If I could add up my good deeds Against the ones that were bad I would be quite unhappy Perhaps possibly also quite sad So next time I do a good turn I should remember the need to earn Much more of it Before I say quit.
Now since the West has been won And the visit, and the visa, has been fun Time to tell Sam uncle that... Look at me, I am not that fat My folks so admire my dress And like my strong ways, of saying yes To you, Master of what you survey In my heart and mind you will always stay Thank you for the visa, and all that fun Make it multi-entry, and I shall be done.
(Written three years back, on the great leader's first US visit...)
Students be like demanding customers, quickly wanting their fast food choice Teachers be like ingratiating salesmen, with a hawk's eye on the amount in invoice.
Nine noisy noose nights Of going on in an around Nine new ways of messing The poor grass on the ground Welcome the fancy dress do Urban hip in rural ethnic shoe
I grew up as a man Who knew his place in the scheme But now I know much less And much less do I dream Of my role in the big order At centre or at the border.
How dare you complain Of being almost molested By powers that be's son This is India And we are second to none. Rape, Murder, Intimidation, Gall Name it, we have it all In Doklam we will show the Chinese We are much better than them, in these.
The honourable men in power Should sometimes take a shower For the stink of their misdeeds Is as barren as their seeds It could well be strong perfumed Without their fart its doomed.
From now on I promise Not to litter Facebook With bad attempts at poetry I am going to try prose Oh shit, you rose To the bait, I mean Please like, be seen.
Sometimes I go away In order to come back Sometimes I return To pick up things that I lack But every-time that I move I should have nothing at all to prove.
How dare you insult The chief of our staff Who of course can at will Huff and puff, and make chaff Look oh so good And so be understood No making fun of king Else we will make you sing The anthem that is national You know we ain't no rational.
Noise is what Indians make Noise is what Indians take To their graves Or funeral pyres Even heaven (or most likely hell) tires Of the fires that we lit While we were at it.
A student just wrote to me That I have been unfair In giving him the grades And he therefore must share It was a mistake to have Me as his teacher You must be right my dear As I also do feature In the people that I dislike I mend the wheels, you ride the bike.
Knowing your neighbour Without knowing him May work at first But would increasingly dim Chances of knowing And you will soon be reaping What you are sowing.
Its good to be a teacher Even when they don't feature Your finicky foresight Of making them do right Perhaps love will come When all parts have met their sum.
It takes a lot to be happy And very little to be sad Given the need for happiness We must all surely be mad To want to be down Yes, do that smile, don't frown.
Alone, one needs to be in company Amidst, one hankers to be on one's own The Lord made each one of us slightly off Busy as He/She is, in His/Her offish zone.
It was not on the agenda Still I had it discussed This thing about agendas And how to have them discussed And thus it went The more it came As you read on and I write without shame.
The joy of discovering When everybody already is wiser Does what watching a sunrise To a habitually late riser Early or after a wait Happy to have got the date.
I think women should not roam And stay tight inside our home Its macho holy men like me Who win elections and clearly see Them as a baby making machine Are the only ones to come away clean After spreading our piss and shit Not ashamed, (No Sir) not one little bit.
So what if they were bad in the past So what if they made hate so long last Lets give them a chance, lets wait and see We voted for them, its our destiny To make war, not love And lets please eat the dove.
The more you would care Of what they would think The less you can float And the more you would sink Be the judge and the jury Of your sound, and your fury Or better still; just chill.
Jeevan hai mere dost Tamasha to nahin Sare aam banten jo Batasha to nahin Batashe mein bhi to kuch Hoti hai mithaas Madhumeh bhara man Ye batata to nahin
जीवन है मेरे दोस्त तमाशा तो नहीं सरे आम बंटे जो बताशा तो नहीं बताशे में भी तो कुछ होती है मिठास मधुमेह भरा मन ये बताता तो नहीं
Incredible India Is what I see Their answer sheets Of common sense free Then they get in And make some noise At first they were dumb Now throw their voice.
आप कहते हैं व्हाट'स हैप्पेनिंग अरुण? मैं कहता हूँ आपको कैसे मालूम कि कल सुबह सुबह हुई और कल शाम शाम कि कल काले कौए ने रास्ते काटे थे और भूरी बिल्ली ने आसमान कि कल मेरे ढीले थे मोज़े और कसी कसी थी पतलून कि कल मैं अपने आप से यही जवाब सवाल रहा था कि व्हाट'स हैप्पेनिंग अरुण?
Aap kehte hain What's happening Arun Mein kehta hoon Aapko kaise maloom Ki kal subah subah hui Aur kal sham sham Ki kal kaale kauye nein Raaste kaate the Aur bhoori billi nein Aasmaan Ki kal mere Dheele the moje Aur kasi kasi thi patloon Ki kal mein Apne aap se Yehi jawab Sawaal raha tha Ki What's happening Arun ?
If all of us had immortality And lived in harmony thereafter We would create a boring world With deathly peace and no laughter For life lived short and in disarray Is like the dark night followed by a bright day.
People with opinions And the ones without All aim at silence Of the ones who shout I have an opinion And I have none What's the use of butter Without the bloody bun ?
Law is an ass Or more precisely a bull Amenable to anybody Depending on the pull Now since pride is restored Some introspection is in order The proud often miss the bus At common sense's border.
Can this new year Make forever old The juveniles Who have successfully sold That wrong is right And chicanery bold Surgically struck Or demonetised cold ?