you find that one
wholesome home to
settle down.
The 90s Bollywood music
you listen to, and the good
old Kannada songs-
Western music happens,
and you are obsessively
into a couple of bands.
Then you hit a sweet spot.
It takes over you
like a ghost of childhood
you always romanticized.
Years pass by while it
makes a home in your head.
You relish the indie music,
you go gaga over
classical fusions for some time.
But you always come back
to this homeliness of
Rockstar-
A hall of Sadda Haq with
TV and couch.
Pirse Ud Chala kitchen,
where you cook dancing.
Aur Ho is a cozy washroom.
Tum Ho is bed and Tum ko
is a blanket.
This homeliness has always
Been a good night’s sleep,
and a Kun Faya Kun like
mornings you wake up to-
Nadaan Parindey like
Meals and Hawa hawa kind
of evenings to slip in
Drinking-
Dichotomy of fame kinda
of tea.
Ohh! life has been tasty
and at ease, a toast
like Tango for Taj.