Oh when will “WE” grow

 Oh when will “WE” grow…

You’re so tiny and fragile,

I’m losing all my sleep…

But boy when I look at your smile,

Out come my emotions, weep!

You started walking and talking,

The noises that you make,

Please stop all that chewing,

Grow up, oh for God’s sake…

The music, the drums,

The stubborn tantrums..

Let’s go - get ready..

C’mon did you finish that already??

You are a teen, you are mean,

You have no time in between,

I need some time, don’t hush

Slow down why the rush??

Now you’re grown up and gone,

No sight from dusk to dawn,

Oh I wish those times would last,

Why did you grow up so fast?

Now I look in the mirror and I am to blame

I tried to be different but we are all the same 

We pushed to go faster when times were slow

When will we grow Oh when will “WE” grow!

The Common Man

I wake up one morning to see changes in the trend,
I wonder, how much can one pretend?
Taxes to pay, no money to spend…
When will all this stupidity end?

I gamble, I fall - my hands I burn,
I think, I try - to raise my earn!
I jump, I switch – my position to turn,
I grow, I age – when will I learn?

The salary that comes with a T-D-S…
With this tax, did the country progress?
Money with the b-crats who bribe the press…
News flashes to have the common man digress!!

To be a b-crat I need to go to jail…
I’ll commit a crime and get out on bail!
I cannot be educated – I have to fail…
Do a fodder scam – be in-charge of the rail!

Stats show there is so much of black money,
wonder where they counted that without accountability?
I work for the govt – I hardly earn anything miss!!
But I own bunglows, cars to name a few, the rest lies in swiss!

Why should we bribe for our own right?
Scams exposed but no justice in sight!
Is this what we get – to be “human”?
wake up ‘o’ wake up – “The Common Man”!!!

Rang Barse.... Happy Holi !!

I’m looking around – I see black and white,
Something’s amiss, something’s not right quite…
Far away in my sight,
There is a gang, a mob beneath a light!

Its dark around except for the distance,
No one to ask around for assistance…
I walk, I trot, I jog, I run,
Get out of the dark, I need some sun !

Alas, I get into the famous square,
Ah – the joy, with whom should I share…
Suddenly I feel soaked and wet,
Silence broken – people I met!

Powdery colors in the sky,
Almost all which can meet the eye…
well they thought that I was the bait,
Hello… I too got colors on my plate…

Air, colors, water, dust…
Eggs and mud – for some those are a must!
This is the day – friends don’t trust…
they’ll make you drown in colors to rust!

Bhaang and raang are the desi terms,
wash ur hands – keep out the germs!
Stains are gonna last a bit …
That’s what we call – the “holi spirit”!!

Splash and dash, enjoy the beat, drink - don’t drive …. Happy Holi … !!