Shayad mai vo nahi jiski talash har kisi ko hoti hai,
Jisk paas har khushi hoti hai ,
Ek apni hi jindagi hoti hai,
Vo chalte hai jab jameen par,
To duniya unk kadmon pe hoti hai,
aur tu chahta hai man hi man kisi aise ko,
Par tujhe pane ki chahat mere man me har ghadi hoti hai,
Shayad mai vo nahi jiski talash har kisi ko hoti hai....
jo rahte hai mahlon me,
aur jinki duniya sitaron se saji hoti hai,
vo khud hote nahi bheed ka hissa,
balki unk liye kahin ek bheed lagi hoti hai,
vo jindagi ko dekhte nahi,
jindagi unk intjaar me khadi hoti hai,
aur tu hai k unk liye sapne sajati hai,
par tujhe pane ki chahat me meri jindagi thokar khakar gir chuki hoti hai,
shayad mai vo nahi jiski talash har kisi ko hoti hai......
bekar hi unka koi andaaj ku na **,
kitna hi kathor unka dil ku na **,
vo tujhe chahe na chahe kya fark padta hai,
chahe kitne b magroor vo kyu na **,
mere paak saaf dil me base pyar se tujhe kya matlab,
meri jine ki wajah hi tu ku na ** to kya matlab,
tere muh modne se meri saanse hi ku na ruk jaye, tujhe to hasrat hai sirf unki,
duniya deewani hoti hai jiski,
aur tujhe kisi aur ka hote hue dekhkar ye aankhen bujh chuki hoti hai,
kuk shayad mai vo nahi jiski talaash har kisi ko hoti hai,
par tum ** vahi jiski chahat meri jindagi hoti hai,
shayad mai vo nahi jiski talaash har kisi ko hoti hai....

29 August ko hui thi pehli mulakaat,
Taraste they sunne ko wo unki aahat.

5 september ko hui unki dosti,
Ek ladki jo shaadi se bhut darti.

Intezaar mein baithe rehte they wo,
Baar baar niharte shayad koi paigaam aaya **.

Hokar mayoos fir laut jaate,
Maheeno baad messages ke reply aate.

Bhut intezaar kara hai mahadev ne,
Milne ko apni shivani se.

Izhaar tou bhut baar kiya tha unhone,
Har baar mazak mein taal diya pagli ne.

Wo bhi bhut pyaar karti thi,
Par haa mein jawab dene se darti.

9 maheene tak intezaar karaya,
Fir ek din bn gyi unka humsaaya.

Tham liya ek duje ka haath,
Dene ke liye janam janam ka saath.

31 may zindagi ka sabse khaas din,
Ek pal bhi guzar nahi sakte bin.

Chand ko pyaari hai chandni jaise,
Dil se dil jude hain aise.

Chahe meelon dur hain wo,
Mehsoos kar skte hain ehsaaso ko.

Ek aisi pavitra paak rooh hai unki,
Khuda smjh ibadat kr sakti.

Meri zindgi ka hissa nhi hai mera pyaar..

Whi hai mere jeevan ka adhaar.....
Jo dia mene tumhe.... Tum jtaate ** uska abhaar....
‎are meri jaan... Smjho na... Ye pyaar hai nahi hai koi vyapaar.....
‎tu hai jese.... Baadlo me behtaa chand....
‎bchpan me wo sath chalta suraj....
‎baarish ki wo pehli boond....
‎sukun itna ke teri awaaj sun.. lu me apni aankhe mund....
‎maanti hu hum alag hai or thodhe se alag hai vichaar....
‎par jo do oppsite ko ek krde.... Whi to hota hai na pyaar....
‎or pyaar hi hai mere jeevan ka adhaar....
‎kuch tum smjh jana kuch me smjh jaungi....
‎2 kadam tum bdhana me 10 kadam aage aa jaungi....
‎bina kisi mol bhaav ke tumse pyaar jtaungi....
‎par thodha sa tum mujhe smjhna....
‎meri ajaad soch ko bandhno se mat jkdhna....
‎yu jra jra c baat pe... Dunia ke bnaaye jhuthe riwaaj se.... yu logo ki kahi baato se....
‎tum is paak pyaar ko mere mat prkhna....
‎jab hogi chandni raat me tumhaari chandni me bhigungi....
‎par amaavas ki us raat me banke aaungi tumhaare dil ka kraar...
‎suno...
‎meri zindgi ka hissaa nahi hai pyaar....
‎ye to hai mere jeevan ka adhaar
Mandeep

Oh, amazing language
I thank thee
for my ability to be the thesaurus
my understanding of my native tongue
the masterful way in which we all express ourselves
through the bastardization of 100 cultures
stealing the noises we enjoy and casting the remnants
to the void
set up shop next to Sanskrit or Latin
death to Elizabethan *******
only Ebonics and Mid-Alabama mush mouth
sprinkled with a little Boston soft “R”
paak da caaa in da yaaaad
like a mad ****
disjointed Caucasians
desperate to steal the next black vernacular
nothing beats a middle-class suburbanite
expressing their feelings about broke *** hoes

