Tharak

Chubhti hai, nochti hai,

awaaz ko majboor karti hai!

Paidal hai, par bhagaati hai,

saanso mein fitoor bharti hai!

Rassi hai, baandh rakhti hai,

dheel de kar, girati bhi khud!

Paani hai, pyaase ko pukaarti hai,

Chhite pade toh, jagaati bhi khud!

Kabhi sardi k kambhal c besharam,

par hayaa ki chadar mein chup jaati hai!

Kabhi kasai ki chhuri c bereham,

pyaar k lal rang ko bhool jaati hai!

Bachchi hai, sachchi hai,

maasumiyat mein ghul paati hai,

Naadan hai, par shaitaan hai,

Tanha raato mein lubhaati hai!

Neel hai, kabhi-kabhi daag de jaati hai,

barsaat hai, be-mausam baras jaati hai,

Dekho toh aasaani se nazar kaha aati hai,

Dhhondle niklo toh khud-b-khud bistar pe saj jaati hai!

Chubhti hai, nochti hai,

awaaz ko majboor karti hai!

Paidal hai, par bhagaati hai,

saanso mein fitoor bharti hai!

They say, but

They say,

never take eatables  from strangers in train,

but,

she cooked delicious fish that night.

They say,

Bengalis are too mean to be befriended,

but,

her altruism was beyond such definitions.

They say,

Anti-virus is must for smooth running of laptops,

but,

because of its absence, there were our smooth meetings.

They say,

it's difficult to read a doctor's writing,

but,

my love wrote me letters beautifully.

They say,

an apple a day keeps the doctor away,

but,

A doc serves me apple every morning.

They say,

heighted pillows can give neck pain,

but,

my love's thigh makes the best pillow.

They say,

Love is illogical,

but,

my love added deep logic to my existence.

Society

Society,

Sophisticated, stressed and stained.

Society,

Stripped, skinned and sustained.

What you know, and what you believe,

Is too vast to be taken,

And too deep to be fallen for,

Still you say "Do as we say",

For humanity, why humans are your prey?

Society,

Salted, sugared and saturated.

Society,

Skeptic, suspicious, and salivated .

You see what’s there over the face,

And you purposely adore the same,

Not just the curves,  words too are framed,

But how can you be keen on them,

when blind you are since ages?

Society, a swollen stage of savoir-faire,

Society, a spiritual  shore of satire.