Gift, Chocolates, Earrings
God, Pictures, Greetings
Milk, Tea, Coffee
Smile, Hugs, Kisses
Three times three
Were less for you.

Dip, Sauces, Creams
Chat, Letters, Messages
Text, Pictures, Videos
Car, Cards, Car-rides
Three times three
Were less for you.

Love, Life, Laughter
Sadness, Cries, Disaster
Nose, Tongue, Lips
Hand, Legs, Hips
Three times three
Were less for you.
Eyes : my left, my right
And between them
The 3rd.
Everything for you!

The police found her body.
Her body when she was dead.
Who, none did know.
But blood did flow.
Her blood, when she was dead.

The doctor felt her pulse.
Her pulse, which was as dead.
And with a twist
He turned her wrist.
Her wrist, which she had bled.

They called her parents.
Her parents who had fed.
There broke a cry.
Many throats turned dry.
Turned dry, on her death-bed.

Then friends were called.
Her friends; and tears each did shed.
Told when they lived and laughed.
How did this happen instead!
Her death; and why she was dead?

The parents were questioned.
Her parents still filled with shock and dread.
Then friends and familiars, then strangers too.
None of them, no one had a clue.
No clue, what made her bled.
But blood did flow
And so did life.
The life around her.
The life, when she was dead.
            
                                                             - Nandish Malhotra

Maybe the fire wasn’t enough

To keep things burning.

And it required just a puff

For which both were yearning.

But my heart wasn’t cold

As I am told

Over & over again.

Maybe you’ll get married

To a rich man, one day.

And I’ll be just another.

If in some gathering

Our eyes meet, yet again…

Or we do cross each other,

I expect to see that familiar touch.

But nothing too much

To attract everyone’s attention.

Nor do I want a mention…

Of the acquaintance we had,

The times we spent

And how we were mad!

In Love…over & over again.

                                                       -Nandish Malhotra

Love happens at first sight
And love is blind.
With eyes or without eyes
Love may not happen
And it might.

It is the best thing
Which ever happened to me.
It ruined my life.
Left scars on my body
My career, left and right.

Love is a beautiful feeling
Which ends in happily ever after.
Or they never saw each other again.
Still wished good and prayed
In darkness for other's light.

It is an ambition spark,
To make jovial men serious,
Work hard towards crazy goals.
And a potion for grave looking
To laugh with delight.

Love is the best form
Of punishment one can give
To innocent souls, trusting in nature
Who tricked by the cruel world
Don't seek revenge or fight.