When I fell for her…. 

She wore a scarf, 
And a smile, 
She took my breath, 
All in a second, 
She was in a hurry, 
With bags so heavy, 
Running to someplace, 
Unknown to me, 
Days passed, 
And so did the years, 
One day I saw her again, 
In that old little cafeteria, 
She is way out of my league, 
Was my innocent assumption, 
She looked at me, 
And I looked away,
A man may sometimes lose all his senses, 
I looked back again, 
She smiled, 
And I immediately had a universal flight, 
She came up and sat next to me, 
I was Shivering like the baddest earthquake, 
She asked my name, 
And I shyly said, 
This is Harsh for you Miss, 
Miss… She had started saying, 
And I was lost in her voice so clear, 
We planned to meet Somedays later, 
Exchanged numbers and some awkward pleasantries, 
I was lost in her thoughts, 
So much as much I slept with shoes on, 
She had called later in the night, 
And had ended with a sweet goodnight, 
With each passing day, 
And with each night, 
It was impossible to stay away from her sight, 
Everyday she came in a dress so good, 
Sometimes in a gown, 
Or in her cool shorts, 
She would swing her hair around, 
And would let me sleep under their cool dusk, 
Sometimes she would be angry, 
Of things I would say out of being stingy, 
Then I would hold her hands, 
Hum in her ears, 
Of songs she loved, 
She would quickly let go, 
Her anger, 
And would hold me tight, 
As I swing her around, 
Like the earth does with her moon, 
Stare at her and make her go mad, 
Like she’s the one in my mind, 
And in the heart, 
And all places other, 
I would look at her while she made breakfast, 
Can I eat you, 
Would sometimes say, 
And she would run at me, 
With a burning spoon, 
Let me help you with myself, 
What time it would be, 
What would be the days, 
When we make a home so cozy, 
A little of me, 
A little of you, 
Together we would make the best couple, 
Sometimes a walk in the park, 
Maybe a swim in the lake, 
Or an ice cream in the middle of night, 
So much and so many, 
With you it would be all so creamy…….. 


Dear Ladies, 

Sometimes the men out there are too shy to reach out to you. We may be Superman during the times we are in a virtual world. But we do have a heart attack when we have to talk to you. So, please go out there and reach out to us. You’ll be amazed at how a sweet boy can quickly transform with you into someone you probably never knew.(there is not always a motive behind us being too nice. This I can say for me and atleast men like me. 🙂 ) 

Yours Sincerely, 

The men who don’t look you in the eyes while you walk past them or don’t look at you to make you uncomfortable or the ones who will open the gates for you and would listen to you when you want. It’s genuine compliment with us, always. Please don’t take it as our  motive for other things. 

Thanking you, 

The men out there. 



Hero. 

That was a day, 
When the night was cold, 
The winds sung a song so coarse, 
And the world had trembled, 
He covered some miles, 
In that small passage, 
Biting his tongue, 
Burning a hair or a two, 
She was inside the cabin, 
Where he couldn’t go, 
Some dreams of them, 
With a little hope, 
Some sweet smiles, 
Some pockets not so heavy, 
But full of wishes, 
Desires, future and hard work, 
A little house in the countryside, 
My world, my universe, 
Was their dream, 
Then he came crying, 
Packed in a soft towel, 
So small, so small, so small, 
He wiped his tears, 
Adjusted his sight, 
A war was to be fought, 
And he took against the world,
Bring back a bottle of milk, 
To a smiling family, 
The roof wasn’t strong sometimes, 
Food vanished from the plates, 
He cried, she cried, 
But never did he, 
That small growing packet of ambitions, 
Time passed like sand from hands, 
And he lost the black of hair, 
The melody he used to sometimes sing to, 
A rhyme so serene, 
Dreams became reality, 
Hard work, patience and lots of love, 
Sometimes he lost his temper, 
A man may sometimes show what’s inside, 
Sometimes not all the times, 
And he would smile when he showed him the card he made at school, 
The fantastic movie, the best shoes, 
Dreams when become a reality, 
Are a precious thing, 
Some lose something, 
For someone to gain a something, 
He wore those same old shoes, 
They still are as good as new, 
And the best thing for him, 
He would buy, 
He doesn’t know how to show love, 
He has been hard wired, 
Grown a shell, 
So that you don’t bear what he bears, 
The sweat, the blood, no difference, 
The days when he lost his hope, 
And when the world wasn’t fair, 
But he taught you to love and respect, 
To see the beauty of the world, 
To grow things he never could in himself, 
And would very quietly sleep at night, 
With legs sore from the day, 
Sometimes sleep would come to him, 
Sometimes he would walk in the garden, 
And pick up the thorns from the grass, 
Plant a tree in the soil, 
Or sometimes in him, 
Obvious it might be, 
Then or in sometime, 
And would try a hand at your guitar, 
To see if he could play, 
The sleepless nights, 
The spine chilling cold, 
And those shoulders that never lost hope, 
They say superheroes are made of something special, 
Now I believe, 
It’s the will of a being that makes him a superhero, 
Instills him with courage and valor, 
Lucky I am to see a superhero everyday, 
As he holds the newspaper, 
The only thing I can say, 
Don’t worry this world, Papa will save the day! 

