POETRY FEVER :(
Pressure of boss, is leading to hair loss! Softwares don't crack on Windows or Mac! Girlfriend divine, to you is no more fine! Man of your dream, has no self esteem! In love again, feel like a fool again! Recession on head, and there is no sleep ahead! Heard a joke that made you crack up or choke! Too much alcohol is thining your liver,rhyme it out on...POETRY FEVER :(
Thursday, May 21, 2020
a e i o u' s
Monday, February 23, 2015
Swift Wings
When letters give beats and imagination sings.
No place is too far, as then you have swift wings.
Lay in an oasis, or slip in a shower.
Start with suprabhat, and end with ciao.
Roar in a forest, or in an ally miaul meow.
Life becomes an improbable fascination.
When is lit up the instinct of illimitable imagination.
When letters give beats and imagination sings.
No place is too far, as then you have swift wings
by
Pradeep Soni
Thursday, April 19, 2012
KILL BILL
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.
by
Pradeep Soni
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Of Human Sort!!
Monday, October 3, 2011
A deal with you too
I am a sales man, sell is what I do.
I can sell anything to you.
True Is my story knows the lord.
The first thing I sold, was my umbilical cord.
I was making deals before I could stand.
I got through school by being in a crappy band.
Easy it was, to get through university.
They let me pass for hiding their atrocity.
In the real world soon I was a big man.
Every corporation was my fan.
I was selling stuff across the earth.
They took my word for my goods worth.
I convinced the Indians, the Taj Mahal was mine.
I was selling to the French their own wine.
I brought half the world with my treachery .
My new product was slavery.
Weapons are what I sold to the hungry crowd.
To the market I brought the mushroom cloud.
I am not dead but I live in heaven now.
Also, I own a mansion here don’t ask me how.
I work for the devil and am protected by god.
Beyond your wit is my fraud.
In sleep sometimes I can hear my little girl.
She says I brought the hell to the world.
I whisper back to her these words,
I am a sales man sell is what I do.
I can make a deal with you too.
By
Pradeep Soni
Monday, June 6, 2011
Me,My and Mine
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Underneath
Pradeep Soni