Jen, you worry too much about things beyond our control, but you need to know that we are going to be okay.
Your mind is as breathtaking as views from Table Mountain and your love is as beautiful as the Sistine Chapel.
Let’s vibe out and listen to Malibu by Anderson .Paak while reminiscing about the love that we’ll never get back.
I took six shots of Jägermeister, and apparently, I drank more but that’s the only part that I can remember.
It’s a new year and I’m sitting here listening to music while drinking Heineken and reminiscing about December.
I have been sharpening the edges of my pen to write about blunt memories.
Let’s vibe out and listen to Malibu by Anderson .Paak while reminiscing about the love that we’ll never get back.
We’ll never get back together but I can’t keep on losing you over complications that I’m unfamiliar with.
We must’ve met in the past life because that’s probably why I want to love you past life.

Jen, you worry way too much about the future that you tend to forget to live in the moment.
So every minute that passes by is a moment that you want to capture and post on Instagram and Facebook.
But I can’t judge you because sometimes I get lost in the whirlwind of vivid pixels and instant gratification.
I have come to accept that love is a part of me even when it’s apart from me.
Jen, you worry too much about things beyond our control, but you need to know that we’re going to be okay.

Thank you, thank you from the depth of my heart,
Thank you my lovely family from  
Mombasa,Nairobi and Daressalaam,
Thank you for adding colour to my miserable grey year.
Thank you for welcoming me to your home,
For being there for me when I needed you most.
Thank you for taking me on the trip,
For walking beside me,
For holding my hands when I needed support,
It's the little things that you do that mean so much to me.
Thank you for putting up with me,
Thank you for sharing your food with me,
The delicious acharis, yummy jugu paak, mouth watering gorpapdi, exquisite puris, sakarperas and variety of biscuits,
Not to forget everybody 's favourite "popcorn",
And showering me with lovely gifts,
Thank you too, for celebrating my birthday with that awesome black forest cake.
Most of all thank you for listening to me,
And encouraging me in my low moments.
If I ever think of a good family,
You guys are always first on the list,
So many thoughtful things you did for me,
But, one thing is for sure I owe a lot to you.
I also want you to know how much I love and appreciate you.
Thanks is just a small word,
But, for me it has a deep meaning and thousands emotions.
7/1/2020

Ya Khuda.  Yeh Kaisee Hai Yeh Mauziza.
Barsaat kai woh Paak Khatrai
Yeh Pyaasi Zaameen Par Girtai.
Khuch Talau Mai
Khuch Dariya Mai
Khuch Nadi Mai
Aur Khuch Gutter Mai.
Paani Ki Paakeezaa Mai
Yeah Kaisai Tabdelee Aaati Hai.  
Khuch Paak Rehtai Hai
Aur Khuch Na Paak Hau Jaati Hai.

it's a pandemic panic
i'm just hanging out & listening to
Anderson . Paak
what about you?
i've got the red cabbage & brussels sprouts roasting in the oven
with a little salt and pepper & olive oil
it's going on in my house
dancing  in the kitchen
the heater's on
no one's f*ing with me tonight
what about you?




.....

somewhere between the drink that burns my throat and Anderson Paak's voice, i find my thoughts drifting to the same place they always do

Bombay Meri Hei

O city of many peoples dream, o my beloved Bombay

Aamchi Mumbai miss you I do so very much, in many a way.

For enjoyed I did my childhood there, you were my very own Bombay

Along with you, now gone is the love n warmth of my parents, whom I miss every single day.

My school, college n Hosp. friends, shared with whom I have many a cherished day

Your splendid buildings, monuments lure me; of them what can I say !

Also I miss the Paak Atash Behrams n Agiyaris where we went to pray.

Those yummy eating joints; ah! Sooooo many; long is the list, tempt me like shiny golden hay

Every foodiie's stomach n heart in those varied joints lies, this emphatically I do say

My Af, took us out for treats many, and would never allow us to pay

Family picnics we had umpteen; Juhu n Aaksa Beach mention I must,  where games many we did play

Remember I, how every New Year's eve, to those lovely lilting numbers, all night we did sway

O beautiful beloved Bombay, even now my head and heart in you does lie, that's all I can say.

Armin Dutia Motsshaw

The basilica is redeemed
The gobletas de Numero
Dispar
Ensalada rusa
A don aqua mala

Alexandria?

Sudia ameriaca

Blip blog wrong
Do calmatters need peace
Pleasant days pay for our
Wayward praise
Bolted duty to you and yours
Greyhound beggars at the bedside
Always on too, catch up with me

Over under on a budget
Singing sideways
Tech teachers annoyed
Work bleachers off the digi
Pay loafers in scandal

Views of stall swaps and asparagus

Another roadside attraction, jump

He down on both knees
New sums approach his measures

Goals bolder than hinder
Retract that stack

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This and that facility staff not partisanships on the way to France

AIG on scuba Steve

AIG on scuba Steve
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Barack and Robert, why the mayor of Los Angeles get remainders from you?