My Hatred
Frustrated, with hatred,
Hatred for people who are wrongly wired,
People with their minds impaired,
Whose common sense has retired.
On people giving rules 2 hoots,
Gave them advise worth 2 cents,
Came home with my temper going nuts.
One guy who spoke but not liked by majority is jailed,
Another guy (many such) who speaks but not liked by minority is hailed,
Social harmony is failed,
Raise the voice, and you will be railed.
Demanding a separate nation is the fight for their freedom,
Fighting for this cause is their martyrdom,
Stopping them from their demand is the kingdom's wisdom,
Suppress all voices, and you have the stardom.
Groot
I wanna be the Groot,
Wanna go back to my root,
Knowing where to set my foot,
Tired of walking barefoot,
Don't want to be a part of the loot,
Missing my root, oh shoot!
Let's do a reboot,
Lemme set a bigfoot,
I am the Groot!
Old school
Old school, if I still enjoy the company of my childhood friends.
Old school, if I want to spend my life remembering my first love, than finding new love.
Old school, if I love to drive on country roads, than 6-lane highways.
Old school, if I keep going back to nature to rejuvenate, than in the city.
Old school, if I still prefer my granny's recipes, than any new experiments.
Old school, if I refuse to come out of my nostalgic memories.
Old school, If I frown and advise an errant road user.
Old school, If I believe in loyalty.
Old school, if I find peace and strength in divinity, to every problem.
Yes, I am old school. If given a choice, I don't want to change anything from the 90s world, life and vibe.
That Place
You remember that place,
I was there with that face,
The air shimmered in the haze,
Going through that phase,
Did my best to please,
Stuck in a maze,
Oh, what a face!
I have been there thrice,
I was not that wise,
That time I had no choice,
I was a novice,
Now paying the price,
Yet feeling nice,
Though I miss that voice,
Worth the sacrifice,
Oh, those eyes!
Laadli
Laadli...vo tho Hein meri sasuraal ki laadli,
Dhoor rehkar bhi unki Jaan Hein, ye laadli,
Unka guroor Hein, ye laadli,
She is raised with the values of family,
She uses it wisely.
Laadli, she keeps our home lively,
Takes care of us kindly,
And keeps things friendly,
Bathaathe Hein yeh sab, very proudly.
Laadli, sometimes she acts silly, does things oddly, girly, with her hairs curly, makes me a big bully.
Laadli, kha sakthi Hein roz Idli,
Maybe that's why she is homely, bubbly, gently, smiley and lovely!
Beach out far
A beach out far,
I yearn to drive down in my car,
With my mouth savouring a Cigar,
Next to me, would be my yaar and my pyaar.
they say it's not really out of reach.
People who have been privy,
Say the beauty is worth the envy.
The water sparkles,
The waves splashes and the water sprinkles,
The sand under the foot tickles,
The sounds of the wave adds to the riddles.
I am stuck in my shell,
Though not really a hell,
Tired of being in the nutshell,
It just makes me unwell.
It's only fair,
Before ageing puts me in a wheelchair,
That I stop the despair,
And go and feel that air!
So, where is your beach?
"Beach" is a metaphor here.
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