u, me and barish
miss u in this beautiful weather
under the pouring sky
having a hot soup or garam pakoras
and sipping a cuppa chai
beneath the pavement under a shed
where the is roof just above our head
making us rainy watery muckery
waiting to swim and look all duckery
as from our work, off we fled
pitter patter clatter tatter
we walk on as we tred
rimzhim zhilmil tapur tupur
and the works of fabulous hinglish
slowly making us feel so clinglish
mushy cushy become we all
having nothing but a joyful ball
in the rains into ur arms
under an umbrella
ready to fall
in love
all over again
with you...
my dear, i miss you.........
under the pouring sky
having a hot soup or garam pakoras
and sipping a cuppa chai
beneath the pavement under a shed
where the is roof just above our head
making us rainy watery muckery
waiting to swim and look all duckery
as from our work, off we fled
pitter patter clatter tatter
we walk on as we tred
rimzhim zhilmil tapur tupur
and the works of fabulous hinglish
slowly making us feel so clinglish
mushy cushy become we all
having nothing but a joyful ball
in the rains into ur arms
under an umbrella
ready to fall
in love
all over again
with you...
my dear, i miss you.........
stuckon...
First experience of death in life
As a new bride
In helping change the clothes
On the cancer struck bed sored corpse
Of the bedridden grandmom-in-law
When the skin of her back rips off
Sticking on too my memoir.....forever....
As a new bride
In helping change the clothes
On the cancer struck bed sored corpse
Of the bedridden grandmom-in-law
When the skin of her back rips off
Sticking on too my memoir.....forever....
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