Thursday, April 19, 2012


I write for pleasure and for money I draw.
It all is so awe.. (wait for it).. some I see no flaw.

The problem arises when I have to pay bills.
Every month end, pocket is like fish without gills.

Making ends meet is a financial jung.
Kisi mandir me jaakar bhagwan ki pooja karoon bhang.

Never comes a month when I can totally chill.
Hovering like a buzz kill is always a bill.

No wonder what I do I never get a raise.
My boss and colleagues say it is just a phase.

I say it’s a labyrinth an unsolvable maze.
Donkey chasing the carrot unending race.

Chalo ghar chalte hain mere bhai,
Is jivan me nahi badhegi kamai.

Lets drink a pint as we have some time to kill.
Psst… can you please pay my bill.

Pradeep Soni

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Of Human Sort!!

It's not about the win or the loose.
Nor about finding hidden clues.

It's not about a bat or a fancy hat.
Neither about an excessively elongated chat.

It's not just hitting or grabbing a ball.
Of no consequence is the size of it all.

It's not about an hour, a day or a week.
Neither about looking tough or sleek.

It's not about money or a chase or a run.
About jumping over or throwing a ton.

It's about a spirit, spirit of being alive.
Exclusive to human and of human sort.
A spirit which we call sport.

Pradeep Soni