I gave her a rose
He came in a car.
She chose him
As she did not want
To go to his room by walking.
We cannot create energy.
We can only transform or conserve
Energy conservation is important in the 21st century.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
I gave her a rose
He came in a car.
She chose him
As she did not want
To go to his room by walking.
We cannot create energy.
We can only transform or conserve
Energy conservation is important in the 21st century.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
Nothing changed
Since you left
I cry
And you carry.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
I always wanted to change the world
On my first day on the campus
I saw her giving a speech
How to change the world.
Rest of the life
She spent to change my life
And rest of the life
I spent to change myself
For her happiness.
Finally, we are divorced
Her last sentence was
“The world cannot change.”
“And men too.”
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
A woman never feels
But she develops that feeling in her man.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
My dream is to have a dream everyday
Because achievements are my past and dream is my future.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
There is a spark in her eyes
To live with a perfect man in the future.
There is a man in her arms
She says, “you are my perfect man.”
In her speech, there are words for an ideal world
Kindness, fight against poverty,
Morality, loyalty, and equality.
There is a man in her arms, who is married
She has been asking him to divorce his wife.
On her lips, there are different shades of color
Depending on the situation, night, music
Mood, and emotions.
There is only one color in her heart.
There is darkness, darkness and darkness.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
जिंदगी जहाँ पे दर्द बन जाए
वहीँ से शिव का नाम लीजिये।
अगर कोई न हो संग, राह में तुम्हारे
तो कण-कण से फिर प्यार कीजिये।
राम को मिला था बनवास यहीं पे
तो आप भी कंदराओं में निवास कीजिये।
माना की अँधेरा छाया हुआ हैं
तो दीप से द्वार का श्रृंगार कीजिये।
जिंदगी नहीं है अधूरी कभी भी
तो ना अपहरण, ना बलात्कार कीजिये।
माना की किस्मत में अमृत-तारा नहीं
तो फिर शिव सा ही विषपान कीजिये।
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
The pain in my heart
Is like a river now.
It is wider, sluggish
Without heavy waves
But deeper now.
The pain in a heart
Is like acoustic waves.
With time
The wavelength becomes wider
With smaller amplitude
And waves become
Transverse from longitudinal.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
After making lots of kisses
I realized
The sweetest
The purest thing
In this world is honey.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
Candlelight dinner
To sleepless nights.
The journey for creating a heaven
in this world.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar