Rolling Over


My low life
A mindless celebration
Past indulged wasted
Wavering faith
Vacillating between hilarity and despair
Present humped by installments
Future chiseled by installments
plus late fee charges
I’m fifty-five
midlife crisis ?
I’m a poet
Forever in crisis
Am I complaining ?
Oh No !
I’m dealing with life
Very good

Oh yes !
I gel my hair, style my bald patch
A cover shy with bare strands of grey
An over-sized beer belly
I camouflage flawless
Walking straighter, tighter
My shirt tucked in
I can barely breathe

I enter a packed bar, music buzzing
Spirits flowing, swirling bodies
Rubbing asses, indiscreet
I step in real cool
To the groovy beat
A couple of drinks
Witty conversation
and she’ll be all over me

And so it happens, every single night
My regular barkeep, a nice soul
He hears me
Till I go quiet
He slides me the check
So long!
And I am gone

Did you notice me?

Liar Liar

Nepal is a neighboring country of India in case you don’t know. I live in India. I guess you know.
We got similar traditions, common language, people are nice there and we like them.

Any Indian or for that matter Nepalese can work, own a property and legally stay for unlimited time in either country. The pact was signed in 1950 treaty.

Tough times, then and now with other neighbors, how many can we fight? You need sources, weapons, infrastructure to keep vigil, strike a war, recession every five years, local issues, constipation, too much to deal with, let’s make a friend.

With 81% population following Hinduism in Nepal, it’s a no-brainer.

Moreover, we outsource most defense equipment. It didn’t strike us to make a business out of manufacturing weapons. Also we have to keep a few businesses illegal or outsource. Politicians need money for elections, cars, foreign trips and Swiss bank is a common Indian dream.

Talking about outsource, the Indian Army has seven Gorkha regiments of Gorkha troops recruited mostly from Nepal. Great warriors, their contribution to India is phenomenon. Former Chief of Staff of the Indian Army, Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw, once famously said about Gurkhas: “If a man says he is not afraid of dying, he is either lying or is a Gurkha.”

So that’s the background for the pictures I’ve got for you. Did we need this? I’m not sure. I was bored, thought I’ll write something before I make myself a drink.

Guilt is a bad trip. Trip to Nepal is on my mind. I strictly advice my friends to keep away from guilt. Bad stuff happens. We make mistakes. Write a poem about it and let it go. But most importantly never let bad stuff be the reason to drink. Drink and moan over past or blunders is a no no. Women? Maybe next post, we’ll talk about it.

My grandfather used to say “Alcohol is more expensive than butter (In his days)” and butter was his weakness but a drink was divine for him. So when he used to say “Alcohol is more expensive than butter” he’d take a pause and add, “So drink wisely and have a good time, music please”.

About the pictures below.
Indian cop nabs two Nepalese on a railway platform before they can board the train. Why? Just. Corruption. To extract a few bucks from two harmless souls is a win-win deal for cops. Everyday story in my country, don’t get upset. The animated conversation is a fun story in images. Enjoy the show.


In the final image, cop counts money.
End of show.

The Dream of a Ridiculous Man

My first portfolio shoot 😀


Man Kind


I envy a dog’s life
His bite traded me
To the injector
Five times
To insulate me from
Rabbi or Rabies?
I get confused between the two

I envy a pig’s life
He binges aplenty
In the balmy sauna
Rated by performance
Not by bank balance

I envy the blood-sucking mosquitoes
Before you curse, slap hard
They are gone, only to return
If I rob a bank, I go to jail
When bankers steal
Government prints them more money
Taxes me

But I don’t envy the roaring tiger
His prowess, unworthy
His dominance, unflattering
He succumbs to the mean arrows
Chopped, traded
Skin to teeth

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This man i met in a bar

a government official on high post
close to his retirement
said he watches porn on the sly…

Conversation moved on to life
and he pressed his lips
voiced in a single breath
“back in the days, my wife and me
dreamed of a big house but we had not enough to buy one
we raised our family, saved money, did what was right…
thirty years gone and they are gone and and our dream…
we don’t need it”

Lamp Post

Who resisted me
Didn’t love me
But lassoed me

Most of them I laugh at
Single, wasted, single again
The rest will follow soon…

My beer belly
The keynotes

My stained teeth
The carat gold

My hair receding…
The new moon

I’m a savior
A dog
But this is my lamp post

Where are you baby?
I can barely see you baby…