Father

Went to school via

An enchanted forest.

Fought with a 

Demon which is 

Still infamous.

A plot he missed

Decades ago is

Worth crores.

Could have married 

Someone better.

But was hitched to

My mother.

Snores so loud,

Roofs can collapse.

Belches so hard,

Even Jet engines feel 

The drag.

Shameless farts,

Deep thrust toothpicks.

Hunts ear-wax with

Almost anything 

That's sharp.

Head buried deep 

In news channels,

He has defaced

Pakistan.

Won wars against 

China and has

Defeated Corona

With blessings of

A local baba. 

With holes adorned 

White vest. 

Big belly is his 

Net worth.

Lungi as his Cape.

My father is a 

Superhero, who

Always swears. 

Gone Missing

Did it slip off 

My pocket or

Jumped out of

My wallet.

Did someone

Steal it or

It has gone in

Hiding.

I've searched

Everywhere.

Ransacked my

Room and 

Grazed up my

Insides. 

In my home,

Around the village.

Under the ground

And over the clouds.

I don't know who

Stole my smile..

Maybe the hefty 

Loan in the bank or 

This abject pain in

My intestine. 

Tired, I reached

My home.

Wife opened the door.

And now I know.

Myths of Snowfall

Uncle says

Gods plough

The clouds

To grow cotton

In the sky.

Winter is their

Harvest time.

Hence the snowfall.

..

Mom opines that

All the cats in

Heaven caught a cold.

To allergic pollens,

They sneezed their

Furs out.

Hence the snowfall.

..

My grandma tells

Me otherwise.

Angels tried a

Mortal recipe,

To satiate a kid's 

Demand.

A snowfall hence is 

A Cotton-candy

Gone wrong. 

..

My lover is a

Science grad.

She talks about

Inversion of 

Temperature and

Thermodynamic

Laws.

I believe she's

Not right...

..

Maybe the sky is a

Romantic flirt who 

Desperately wants 

To impress Earth..

Snowfall hence

Is a Patronus spell

Awkwardly cast.

.. 

Dream

Places and people

Are fused.

Twisted timelines,

Mixed up realities.

I punch someone

In the face to

Feel the same pain

In my gut.

Corner kick of 

Mine gets caught

By the goalkeeper

In me. 

The junkie I am

Is chased down

By the charade

Of a cop.

I drown in a 

Bucket of water.

But the coast-guards 

Fail to save.

I become a ghost

But no one is afraid. 

My fleeting soul too

Is a classic fail.

Einstein sentenced

Me to Auschwitz

For violating,

Newton's third law. 

The hangman 

Tightened the noose..

And I wake up in

My room. 

Broke, Single in 30s

Two roads diverged

In the wood.

The one you took

Didn't offer much anyway. 

You tripped down

From over a stone,

And your front 

Teeth are gone.

As a teen,

You had gotten

Your share of grey,

In 30s you're bald.

Crush said, you ugly.

Even your mom

Must love you out

Of compulsion.

Your dad is your

Reflection. Judges you.

The same way,

You would have.

You're single and

Prisoner of your hand.

First half is gone,

But should you be sad?

Remove your shades

And look at life-

If fate didn't make

You laugh.

You really didn't

Get the joke man.

Flower

I'm a flower.

Bee is my

Lover.

Shoot is

My father.

I'm fruit's

Mother.

Bud is my

Brother,

Roots,

Ancestors.

My grandchildren

Feed the worldly

Needs.

You call them

Grains. 

I call them 

Seeds.

Aspiration

The sky is

On fire.

Invokes in me,

A bold desire.

Should I just

Flap my hands

And fly higher?

Or take leap

And swim in

A sea that's dire?

Something in

The air that 

Makes me aspire.

A spirit of enquiry

Is driving me,

Let me just take

A taxi for hire.

Procastination

Time and again,

He scrolls 

Through memes.

Tick by tick,

Every minute ends

With a shriek.

Doesn't take 

A peek at

The work that's

Pending from

A week..

Completed a

Revolution,

The hour hand

Vents a cautionary

Scream.

He overlooks

Again,

As if time ain't,

His means.

Day ends with

A screech,

The work has

Gone out of reach.

Gets between

The sheets,

To declare, again,

How tomorrow 

He'll not have

A breach. 

