Give me a mirror
Give me a mirror
I thought your kiss meant everything to me.
I thought you were the world for me.
But I was wrong.
I realized my world is within me
My peace is within me
And not outside.
The outside is just a black hole
Not more than this to me.
The dream I saw with you
It was pure, was true.
But now I understand it was not meant for me,
Not meant for us.
I was just a moon
that was Reflecting you and your world.
Now I want to radiant my inner world.
Rifle Singh Dhurandhar
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
कोई गरीब नहीं है, कोई अमीर नहीं है.
चंद सिक्कों का खेल है सब, पूरी तस्वीर नहीं है.
ये हंस-खेल रहे, उन्हें कोई सुकून नहीं है.
संसाधनों की लड़ाई है ये, कोई तकदीर नहीं है.
उठो, बढ़ो लड़ो और संघर्ष करो, महाराणा बन के
पढ़ो और बोलो की मुग़ल जालिम थे
वो कोई जिल्ले-इलाही नहीं थें.
इतना क्या शिकायत खुद से मुंतशिर?
ये आवाज और कलम किसी और की नहीं है.
Dedicate to Kavi Manoj Muntashir.
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
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