Posted on April 6th, 2009 by Amrit
There was a donkey
sitting on the snow;
his ass all cold,
and the motions slow;
his eyes all lost
between yes and no;
and the face perched
on the neck bent low.
When I looked at him
did I see myself?
My mama told me once
the donkey need some help.
The donkey didn’t move
So I thought I’d go.
I went to the donkey
and said ‘Hey Ho!’
The donkey looked at me
with a raised eye-brow.
I smiled at him
and slipped on the snow.
When he looked at me
did he see himself?
My mama told me once
the donkey need some help.
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Posted on January 18th, 2009 by Amrit
I write
mostly because
like everyone of you
I want the world to know
about me
and the things that I do.
You read me however
not because you want to know
about me
or the kind of things
that I do.
You read me because
you see yourself
in parts of me
because you see yourself
doing things that I do.
You read me because
you wish you were
like parts of me
because you wish you could do
the things that I do.
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Posted on October 12th, 2008 by Amrit
He was passing
through a storm
or red dust.
He couldn’t see much;
his speed cut short.
He didn’t stop.
Through the red,
he crawled,
with closed eyes
but open heart.
And one day
when red gave way
to white,
to the truth,
he stood
like a winner
with a soul
that shined
of freedom
and smelled
of God.
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Posted on October 4th, 2008 by Amrit
Khapach khapach, ghasak ghasak,
hum karein hai kapde saaf.
Paani se utha ke phen,
aur haathon se uda ke jhaag,
Khapach khapach, ghasak ghasak.
hum karein hai kapde saaf.
Chamkaayein ujle bushirt ko
aur pant se nikalein daag.
Khapach khapach, ghasak ghasak,
hum karein hain kapde saaf.
Utha patak ke, brush ghis ghis ke,
faulad bana hai haath.
Khapach khapach, ghasak ghasak
hum karein hai kapde saaf.
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Enough.
I got mumma a washing machine. 
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Posted on September 25th, 2008 by Amrit
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Posted on August 25th, 2008 by Amrit
Raju Srivastav is as funny as ever. Did you guys see him do the Laloo-ban-gaya-Superman thingy? It’s so LOL max guys, it’s so friggin lol-max. Sushmita Sen’s face is more chubbier than it ever was. Airtel shamelessly copies Vodafone’s ad (except a minor replacement of bro-sis pair with a couple). The good thing is that both ads are good; make you smile. For strange reasons News channel discuss Saif and Kareena as a couple. Ah, so I have started watching TV.
I still don’t know which show comes on what channel, nor do I have any idea bout when comes what show. But yes, it’s not all that painful anymore, as it used to be some time back, to sit on the couch and stare at the idiot-box, as long as there are others around or as long as I have my laptop to play with.
TV isn’t the only thing by the way. Thanks to Dk (colleague), I have a book to read too. An autobiography. Mr. Nice. Nice. So was SIK. Good entertainment. I laughed a lot. It was a nonsense movie nevertheless.
There was a time when I used to write sweet and cute poems. Then there came a time when I started writing sick and depressing poems. It’s been long since I wrote a poem. This one is for my ONO girl.
Hey Hi ONO girl, temme how you are.
Hey Hi ONO girl, you are so so far.
We chat and we talk, we say Hi and say ONO.
My sweet ONO girl, bus ab mil ek baar.
I don’t talk about the ’sparks’ anymore.
I act very normal, oh I am so sure.
But from deep within, haven’t you ever sensed
that I feel something, I never felt before?
Hey hi ONO girl, you are so so far!
My Santa Clause, oh yes you are.
Bring me gifts, bring me love, in December
It’s late, I should crash, ONO sarkaar!
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