Alone in happiness


The dream I have is dying

I cannot do anything to make it survive.

The color of the sky 

And the smell in the air 

Keep reminding me that 

I am not from here. 

The enjoyment of technology 

And the excitement of advancement in technology 

Donot provide any happiness. 

It just makes us to forget from where are.

Social medias are increasing 

Without any social value.

We are creating jungles of selfie

And not of trees. 

We are sharing our happiness 

Without involving anyone.

In the last, we are alone in our happiness.

The more I want to go back 

The more I am addicted to it.

We shout we are creating a world

But it is pseudo, and virtual. 

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar

Kiss in Mumbai


The girl was going easy
making me crazy.
That night was in Mumbai
we were on the road.
Within a second
she gave a kiss like a storm.

Before that moment
I was devastated and a hopeless man.
She gave the sweetest
shortest-shocking moment
which I desired again.
The long 15 years are like a dry river.
The memory of that night
brings a monsoon with cold breeze and rain.

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar

We are hotties


Hey guys, you are naughty
We are hotties
Let’s hang together
And make some parties.
You could cook
And we would shake our booties.

We are from the south
And we want some mouth
To grasp fresh air
Without doing any jogging.

We don’t have any dream
So no strings
Just hang together
And make some parties.
You could cook
And we would shake our booties.

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar

Honey, I want to see


Let me be your darling
And wish you
Good morning.
Honey, I want to see
Your smile
Every morning.

I cannot wait
Till the summer
To make our story
Hot and bouncing.
Honey, I want to see
Your smile
Every morning.

Let’s go to jogging
You would be on my left side
And I would be on your right side.
Together, we will do
Things that are sweet and steaming.
Honey, I want to see
Your smile
Every morning.

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar

Permanent Effects


With all your sharp features
we have to make a decision.
Where should I keep my eyes
, and where should my lips?

Holding your waist,
my breaths are getting heavy.
Could you not close your eyes while
we are cozy?

With your beauty,
let me be your cloth and feel heavenly.
The night will not be the same again.
Holding you in my arms like a chain
with your hairs on my chest
the life has turned into a birthday cake.

My lips are dry for your lips.
My chest beats in rhythm with your breath.
My eyes do not want to leave the dream.
My breath intends to have only your smell.
Life is like a blessing
when one enjoys his nudity.
I want to have this again and again.
I want to feel your smooth touch every second.

A bite on your thigh and an edge on your breast
taking away your shyness and making you wild.
It’s like thousands of waves of sea falling on me.
No space, no airs between us
it seems waves want to conceal me.

The knot of your saree and the button your blouse
I want to pull them down.
On your soft silky smooth skin
I want to give my marks on every inch
before planting seeds for a new life.

An army man cannot sleep until he finishes his fight.
A farmer cannot rest until the whole field is plowed.
How can I sleep when I see your beauty without my marks?
Nothing is permanent.
Neither your beauty nor my breaths.
Let me work hard to give you permanent effects.

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar