Bread ke liye jaise souce hota hai
vaise har boyfrnd zaruri hota hai
koi phon mein hamare balance dalwaye
koi naya naya phon dilaye
ek tujhe branded kapde dilaye
or ek tujhe dominoz me piza khilaye
koi luks mein hero to koi ghost hota hai
per har boyfrnd zaruri hota hai
koi darlng koi dear koi sweethrt
koi janu vanu koi baby shaby
sab yaad krke tym paas bada mast hota hai
par har boyfrnd zaruri hota hai

KASH MERA HAR SHER AISA HUA KARE
JINEIN SUNN DUNIYA WAAH WAAH KARE
MERE SAAMNE SE GUZRE KOI AISA HASEEN
JISSE DEKH KAR MERA DIL THA THA KARE
JO AIK BIVI KE NAAZ NA UTHA SAKE
PHIR WO SHAKHS KYON DOOSRA BYAAH KARE
JO TABIYAT KI TARAH BIGARTI RAHE
AISI MEHBOOBA SE KAISE KOI NIBHAYA KARE
JHOOTI AAN BAAN SHAAN KI KHATIR
INSAAN KYON APNI DAULAT TBAAH KARE

Madhosh the sitare mausam tha ashikana
Shaadi nayi nayi thi rishta bhi na tha purana
Dulha taras raha tha sunne ko filmi gana
Dulhan ne sharma kar sajan ka kehna mana
aur boli
Bhaiya mere raakhi ke bandhan ko nibhana

My Brave Battalion of Thirty Two !
Here is a dirge dedicated to the wisest of all of you.
Incisors eight that hacked and bit the toughest of the tough
Molars a dozen that gnawed and chewed the foodstuff
Canines four that tore and split the edible
Premolars eight that crushed and ground even the incredible.
They were my winsome warriors, hungry like a hound
The Incisors did pounce and the Premolars did pound
The Canines cracked and bade the Molars to munch
Together they won many a war with a potent punch
They were the Architects of my face who gave it its contour
They gave me that well set winning smile to allure
I treated them with chips and chocolate, toffees sweet and sour
Hardly did I realize that the treat marred my army's power
Oh, how my army squirmed in pain and made me weak!
My adding years widened the gorges and made them meek
Like a pampering parent feels the shame to see his spoilt brat
I suffered in silence to see my battalion's defeat so flat
The villains let the bugs creep in and dug many a trench
Gave me sleepless nights and filled my breath with a stench
I longed for my wisdom tooth who would tell me what is right
He just peeped out doors but the gums barred him tight
The despaired dentist sighed in fruitless frustration
Used tangy Tooth pastes and mouth wash of multi fashion
His efforts failed to get my Wisdom Tooth sane out of His crust
And my Hero breathed His last before He breathed His first
While the priest within makes preparations for His last ritual
I swear to attend with firm love my warriors residual
Now I am here, waiting in grief to bereave His demise
My salutations to thee, My unseen Warrior Wise!

राजनीति की रेस में वह थोड़ा ही दौड़ा
प्रायमिनिस्टर बन पाता अपना मधु कौड़ा|
बन पाता मधुकौडा,महिमा कुर्सी की न्यारी,
पोलिटिक्स में गठ-बंधन की यह बलिहारी|
कहें "शलभ"कविराय समय था बिलकुल थोड़ा,
वरना सारा देश बेच खाता मधुकौडा

Ek Hai meri Pyari gudiya
Lagti hai wo zehar Ki pudiya
Pet dabaao pon Pon karti
Naak Dabaao Rone Lagti

Wedding Poems