Frivolity & fandango:

Unicycling urban brown bears

Nimbly they hula hoop!

Ants along the stone
Up and down on strings they go
Will they ever know?

When I was very little,
I landed on an orange rose's outer petal.
Then, ran and ran, round and round,
on and into the jalebi-like path, and stopped
just before the innermost chamber,
just above the heart of the orange rose.
Then, calling all my strength, I took a dive into its heart,
Then, what I did find inside, is indescribable,
So, I won't describe. If you want to know,
be a little orange freak and dive into the orange paradise...

My crazy classroom is really very insane,
The condition of my classmates is very hard to explain.
In front of Rajmangal Sir, no one dares to chat,
The boys in my class are fearless like the big cat.
We always messed around Pujari sir because he rarely shouts,
Many never care and thought 'what literature is all about'??
The teaching of Vivek sir made me study hard,
Sir's favorite topic used to be probability related to the card.
Specifically, sir's voice that can be heard from far away classes,
He treats everyone equal and shows us the right path whenever he passes.
Few words of Yogesh sir create a nice atmosphere in the class for us to study,
He explains things like our buddies.
Alok sir is one of the most experienced teacher we had in our school,
So no one can ever try to make him fool.
Now coming back to my own class,
Were few are serious of studies and few meant for time pass.
Swapnil is the one who studies in advance,
Some are always ready to sing and a few ready to dance.
Ayush and Kshitej Meshram are called the world bank,
Seriously they are like cheques, signed but amount is blank.
Because of boldness Smriti resembles a boy,
The quarrel between me and Vinod is what all enjoy.
Piyush is a genius but he doesn't admit,
Sachin is the person which always talks ****.
Actually, Amit is called a silent killer,
He has the potential to reach from Dravid to Miller.
Then comes kancha my friend,
His small eyes and lovely smile is what in trend.
Nived and meshram are the music champs of the school,
Because of music there, a mind is always cool.
Then comes dabad who is very hard to understand,
He always does the work which is well planned.
Meshram is the one who does what he wants to at that moment,
He always wants to be ahead of his opponents.
Also, meshram and sachin are always ready to play kabaddi,
But on the court instead of playing, they just jump like poppy.
Then comes my bestie Toppo,
We have taken many photos from pujari sir's oppo.
Mitesh is the moody person in our class,
Only for a short period his sweetness usually last.
Bongali is one of the favorite characters in the class we had,
He says English so fast that it makes the students mad.
Then the besti pair of sandy and Loki,
For them in kabaddi the funny player is Prajapati.
Shubhum is intelligent and very shy,
How can he be so silent makes me think why??
Vishal anna comes the next in order,
Seeing him and his partner I think they had a speech disorder.
Maravi is the hidden football player that not many know about,
He is really intelligent than Vinod no doubt.
Shishir is my best friend; you are part of my heart,
We go through ups and downs, but still, nothing can tear us apart.

I'm here
No knock, knock
Just a text
Come on in
Up the Stairs
Get comfortable
on the bed

Hey, by the way,
"What's your name?"
"Want a drink?"
“Come here”
Tongues meet
The radio playing
Today's hits

Pull em down low
Play hard
Think fun
Time’s up
Back on
Down the stairs
And out the door

Twisting the cap off that first beer;
Always the best but made so much better by
Sounds of Purple Rain,
And those you hold most dear
Talking about
Music and food and
Times in their youth.
The crickets cheer as we
Reminisce in the 'here
And now'-
Relaxed smiles
Clear the skies as
Night falls, whilst
Stars appear;
Lightly dappled on the ground.

How many colours fit in your hand?
Is this a question you'd understand?
How many palm trees obey your command?
Unless you are dreaming, I'd dare to say none.

How can a word go swimming in land?
That makes less sense than a musicless band.
Lightly drawn bridges, which taste naught but bland.
Don't trust your own words, unless they are fun.

A desert will bake you with deafening sand,
As much as a cloud will make you less tanned.
That's more than a cockroach could ever withstand.
The words on your tongue would melt in the sun.

your discomfort is my greatest pleasure
I smirk when you shiver
shift uncomfortably just a sliver
don't worry honey, I'm a giver

your silence is my favourite sound
I giggle when I catch you off guard
or plant quiet kisses on your lips, hard
you look at me with eyes starred

your pain is my happiest feeling
I am warmed when I give you an ache
and I can feel you underneath me, quake
it's my thirst you always slake

and honey, you're a giver