Procrastination,

At its peak.

Another day is

Added on to

The fifteen day 

Streak.

Hero with a Cape

Too much to care.

But I'm left with

No capes to 

Wear.

Most are torn.

One that's left

Is is hung in

The backyard

To dry, I swear.

You're welcome,

To judge.

This how I look

When I ain't brave.

Bitterly blue and

Cold. Stuck in a

Room, with no

Courage to dare. 

Couple of more

Hours, if you may.

Once it dries,

I'll have a mask 

To wear.

After that,

Upon my pants,

Even I can pull on

My underwear. 

Netflix and Chill

Jack and Jill,

Did a Netflix

And chill.

Came close

At will, then,

Forgot to take

A pill.

Born was Bill.

Expectations

To fullfill.

Sleepless nights,

A daily drill.

Drama was a

Emotional grill.

Life turned

Uphill.

Of that night,

Both are 

Horrified still.

There's a moral

Here, to instill.

If you have time 

To Kill-

Any fancy frill,

But never a

Netflix and Chill.

A GB still left

Why won't a 

Shooting star 

Come down,

While I make 

A wish?

It's been long

Since I had

A fish.

The astrologer

Did blurt.

The Saturn does

Always hurt.

With one of his 

Moons, did I 

Ever flirt?

I don't recall.

Can be an 

Interesting quest.

 ...

She left, then,

The bike broke.

Even in the lame

Arguments,

I do choke.

Father,

Ain't proud.

Uncles always

Frown.

Mother too

Looks me down.

Guess that's all

There's to own.

...

The curd-sugar

Combo hasn't

Helped yet.

Limbu-mirch,

Visited a witch,

Taveez too

Had a glitch.

Life's such

A bitch.

..

Everything has

Been put to test,

God knows,

When he gives

My case a rest.

Let him take 

His time,

There's no haste.

A new day is

Here, for me

To waste.

Lots of work,

I'll do my best.

..

There's reading,

There's Writing,

Physics, Chem,

Creb's cycle and

Fucking Sin

Minus cos theta.

I'm Still left with

A GB of data.

Incognito is on

Jai Vaishno mata.

...

Self Introduction

I'm a light
Hearted bloke.
Little drowsy.
Little woke.
Bit haughty,
Totally broke.

Too ugly for
That matter.
Insecurities
Are the only
Things I own.

Laugh at others
Is all I do..
Humour is the
Only emotion,
I understand.
Sarcasm is a
Routine attire.
My life is a
Tragic satire.

Through the ups
And downs,
Picking myself
Up very loosely,
I don't think, I've
Much to offer,
But, if you insist,

How about..
Another joke?

Lol

Your pics
Without filter.

Un-combed
Messy hair.

Face with a
Shade of anger,

And the eyes
With lots of kajal.

No wonder I
Started believing,

In the Ghosts.

Dear, Mr. Monday

Who wants to
Work after Sunday?
Dear, Monday; are you
Not tired of yourself?

Agreed,
Pope was your father.
Childhood was a trauma.
Doesn't mean-

You've to be
'A kick on the nut' face?
And clapper to the
'Let's run this race.'

If only, you
Hadn't made my
Morning tea sour and
Yourself a weekly bore.

I would have Befriended
You. Dear, Mr. Monday.

Breathless

You're an
Abrupt surge
In this perpetual
Calmness.

A sudden
Suction of
My serene
Solitude.

In an unwavering
Contempt of life,
You're my dear,
A kick on my gut.

Can't breathe in.
Can't breathe out.
You take my
Breath away.

Psalm of a Week

Monday is
Melancholy.

Tuesday,
A total trash.

Wednesday, oops!
Tomorrow's Thursday.

Thursday,
What the fuck is this.

Friday is...
Oh yeah!

Saturday...
Hurray!!!

And there's Sunday,
It's Rewind time.

Robert Frost Parody

Whose phone is this,
I think I know.
The memes might be
In the gallery though.

My good friend mustn't
Think; it's queer to
Look at his phone
Without permission.

I'm alone and
My battery's down.
The longest night
Of the year.

The memes are lovely,
Dank and deep.
Miles to scroll down
Before I sleep,
Miles to scroll down
Before I sleep.