Happy, happy new year,

Let us see itMoving into.Is it an art museumOr a love museumOf strange meeting?Is it about an art houseOr a love house?But there is somethingOf art and the passion for,Fashion, art, design,Memorabilia and memento.The oldhouse itselfThe museum of his novel.

I am going, you are coming,We are conersing and chatting?Even if I am a poetaster, I mean a rhymer,A commoner, a non-poetturned to poetry as for name’s sakeAnd popularityWithout spending money, trying to be a poet,Nothing to spend on pen and paper,Publishing and printingAnd assessment,just go on calling poemsAfter uploading your materials,Posting on the internet…

Aapka ghar kahan hai,Aap kahan rahatin hai,Aapka naam kya hai,Aapka kya parichay hai,Mai nahi jaanta hun.Magar job hi hoAap dekhanei mei to bahut hi khubshurat!On Seeing A GirlWho are you,Where is your home,Where do you live at,What is your name,What is your identity,I know them not.Whatever else be thatYou are very beautiful to look at!

Dealing with lockdownAs for the corona virus,Poems publishedAnd collected and put into a whole.

Or a bad man,How to say it?Was he good,Was he bad,But a man was heSurelyWith the meritsAnd demerits of ownWhich but every man has.Gandhi and his relevancePosterity will say it,For what was he,Lived he.If Gandhi’s statuesAre pulled down,Gandhigiri will remain it here.The loafers and hippies will definitelyNot forget his legacyAs romanticism and modernismAll has been…

That too not with goatee beards,But with the French-cut beards,With a little bit of on the chin,Suited and bootedAnd in the coat and pants,Rushdie,Sir Salman Rushdie.A book for children, it is for Zafar,Whom he meets after tumultuous timeAnd tells about story-telling,The power of imaginationAs applied by Rashid in telling HarounAbout the gift of the gab,The…