Lily from a valley
Taught me a dance
How to make a move
While a girl is in arms.
With every good move
She gave a kiss as a reward.
At the beach near Santa Monica
She told,
“you can do whatever you want.”
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
Category: Kiss
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
The kiss was for a moment
Pains are permanent
Tears are temporary.
Intensities are temporary
And shadows are permanent.
The crowd is with me for a second
But loneliness is till I die.
Flowers are for a day
Trees are for generations.
Success is for a second
Failures are for life.
Her kiss was for a moment
But the memory is till I die.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
Kiss
Kisses are meant to travel million light years within a second.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
Your kisses are marijuana
Your kisses are marijuana,
For me,
How can I stop to inhale?
Every wave inside me,
Wants your arms around me.
For such small thing,
How can I forget to dream?
Your eyes are moon in my sky,
I cannot walk alone,
In the dark night,
How can I leave you?
Parmit Kumar Singh
I am lying on the floor
I am lying on the floor,
Cannot live now any more,
So come back baby,
And, give me a kiss,
I want you on my lips.
Don’t be egoistic and rude to me,
Leave your ego,
But don’t leave me.
Why cannot we be together?
Once again,
Why cannot we walk holding each other?
Once again,
Why cannot you listen me?
Like the way you did in the beginning.
I am dying on the floor,
Cannot live without you any more,
So come back baby,
And, give me a kiss,
I want you on my lips.
Parmit Singh Dhurandhar
चुम्बन : दांतों का खेल
वो एक कातिलाना,
अंदाज रखती हैं,
मेरे लहू की,
एक प्यास रखती हैं.
लोग कहते हैं जिसे मोहब्बत,
उस शम्रो-हया के पीछे जाने,
वो क्या -क्या ख़्वाब रखती हैं.
वो टकराती हैं राहों में,
अपना दुप्पट्टा लहरा के.
हम अपनी नजरे झुका के चलें,
तो भी शरीफ नहीं।
अपनी शराफत के पीछे जाने,
वो कैसे-कैसे नकाब रखती हैं.
दांतों का खेल है,
चुम्बन मोहब्बत में,
तभी तो बुड्ढों पे वो,
खिलखिला के हंसती हैं.
हम जैसे जवानों की जल रही है,
हसरते कुवारीं।
और ओठों की अपने ही दाँतो से,
वो दबा के रखती हैं.
परमीत सिंह धुरंधर
Kissing your partner has no meaning if your teeth are not involved in that.
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