He said, It was just business!
And that's when I truly realised the difference.
You have to get your hands dirty
Because it's either you or him who'd get lucky
Hurling abuses and stinging pain,
They fail to realise it's left a lasting stain.
You meet a man who sticks by you
And he comes in a time where righteousness is left with only a few.
Its where everyman strives to survive
Guard down and your blind spot an eagle would eye
Reletless you thread amidst banter and slander
Jumping over every pit laid by a tormentor
Unflinched and determined you pick up pace
Walking tall you are the Jack amidst dark Aces.
I write poems on topics that move me in Hindi and in English. You may also find a few sketches which I try to sometimes draw for fun's sake (I am no good).
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Jack Amidst Aces
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Saath hoon
Saath saath guzra bachpan humaara,
Saath par jaawani nahi
Tumne choda hume beech raah
Par tum haara saath humne nahi choda
Vaada kiya tha saath doonga
Bula le aaj bhi mujhe, saath tere khada miloonga
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