That dream… 



I was walking down the golden street, 
With a little glimmer in my eyes, 
With shoes a little dirty, 
With clothes a little dusty, 
I was walking with a little of me, 
A little of you, 
Hand in hand, 
With a sight so close, 
A shop came with things unknown, 
A scent so serene, 
A vase so beautiful, 
Where things were arranged on a clean shelf, 
Some expensive, some priceless, 
A child on a mother’s shoulder, 
And a little one holding her hand, 
Then a father who carried them all, 
Towards a brighter and a merrier, 
I took a turn to the highway of dreams, 
Hopped onto a chariot, 
Shining bright, with a lever, 
He asked me to pull the lever, 
Wings came out the chariot, 
And it flew above the horizon, 
Where birds had nested on clouds so high, 
Where the wind sung a song so clear, 
It ran across the orchards of smiles, 
Trespassers are welcome,  a board was hung, 
I plucked a smile, a two or a three, 
And filled my bag with laughing thee, 
As the chariot flung again, 
I was pushed back the seat, 
And it sped across the river, 
Where fishermen had spread, 
Nets of cashmere, 
They said hello, 
Offered me a drink, 
And I gave them a smile, 
From my bag shining and white, 
Suddenly the sky had started to rise, 
The sun was eating up everything and sight, 
The chariot lost control and headed straight for the Sun, 
I held the rails, prayed for my life, 
And it all ended up in the light, 
I could hear only a sound so familiar, 
Wake Up Son, The Sun is up, 
And I saw the Sun eating up my dream so dear… 

For all of those who still need a look from the one they want… 

बेकद्री में उनकी ना जाने कैसी कशिश थी, 
हम ज़िंदा उनके लिए नहीं थे, 
और हमारा रब उनके सामने झुकता था…… 

Her ignorance had an attraction,  
I was not a living for her, 
And My God fell short infront of her…. 

A Sailor… 

The winds had thundered that day, 
As the earth trembled, 
And the oceans laid their chest bare open, 
When everyone took refuge in their homes, 
He took out his ship, 
Opened the mast up and high, 
Steered the little speck in the mighty sea, 
Towards the highest wave, 
That stood infront of him, 
As the ship climbed the wave, 
It reached the top, 
Rode the wave hard, 
It broke, it broke, it broke, 
The will of the sea, it broke, 
The wave caressed the ship down, 
Onto its chest, 
The ship had tasted blood, 
The boy had become a sailor…. 

चाँदनी… 

रोशनी की चादर ओढ़े,
ना जाने कहाँ से निकली आज चाँदनी है,
कुछ मदहोश मैं हूँ,
कुछ ख़ामोश तुम भी हो,
चाँद ने कुछ कहा तुम से है,
शर्मा के तुमने जो बादल बिखरा से दिए हैं,
करवटें मैं बदल रहा हूँ,
और जल्दी ना जाने सूरज को क्यूँ है।

Wearing the robe of light,
Moon has come out from hiding,
I am a little drunk,
Silent you are,
Something the moon has whispered in your ears,
And you have scattered the clouds, a little shy,
I am changing the sides in my bed,
And why is the Sun in such a hurry….

The curse of the tastier…. 

As death pounced on its prey, 
The prey prayed for a second chance, 
I’ll be good, 
Will pray more often, will be helpful and will even bring flowers to the God, 
Silly mortal as death thundered, 
You can fool me, you can fool them, 
Be a slate whiter than ever, 
How will you fool the man in the mirror, 
The one who saw the darker in your feather, 
The death grew in Stature, 
Muscles, bones and the Great Sceptre, 
It had no face, no clothes, no eyes, 
The prey looked around and there, 
Sound came from within his veins, 
You fool, you idiot, you oh so ignorant, 
I have ever lived here with you and your sins, 
Watching behind the curtains of sickness, 
I have infected you a day or a year, 
Those were my signs, my symbols, my gears, 
Mend your ways or become a farer, 
But you didn’t listen, 
The smoke, the whiskey, the cold cold beer, 
The soaked potatoes, the sleep so cheaper, 
Birds, reptiles even the kittens, 
And you were sleeping till the night was closer, 
Why should I give you a chance again, 
Was the heart attack not again, 
I will keep you as my favourite in my chambers so great, 
You were the best example I could ever make,
You’ll be a symbol of the greatest curse, 
The very tasty, the very easy, the very relieving could ever make… 

Health is Wealth. 

Pops.. 

He turns the day into a delight and the night a cozy blanket, 
A dream evolves into a reality under his command, 
When one wishes for a new shoe, he wore the old, I like it better, he would say,
Then would very conveniently turn every heartbreak into a memory so distant, 
And would bring home the sweetest of delights, 
Every day, every night,


I haven’t seen the Santa, 
Nor seen the fairy, 
Who needs a sleigh, 
When you have your pops.. 

I sometimes call my father pops. Haha. 

चमकती उस शाम का 

चमकती उस शाम का क्या काफिला था, 
कुछ खुशनसीब हम थे, 
कुछ बेपरवाह आप भी थे, 
तारे मुसाफिर थे, 
रात ज़रिया थी, 
चमकती उस शाम का क्या काफिला था,
जाना शायद कहीं भी नहीं था, 
पीछे देखा तो कहाँ आ पहुंचे थे…… 

Amazing was the parade of the twinkling night, 
I was nothing but lucky, 
You were a little careless, 
Amazing was the parade of the twinkling night,
Headed I was nowhere,
turned back to find,
where I had come…