Numbers and Faces


Story is about numbers and faces,
started in college in bygone ages.
On bus ride to Dhasa was the first contact,
with a face I barely remember much.
Deepti Naval’s face she did resemble,
was pleased to find her so agreeable.
For few hours we made love in an inn,
that is how the number story begin.
Although I lost my chastity that day,
memories are too hazy for replay.
Not asking her number I do regret,
but she being first, how can I forget.
Nothing exciting about number two,
emotions were missing between us two.
My dear friend wanted first contact with her,
he lost the race coz he was amateur.
It was certainly an awkward mating,
with roommates pretending to be sleeping.
Was a mutual consent with no contract,
it lasted two days and we lost contact.
To be continued……

All I Got



Gave love all I got,

would be enough I thought.

Turned out to be nought,

left me out to rot.


Felt no pain or anger,

filled my heart with hunger,

to make it last longer,

would that be a blunder?


Husky voice still do linger,

in my mind little stronger,

Like a warm coats in the winter,

making me into a thinker.


I’ve been here many times before,

without me even asking for.

Time to swim for the shore?

before my heart is sore?


Day the Music Died



Clenching my M16 so hard my knuckles starts to hurt,

with incessant rain, my uniform covered with sweat and dirt.

Tension hangs heavy as the thick fog, waiting for the go ahead,

brother-in-arms conveys with his eyes the tension without being said.


Deafening noise of shells that keeps falling nearby keeps reminding us of danger,

chunks of mud and rocks raining down with it feels larger and larger.

Some wise men said “There is no atheist in foxholes”

everyone praying they were somewhere else instead of this hellhole.


Brief break in pace of shooting allows me to peek over the trench,

my sense of smell is overwhelmed by the smell of rotten body stench.

Just as I was recovering from the urge to regurgitate my K-ration,

a bullet ricochet off my helmet leaving me with a dazed sensation.



Just A Song



Turn me into rain, turn me into long night,
turn me into your only passion which is right.
Make me into lyrics, into your heart’s voice,
turn me into deepest secret of your choice.
I am just a intoxication, so let me flow,
let me live my life and let it go.
Or give me a little space right next to your heart,
give me a reason why I am sleepless right from start.
We both have all the rest of our life to spend together,
just keep on smiling even if there is a storm to weather.
Let me be the soft wind which embraces you with affection,
let me be the morning sun warming you from easterly direction.

Have a Great Weekend



New month of new year is about to come to an end,

It is time to chill and hangout with your family or friends.

To hang out at the local bar if you are so inclined!

or to catch up on your reading, if you are that kind!


You can binge watch on Netflix your favorite shows,

or dance in the club until they eventually close!

You could meet your sweetheart at the local lover’s point,

or do something which will be your life’s turning point.


Do whatever floats your boat and have a great weekend,

please just do not waste the time which is godsend.

Will see you guys on Monday if god is willing,

till then, hope you guys have weekend that’s very thrilling! 

My Hometown


By the foothills of mighty Dhaulagiri Range,
where time has not brought much change.
Lying just at the end of a shallow valley,
is my hometown which I miss very much daily.
It’s more like a village if you ask me frankly,
with just one narrow paved road skirting it lazily.
Forest and fields surround it on all four side,
place I call my hometown with sense of pride.
Nearest town is about half an hour away,
nearest city is at least two hours away.
Which means it has the clear blue sky during day,
and at night you can clearly see the Milky Way.
A place so small, everyone knows each other,
whether in joy or sorrow, everyone comes together.
Even with Google map you will have trouble finding it!
“Far from the madding crowd” sure sounds like a fit.
Some might even call it a “One horse town”
yet my cherished memories were created in this hometown.
Now I am counting the days when I will see it again,
eager to see what parts of it remain, with a joy unrestrained!



Midnight Ride



A night to remember and a ride which can’t be unremembered,

recollection as well as emotions of which is still very untempered.

I can still run it through my mind as if it happened yesterday,

will bring smile to my face until it’s time for the judgment day.


Day went by as usual with nothing significant to recall,

so started my regular round of drinks sometimes after nightfall.

One drink let to next, before I knew it, it was midnight,

oh ! you should have seen the moonlit night with all the starlight.


Being in a village and far from the pollution of the city,

everything from trees, hills, stars and moon kind of looked so pretty.

That’s when the devil in me suggested that I should go for a ride,

although a bad idea, but who am I to disagree with my adventurous side!


So I tiptoed out of the house and quietly closed the door behind me,

went to my stable, just kidding, it’s a bike not a horse, you see.

Dragged my iron horse for a short distance away from my dwelling,

between the nosy neighbor and the barking dogs, there is no telling!


Just one kick to the kick-starter brought my bike alive with a roar,

now it’s just me and my bike, what more can a man ask for.

Like a lover I coaxed my bike gently to move to first gear,

I have always been gentle and treat my bike just like my dear.


A narrow paved road without streetlight took me to the hill nearby,

before long I was climbing it’s steep winding road on the fly.

Little twist of my right wrist brought instant feedback from my bike,

as it pulled up the hill like a horse I come to like.


Once on the top of the hill, I stopped to soak in the night scene,

and to light an incense to the local Gods, lighting a cigarette I mean!

Trees on the both sides of the narrow road appeared ominous and dense,

not a single soul in sight, I reckon they have more common sense!


Just to top off my high, I took a swig of drinks I carry around,

sounds of insects of the night and occasional dog barking can be heard in the background,

The small hill was a plateau and I could see mountains in the distance,

it looked so tempting that there was no use resisting it at this instance.


So it was time to set out to the next goal of climbing the inviting mountain,

feeling of adrenaline rushing through body and excitement of the unknown was hard to contain.

Reached the base of the mountain after riding for about half an hour,

from down here the mountain seemed very much like a sky high tower.


As the destination was within reach, there was no thought of turning back now,

a fainter heart would have turned back and more likely make an excuse somehow!

I put on my earphones and started a Trance song to go with the atmosphere,

began climbing the steep slope at a slow pace, all the while on first gear.




p.s – by Bike I mean Motorcycle