Soul Searching

One fine morning, i woke up with a thud
my head felt as though i had lots of Bud
WHO AM I? didnt know & was asking out aloud
my visuals were smoke filled like Delhi's cloud

opened up my lappy,
as if by routine
went to the Google search,
like a guy addicted to nicotine

typed the query, hit enter & kept on looking
impatient as a kid opening the chocolate wrapping
got the result & it was as per my fear
'soul-searching is not supported here'

A hot summer day

six, alarm clock malfunction
Seven, the day has just begun
eight, idly & dosa my friend
nine, beating the sun to the city's end

ten, feeling divine in the aircondition
eleven, succumbing to coffee's temptation
twelve, keep staring at Excel & VB
one, cant keep hunger at bay,u see

two, eyes are closed, am i awake?
three, work, thats what i try n fake
four, i am bored & the monster is unleashed
five, tracker is cool, my mentor agreed

six, bag is packed, all set & done
seven, feeling hot & my head just spun
eight, lets make it three for the day
nine, lookin into the cellphone's display

ten, virtual avatar & first life's death
eleven, the master waits with bated breath
twelve, some random shit & movies too
one, still awake & the time is two...

Love Affair with Pakistan

loaded batting, bullets nil
pathetic bowling, hurts our dil
struck by a ga(y)le, came up SHORT
the stay,it was as brief as a F**T

always followed them a day later
following mirza's love letter
everyone sing,
'All over now' by alicia keys
goodbye WC t20,
we are going home with the pakis

One down, one to go

a month is gone, a month to go

WTF did i do?

emptyness is all i feel

i maintained status quo

lots to do, i keep saying

did nothing at all

i while away all my time

in the training hall

cappuccino, mocha, latte

tried each & everyone

fast asleep, both in & out

i am just having fun

some hr gyaan to motivate me

i turn around to king

its a familiar tune i hear

its the same i sing

A crazy night (Ft. King)

It started with a promise
3 of them gave it a miss
It was NOT a celebration
but setup after a group discussion

it aint even started & the skies were crying
running for cover were us & the king
he was on a drinking binge
he creaked like a door's hinge

truth about his travels
stories on his travails
an impromptu jam it was
boy, did we have fun en masse?

piglets, bevda's all of them BLED
vodka did its job & he had to be led
easy, the cab was not even in sight
Oh My God, what a crazy night!