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!

‘Pyaar’ Ka Ek Khat ‘Nafrat’ Ke Naam

Dear Nafrat,
Tum dimaag pe chadte ho
Main dil main utarta hu
Tum apne Danton ke dhuyein se
Mera chaand chupa lete ho
Phir bhi main kuch nahi kehta
Koshish jab do dilon ko jodne ki hoti hai
Do hazaar saal phele ki dalilein tum aage le aate ho
Samajh nahi paate hain log mujhe
Kyunki bachpan se unhe tum hi padhaye jaate ho
Jaati, Dharam, Rang, Roop aur ab toh Khaan paan (LOL)
Se baandhte ho aadmi ko aise tum
Ki wo ab insaan banne se ghabrata hai
Mere pass aane se darr jaata hai
Par koi baat nahi
Jo pal pal tum tabaah kar rahe ho
Usse pal pal main jod raha hu
Kaise?
Jab ek baccha maa ko janam deta hai
Tab main uss maa ki aakhon main bas jaata hu
Ladakpan ki naav main haule se baith jaata hu
Kabhi ‘saat phere’ aur ‘qabool hai’ main meri mahak aati hai
Toh kabhi ek chote bache ki aadhi toffee mujhse milkar
gareebi ki laar mitati hai
Toh aye dost to end it on a lighter note,
Jitne bhi tu karle sitam
Hans Hans ke sahenge hum
Yeh pyaar na hoga kam
Hai Insaaniyat ki kasam….

Jab ‘Paise’ Ko Hua Identity Crisis

Jab ‘Paise’ ko hua identity crisis
Usne pucha khud se kya main bana hu only to fund ISIS
Toh kiya usne introspect
Aur daudaya apna capitalist dimaag
Chalaaye apne socialist haath
Aur bana diya ek flow chart.
Purpose tha mera harr transaction kar dunga fair
But now I’m synonymous with the word ‘unfair’
Seems strange. Right?
Arey sahaab yeh hi toh tanta hai,
Hum jana kahi aur chahte hain
Chale kahi aur jaate hain
Main acche din laane nikala,
Toh Panama ke panno main atak gaya
Aur Jan Dhan khaaton main jaane ki sochi,
Toh Uss daarubaaz bhagode ke saath phans gaya
Kapde bhi badal liye hazaar,
Aur bann gaya ‘2000’
Yahaan bhi ulta padd gaya daanv,
Ek taraf ‘Deshbhakt’ janta line main lagi,
Dusri taraf ‘Swadeshi’ baba ne jebein bhari
Khush ho gaye aam yeh sochkar,
Main (Paisa) yahi ruk jaunga
Par aye meri bholi janta
Phir Swizerland kaun jayega
Sorry thoda zyada ho gaya rona,
Aakhir main mujhe bass itna hai kehna
Na koi galti hai meri
Na koi galti hai teri
Galat toh woh fitrat hai
Jo palat deti harr insaan