Father and Ex

I missed my father
More than my ex
As that was the best father-son pair
That was selected by Nature.

My ex and I
Were just a choice made by us
And we were still looking
To find the best.

The love between my father and me
Was blind
Without any expectation
Full of appreciation and enjoyment.

The love with my ex
Was a force, which strength was
Proportional to my success rate
But my success rate was inversely proportional
To the availability of another successful man.

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar

The day I turned 18

The day I turned 18
The world was changed
I started enjoying the mirror more than the wind.
I understood the relationship
Of the flower and bumblebee
Without reading the chapter on pollination.

I loved the change I was witnessing
Inside and outside of my body
Everything was like a slow music
Or like a water stream
Until I was forced on bed
To teach what love is.

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar


It’s my body but with your sweats
My eyes but having your dreams
My dried lips with your smells
I don’t know
It’s my soul or you living inside me.

It’s my heart but beats for you
My veins carry blood that only boils for you
The adrenal glands, fat cells,
The placenta and the ovaries are my organs
But you stimulate them to make estrogen
Without you, they are on menopause.
I don’t know
It’s my body or you living inside me.

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar


She cares for his pocket
He cares for his body
And this is called a pair from heaven.

She looks for his biceps
He looks for her waist
And the connection is from the heart to heart.

I am single because
I don’t have a pocket in my trousers
And meditation does not affect biceps.

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar


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