Tears and dreams
there is no difference at the end of the journey.
Insult and honors
there is no difference at the end of the journey.
The end itself is an honor.
Defeat and win
there is no difference at the end of the journey.
Once you are in a ring, you are a winner.

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

Men too

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 coin

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