okay, I'll speak it straight..

May be I'm not sweet anymore..
Now, I prefer spicy, or..
Even lemon like sour!!

I have changed with time..
And I would in fact admire..
If you find me salt-like..

Back then I was naive..
Learnt with time, I have..
A lesson that's pretty grave..

From an elder's point of view..
That all that is simply too..
sweet may rot and be no good!

Eris is all curious!!

When I said I’ll try, Eris saw!!

When I said I tried and it worked.. Eris was happy.. and curious.. Let’s se what s/he has to say:

Oh, what did you try?
What did you try?
Now you’ve got me all curious.
Poetry, poetry- what is it you’ve done?
You can’t answer in a poem and expect that I’ll run-
Away from the chance to ask
I want to know what it is that you tried
And what drink you had in your flask
Was it cherry or mango or apple-like juice
Or more of an alcoholic tint
I just can’t think what it might have been
Did you enjoy a tea with mint?
No! It’s all private Eris, why can’t you see?
You’re prying too fast and too hard
Let the poor gal have a chance to be
Before she breaks into shards.

The drink isn’t important, it’s what you did!
You said that soon you would try
I want to know what you’ve gone and hid
But my manner is far too un-shy
Then again that’s how you were is it not?
You’ve shown valor and courage abound
By trying that thing that you said you would do
I find myself strangely proud
I know it won’t rhyme if I put it like that
I suppose I don’t really care
I’m happy you’ve reached for and found success
But sad I can’t be there
To hug. <3

Oh well. Have a silly poem in return!
May your days be as exuberant as ever!

PS: Rockin' moral! I can dig that all the way out
of the ground and take it home with me. <3

PS: You must visit the fluid gender’d author’s blog once and spend some time there!! S/He is very hospitable! 🙂

In Memory Of “Lemo”

She’s angry because she had to bathe

My first bird friend..
A lovely parakeet...
As 'big' as my hand..
With feathers that were green...
And markings that were black..
She was so charming...
Great time we had..
Was used to hand-feeding...
That little young maid..
At times she was a darling...
Her mandible I would pat..
And sometimes so annoying...
She would turn away her back!!!
But, one day she was lying...
Outside in her cage..
When came an old flying...
Another feathered friend..
With a murderous frenzy...
Oh Lemo!! You misread..
The next scene is appalling...
I dare not envisage!!
Oh!!! I'm still missing...
My first bird friend..!!
Aqua and Lemo were adopted together

  I wish you could live longer..
But my wish can not come true..
I hope you get God's blessing..
My prayers are still with you!!
She is still angry about it 😛

From A Child

May be some day the parent’s will realise…
That when we fall, we learn to rise.. all by ourselves..
But moreover.. We, the childeren need to learn..
How to convince them.. without hurting them..
I really loved your poem nikki!! 🙂


When I was born, you named me,

You decided good and bad for me…

When I grew up a bit,

You handed me a do’s n dont’s list…

I thought whatever you say is right,

and followed, with all my might…

But then, you thought you can control me,

and  whatever i dreamt of was vague to thee…

I tried explaining what i want,

You ignored and continued to daunt…

You think you knew the best for me,

But I feel you never understood me…

When I was persistent and tried to highlight my view,

You said I was manner less and not respecting you…

If that is what you think, then so be it,

and let my life be the way I want it…!

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A masterpiece!!

Following is the couplet written by one of the most celebrated Urdu and Persian poets of the world from India .. Dabir-ul-Mulk, Najm-ud-Daula Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan .. better known as Mirza Ghalib. I tried to explain it in english.. to the best of my knowledge.. and i totally love it (not the translation, the verse)!


Hazaaron Khwahishein Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dum Nikle...
Bahut Nikle Mere Armaan, Lekin Fir Bhi Kam Nikle!!

(Thousands of desires, each worth dying for…
many of them I have realized…yet I wish for more…)


Nikalna Khuld Se Aadam Ka Sunte Aaye Hai Lekin..
Bahut Be-abru Hokar, Tere Kooche Se Hum Nikle!!

(We have heard about the dismissal of Adam from Heaven,
With a more humiliation, I am leaving the street on which you live…)


Mohabbat Mein Nahi Hai Fark Jeene Aur Marne Ka..
Mohabbat Mein Nahi Hai Fark Jeene Aur Marne Ka!!
Usi Ko Dekhkar Jeete Hai, Jis Kaafir Pe Dum Nikle..!!

(When in love, there is little difference between life and death
we live by looking at the infidel who we are willing to die for)


Hazaaron Khwahishein Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dum Nikle...
Bahut Nikle Mere Armaan, Lekin Fir Bhi Kam Nikle!!

Khuda Ke Waste, Parda Na Kaabe Se Utha Zaalim..
Khuda Ke Waste, Parda Na Kaabe Se Utha Zaalim..
Kahi Aisa Naa Ho Yaan Bhi Wahi Kaafir Sanam Nikle!!

(For God’s sake, don’t lift the cover off any secrets you tyrant

the infidel might turn out to be my lover)

Kahan Maikhane Ka Darwaza Ghalib, Aur Kahan Vaaiz!!
Par Itna Jaante Hain, Kal Wo Jaata Tha Ke Hum Nikle..!!

(The preacher and the bar’s entrance are way apart,

yet I saw him entering the bar as I was leaving!)


Hazaaron Khwahishein Aisi Ke Har Khwahish Pe Dum Nikle...
Bahut Nikle Mere Armaan, Lekin Fir Bhi Kam Nikle!!

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