Through the jongole I am went,
On shooting Tiger I am bent,
Bustaard Tiger has eaten wife,
No doubt I will avenge poor darling's life.


Too much quiet, snakes and leeches,
But I not fear these sons of beeches,
Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start,
But noise is coming from damn fool's heart.


Taking care not to be fright,
I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight,
Should Tiger come I will shoot and fall him
down,
Then like hero return to native town.


Then through trees I am espying one cave,
I am telling self - "Bholanath be brave",
I am now proceeding with too much care,
From far I smell this Tiger's lair.


My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start to pray,
I think I will shoot Tiger some other day,
Turning round I am going to flee,
But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting this
Bengalee.


He bounding from cave like football player Pele,
I run shouting "Kali Ma tumi kothay gele",
Through the jongole I am running,
With Tiger on my tail closer looming.


I am a telling that never in life,
I will risk again for my damn fool wife.

Different ways of good night:
In english good night,
In desi subh ratri,
In urdu shaaba khair,
In kannad yaranadi,
In telgu pandatkopo,
Apun ka style chal lurhak le.

Twinkle twinkle lazy star,
Kitna soyega uth ja yaar,
Up above the world so high,
Sun has risen in the sky,
Uth ke jaldi peele chai,
Ye mauka phir kabhi na aaye

Eat with butter

Cut with cutter

when you forget me

You will definetly

Fall in gutter.

HE....He.....Ha...Ha

I woke up this morning in bed
Felt a big bump on my head
My pajamas were blue not red,
I thought my name was Ted

In the mirror I was a fright,
Strange changes in the night
My hair was green not brown
My face painted as a clown

My toothbrush two feet long
Paste purple wurple strong
Rushing to dress for school,
I wondered can this be true?

The superman suit was a trip
I won't wear Barbie's pink slip
Shoes didn't fit my three feet,
But smelled so very sweet

The time was thirteen o'clock
Waiting for me was the Rock
Sitting in my Star Wars cup,
To my surprise I then woke up...

Mowka tha suhag raat ka,
Choudabi ka chaand ka.

Miya ne akar Begum ka Ghunghat uthaya aur bola -
"Begum apto mere Chawthi Number wali jaisse ho!"
Begum ne kaha - "Ye aap kya kah rahen hai?
Mere Dil ko aap chur chur kar rahen hai."
Ruth ke boli - "Kitne ladki aayi aap ke jindegi mein?
Mera Number kya hai app ke Dil me?"

"Tum to Awwal Number ho" - Miya ne kaha
Sunkar Khusi ke mare Ucchal pari Begum Saheba, aur boli.. "ooo Khalid Miya bhi mere Awwal Number theh
Par ab to Aap hai na?"

Sohar bola - "Ye Aap kya Farma rahi hain"
Begum Mushkurakar boli - "Thora Tajurba Mujhe Bhi Hai!"

Wedding Poems