Laar

Laar
Tap tap tap tap tapke laar
Iske hain chaar prakaar
Bhook ki laar
Tharak ki laar
Paise ki laar
Power ki laar
Tap tap tap tap
Tapke laar…
Bhook ki laar hai sabse basic yaar,
Phir bhi usse rokne ke liye
Kitno ko pochni padti hai dusron ki tharak ki laar
Tap tap tap tap
Tapke laar
Tharak ki laar,
Hai khoob kamaal,
Arey bhai usse hi toh hai yeh saara sansaar
Par jab ban jaat wo vyapaar aur
Usmein mila nahi pyaar ka swaad
Tab bann jati yeh bahut khatarnaak
Tap tap tap tap
Tapke laar
Paise ki laar bhi badi zaroori hai yaar,
Usse chalta hai aaj ka sansaar
Par agar ismein bhi nahi aaya pyaar ka swaad
Toh tabaahi machata hai yeh baraambar
Tap tap tap tap
Tapke laar
Phir jiski tapke power ki laar,
Uske hain bas do kaam
Ya toh badhata hai apni bhook,tharak aur paise ki laar
Aur maarta phirta hai ahankaar ki paad
Nahi toh gatak leta hai janta ka pyaar
Aur leta hai sukoon ki dakaar
Tap tap tap tap
Tapke laar…

Udhaar Ke Sher

Log toot jaate hain EMI chukaane main,

Tum zara nahi taras khaate yun bhag jaane main.

Baarish ki ek boond ko taras gaya wo,

Boodein jab chalki, apni bitiya ke saamne latak raha tha wo.

Usne calander banaye, jaam chalkaaye,

Na jaane kin kin nashon se loan pass karwaaye

Zameen girvi rakhi thi banno ki Shaadi main,

Dheere dheere pura parivaar bik gaya kundli ka dosh hataane main.

Iss beech ek akhbaar uthata hai ek insaan,

Thoda bulbulata hai, thoda taras khata hai… phir kehta hai, mera ho gaya…main middle class.

Note: First Sher is copied from Bashir Badr Sahaab’s sher.

Kahaan Reh Gaye The

Bhag gaya tha woh apne gaanv ko paraya samajhkar,

Ab maara maara phirta hai parayon ko apna samajhkar.

 

Badi badi imaaraton ne moh liya tha uska mann,

Phir kyun baar baar yaad karta tha nadi kinaare waala bachpan.

 

Mashoori ki chaahat main dhal gayi jawaani,

Shaurat jisne dilayi wo thi Nani kids kahaani.

 

Tehzeeb jab apne gaanv ki bachon ko sikhlayi,

Unhe yeh lecturebaazi raas na aayi.

 

Budhape ke station se jab waapas gaanv ka rukh kiya,

‘Arey kahaan reh gaye the bhaiya’, yeh bolkar gaanv ne swaagat kiya.

 

 

Love and Religion

Everybody knows which one is  the greater entity between Love and Religion. But often when they are at war, the lesser one wins and Humanity loses.

Well to put in simpler terms, the ultimate goal of religion is to fall in love with God and the ultimate goal of love is well, to fall in love. This means that religion is born out of love. Then why religion is so arrogant and love is full of fears. Why does Religion is on sale at places of worship and love meets secretly in these places. See, one thing is certain, Love with all its complexities is difficult to understand. Period. That’s why our ancestors might have thought let’s create a means to flirt with God, if we can’t fall in love with the Almighty. So, religion was invented as a means to flirt with God. Now, because there are a thousand ways to flirt, so we have thousands of religions. Each one tutoring us about the best way to flirt with God. But none of them teaches us love, because you can learn about love only by falling in love.

Due to simplicity and a very good marketing strategy fuelled by fear, over the years Religion has become very popular, so it is natural for it to grow arrogant and powerful. It uses this power to brainwash us and stay away from Love. This is the how the enterprise called Religion functions. When our soul begins to dry up due to lack of love, Religion loans us an opportunity to flirt with God and keeps us indebted till we wither away.

Aaj Ka Akhbaar

Aaj ke akhbaar ke hain bas do yaar
Ek hai pakodewaala Pooranlal
Aur duji hai humaari sarkaar
Phela Garam Garam Pakodon
main Masaalon ka kare aisa phair
Ki pait saaf huyi jaave…
Duja khabron
main maslon ka aisa kare phair
Ki Brainwash hui jaave…

Prem Aur Ishq

Tujhe Allah ne banaya hai,

Mujhe bhagwaan ne banaya hai,

Prem bhagwaan ne banaya hai,

Ishq Allah ne banaya hai,

Par yeh nahi pata hum dono ko kisne milaya hai…

Maine apni prathna ki,

Tumne apni ibadat

Par yeh nahi pata kismein thi zyada taaqat

Shayad yeh Bhagwaan aur Allah ki mili bhagat ka natija hai

Aisi mili bhagat jisse aam log toh kya Sarkarein bhi darr jaati hain

Daraar daalne ke liye jo kya kuch nahi kar jaati hain

Par khair Sarkarein badalti rahengi

Subsidy ghatti badhti rahengi

Par humein usse farak kya padna hai

Teri aankhon main mere prem ka maansarovar jhalkta hai

Aur meri aankhon main tere ishq ka haji basta hai

Stage Fright

My right leg is shaking,
Shaking as though it is the epicentre of my nervousness
Eyes don’t know where to look,
Palms don’t know how much to leak
As thousand hypothetical judgements travel through the air
to lend me my first attack of stage fright
Well…last night in front of the mirror it was all fine,
Three strong points to support my argument
which even Frank Underwood cannot overpower and I am done
Daydreaming in the night
Ohh…I am Hitler, I am Gandhi, I am one of a kind
But that was last night…and to be fair to my introverted-ness
I was two drinks down
But now, as it has attacked me
As I am thrown in the middle of this battleground
I begin with my first argument but suddenly my head switches to Dothraki
With a bunch of uhhs and ahhs in my mouth
I am cursing the teacher who advised me to get on stage
I am cursing myself for showing up today
The only things debating right now are two wills
Will to express or the Will to go back
As this tug of war rages in my head
Heart pounds a million every minute
A look of my friend calms me down
He signals me from the audience to look at him
And nowhere else
Ohh that funny faced bastard
It’s like looking at the mirror yet again
And now words come walking back to my brain
Only to find out they’re too late
It’s already three minutes now
But it’s a great start

Isn’t it? I will be better the next time around

Thank you!