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

Future and Past


I can imagine 2050.
But I can not imagine 1050
by reading books of history.

I can imagine technology,
environment, social issues, media in 2050.
But I can not imagine these things in ancient times.

We have lost the proportionality
between the future and the past.

I can imagine family,
children, responsibility in 2050.
But I can not imagine family responsibility in 1050.

We have reduced the diagonal of a picture frame
disproportionate between the present and the past.

Rifle Singh Dhurandhar

We are hotties


Hey guys, you are naughty
We are hotties
Let’s hang together
And make some parties.
You could cook
And we would shake our booties.

We are from the south
And we want some mouth
To grasp fresh air
Without doing any jogging.

We don’t have any dream
So no strings
Just hang together
And make some parties.
You could cook
And we would shake our booties.

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

Valentine’s Day and the second law of thermodynamics


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

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