O Bumblebee
I am not on a tree
Just come to me
And make me horny.
I am not in my twenties
Nor in the thirties too
But the dream is
To be someone’s queen bee.
The desire is still like the first night
The fire is still like a storm in the sky.
But the dream is
To be someone’s queen bee.
Just come to me
And make me horny.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
As I see the mirror
After your given marks
I feel to be in your arms
Like tangled DNA.
Our arms and legs having the bond
Like A, T, G, and C
To have a semi-conservative life.
Rifle Singh DHurandhar
The dream I have is dying
I cannot do anything to make it survive.
The color of the sky
And the smell in the air
Keep reminding me that
I am not from here.
The enjoyment of technology
And the excitement of advancement in technology
Donot provide any happiness.
It just makes us to forget from where are.
Social medias are increasing
Without any social value.
We are creating jungles of selfie
And not of trees.
We are sharing our happiness
Without involving anyone.
In the last, we are alone in our happiness.
The more I want to go back
The more I am addicted to it.
We shout we are creating a world
But it is pseudo, and virtual.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
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
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
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
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
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
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
You are like a fire
and I have a desire
to melt my candle on your fire.
So, when my candle melts
its droplet will fall in your fire
and becomes the part of the fire
to keep the fire alive.
In the end, I will loose
all my candles and
fire will be still there.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
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