Why does the sparrow come?
Every morning on my window
While I am still in my bed.
I am a lazy guy
Don’t provide any grains nor water.
The sparrow is like my mom
Who does not expect anything from me
But just wants to see me every morning.
Or the sparrow is like my ex
Who wants me to chase her
And then elope with some other male.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
Love comes with pains
As flowers bring sharp
But hidden thorns.
Morning sun brings hidden afternoon
Full of heat and dampness.
And rains carry life
For pathogens and insects.
We focus so much on the smile
We never think of our faults.
We enjoy all the huge waves of love
Till the boulder arrives
And crushes us
And finally paralyzed our souls.
The season changes
The weather changes
Seeds germinate
And flower turns into fruits
But our mind
Our heart and our souls
Carry only pains, sorrow and tears
Till we die or we hide from the world.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
I can imagine my life without you
But I cannot imagine life with you.
You speak so much before we kiss
But you don’t speak after our kiss
I can imagine you before our kiss
But I cannot imagine while kissing you.
You are like my banyan tree
It does not matter how vertical light falls
It always makes a shadow
I can see the shadow from far
But I cannot see the shadow
While tangling in your arms.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
Heart of a girl is carnivorous
Devouring our happiness and hopes.
While we sail through her eyes and beauty
She slowly changes the season
From spring to autumn.
While we exchange our islands
She sets her roots
Watered them by her tears.
Although we don’t bleed
In the end, we are wounded.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
Grab the opportunity
Like your new birth
Without thinking
Whether you will be able to walk
Whether you will leave a mark.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
Colorful life comes into existence
From colorless ambiances.
Sun rays come from darkness
Rivers tumble down through the gorge
Flowers bloom on stems and roots
And finally, life returns to its billet
Leaving the world colorless.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
Our desires promulgate in the darkness
And bring us close
My heart sails through the ocean of your eyes
While your body breaths in my arms.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
The sadness of roots
the calmness of stems
the perfectness of leaves
together brings happiness in nature
in the form of flowers.
Flowers, the happiness of nature, comes
along with thorns
but do they care?
no, not at all
because they do not have time.
And their goal is not to protect themselves
but to make a lucid day and tinted weather.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
Today I talked with the moon
The moon was sad
That we don’t communicate with it
We don’t remember it anymore
Children enjoy PUBG
Moms enjoy WhatsApp and Facebook
No one now sings “Chanda mama dur ke”.
Now writers and poets don’t write on it
Living relations and job pressure have destroyed
the value of letters, moon, air, clouds
in the long-distance relationship.
Technology and computers
Have brought us closer physically
But it seems the distance between us
Has increased only.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
You are still in my eyes
But now I don’t make tears.
You are still in my heart
But I don’t feel the pain.
You are still in my head
But I don’t have any tensions.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
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