Tiffin number 247-365

Do nivaalon ki kashmakash mein rehjati hai rooh bhooki,

9 se 5 ki menu mein khwaabon ki roti rehjati hai sookhi,

paisa ban chuka hai namak,

khaara nahi hai, sirf hai chamak,

jimedaari ki garmi se taptey hui asshayein bhi hai rookhi,

5-star ke sapno mein har raat ke khaaney ki recipe hai chooki.

To them who said it won't be,

scrolling down, set me free,

now or never,

do you reason or savour,

tumbling down,

is the ghost of a clown.

Miles to go, smiles to sow

Dear love, you make this city a better place,

every dawn a better day,

every morning more welcoming than before,

and every night cozier than afore,

you are magical, like an angel from folklore,

I am sure you will do the same to Bangalore.

But while you are there, remember that this city will miss you,

And don't fret if you miss it too, just go back the calender and count, for each day I will kiss you.

Mei -tra

friends with day and friends with night

spinning smoke, sometimes black sometimes white

friends with sorrow and friends with glee

legion of tears, some restrained some free

friends with sense and friends with lunacy

droplets of dreams, some clear some messy,

friends with the ocean, friends with the desert

a grain of sand, sometimes washed sometimes weathered,

a strand of thought, sometimes distant, sometimes nigh

friends before greeting and friends after goodbye.

Sea Grains

Thundering loud, lightening and cloud

dark and dusky, coarse and husky,

Million little droplets, each with a smile

and a big blue sky, chuckling through the veil,

Pleasant cool breeze, caressing the soul

like a young girl wrapped in satin stole.