Katran - back of my hand

He: I know you like the back of my hand. 

She: That is not a statement on how well you know me. That's proof of how little you know about the back of your hand. 

#Roasted. 

Happy Birthday, Friend! - A Birthday wish

What do I wish for thee? 

A little love, a little envy 

A little sorrow, enough joy. 

Someone to live for 

An ideal to die for 

This, I wish for thee. 

A home to call your own 

A heart that beats for ye 

Warm bread on the plate 

And a view that suits the eye. 

This, I wish for thee. 

Farsightedness to see 

life's ephemerality 

Yet to know the joy 

brought by a butterfly 

This, I wish for thee. 

What do I wish for thee, 

All eternity. 

Nataraja, Shiva, and dance

The Nataraja roopa of Shiva is considered Rudra... the angry one, and is therefore not worshipped in the homes. 

But the Shiva who dances is not angry. Shiva loves dance. Shiva is mridul (soft) in dance. 

Shiva loves to dance. Loves the soft rhythm and the flow. 

The Nataraja roopa mudra is angry, but it is not representative of the relationship between Shiva and dance. In it, as the name goes, he is the king of dancers, but not one in tune with his own inner flow. For in that, there is no raja, only vileena. (Vileen - to merge into something) 

दिवाली पर मुकरी

साँझ ढले पर वा सज जावे 

देखत ही मन हर्षावे  

अंतर्मन कर दे उजियारा 

एक उसी से सब तम हारा 

स्वर्ण सी आभा, जैसे राजन 

मन को सादो, जैसे कीप।     

का सखी, साजन? 

ना सखी, दीप! 

क्षणिका

अदल बदल कर 

कानों में डलते रहते हैं 

तेरे जुमले 

मेरे झुमकों से हैं पिया 

Excerpt from the poem - Rain and Riches by Sunil Sachdev

 In its truest sense

the rainbow should come 

before the rain 

as 

then at its end would be 

not only 

a pot of gold 

but a shower 

of rubies 

 and gems

and diamonds 

Great Indian Recipe: Parliamentary Brick - Poems by Sunil Sachdev from the book U Turn

 Carefully select one well-grown 

and thick skinned student leader 

dress him up like a chicken 

then put him in a kneader 

the purpose of the kneader 

is to make a spineless dough 

but the thick skin should remain 

to tell half truths and to bow

now put this special dough 

in a national party mould

party name is not important

provided its leaders are old 

keep the mould in a furnace 

lit by communal fires

and blow air mixed with slogans 

to brainwash and inspire 

when this hardened lout turns 

red and yellow and white 

you know he is ready to change 

colours, and wear what's right 

the 'brick' is now ready 

to lay another foundation 

to join Indian politics 

serve parliament and nation. 

क्षणिका

मैंने तुमसे नहीं सीखा 

गिर कर सम्हलना 

तुम्हारा योगदान 

बस गिराना भर था। 

कविता की ज़िद

वो जो छींक 

आधे में रुक जाती है न? 

जिसके आ जाने तक 

सांस रोकने के अलावा कुछ नहीं कर सकते? 

पूरे अधिकार से 

रोक देती है 

जो भी ज़रूरी काज या बात 

कर रहे हों। 

सर्वाधिकार संपूर्णतया सुरक्षित। 

कुछ कविताओं का मन में आना भी 

ऐसा ही है। 

You know that sneeze 

that stops midway

just to demand 

complete attention? 

Where you have to stop doing

or saying 

Whatever it is that you were

saying or doing? 

Yeah, some poems 

come to the head 

in the same way.