Maara toh chhaka varna koi faraq nahin padta!

This poem's for all my girlfriends out there.
You'll be able to relate because we've all been there.
It's this funny thing about men.
That keeps happening time and again.

Unke dimaag mein pata nahin kya chalta!
Muh se kabhi-kabaar kuch bhi nikalta.
Maara toh chhaka,
varna koi faraq nahin padta!

Pata nahin humarein shakal pe kya likha rehta.
Ki koi kuch bhi keh jaata.
Bas yehi sochte saare, 'maara toh chhaka,
varna koi bhi faraq nahin padta!

Nabbe pratishat jo tareef kiye jaate,
saare ke saare tharki hote.
Aur baaki ke jo das bechare,
Unko ladki patane nahin aate!

Jo tareef pe tareef karte,
bahein, unse aap door hi raheyein.
Tareef ki bhi hadd hoti hain.
All of them just want to get there.

Par aise logon ki ek khoobi hoti.
Unhe khushi nahin milti kewal daal chawal roti.
Bura nahin lagega tum kitna bhi mana kar do.
Kewal skirt mein ghusni hain unko toh!

Aison ko aap seriously mat le lo.
Hasi-mazak mein aap baat ko wahi chod do.
Unke dimaag mein yehi chalta ' maara toh chhaka,
varna unko bilkul koi faraq nahin padta.

Saalo-saal prayatna karte rahenge.
Pighal mat jaana tum, bura nahin maanenge.
Aur bees ko wahi farmaayenge.
Usmein se koi na koi toh haath aayenge.

Kyonki jo serious waale hote,
bahut alag hote hain unke tareekein.
woh sirf compliment nahin karte.
tumhari soch aur dil jo jaanne ki koshish karenge.

Bandi shaadishuda hain, committed hain...
Tumhari status ki fikar ya kadar nahin.
Bas patloon mein hain ghusna.
Maara toh chhaka, varna koi faraq nahin padta!
-RUELHA 
www.ruelha.com 
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This poem is purely literary. Please read it with an open mind and out of respect for the written word. To me, writing is my life. There is nothing I love more. I have a very creative imagination. Most of my poems do not hint at my life/situation. Kindly refrain from drawing such parallels. Much of what I write is purely fictional. I have always written from my heart …about topics that I am passionate about – Christianity, makeup, melancholic poetry, food, romance, women’s issues, soulful music, narratives etc. Given the circumstances, my gender, situation, geography etc., I feel the need to put up a disclaimer every time I write a romantic/melancholic/intense piece. Everyone is entitled to an opinion. But, please don’t interpret this poem in a way it was not intended. That is just my humble request. Please note, some of my writings may contain material unsuitable for children, especially this one is meant to be light-hearted. It’s very colloquial, typical-Bambaiya. It’s not shudh or respectful Hindi. It’s meant to be funny, not offensive. If you attempt a literal translation, you might get confused. The main line has references to the game of cricket.

11 Comments

  1. “To see a world in a grain of sand
    And a heaven in a wild flower,
    Hold infinity in the palm of your
    hand And eternity in an hour.”

    Yes! This! by William Blake..

    Not to Dance Sing That Scoring the
    Most ‘Sixes’ isn’t Impressive in ‘Cricket’…

    Not Sure What That is Yet it sounds ‘Chirpy’…

    Yes Hehe i Consulted Google A Bit on it too HAha…

    Yet True to Find Muse in Every
    Breath Every Step Every Word

    is Indeed

    A Divine

    Path of

    Life With No Need…

    Amazing Rue i Used to Play Life

    As Such A Spectator Sport Audience
    Member of Someone Else’s Sports Team Indeed
    A Pretty Good Cheerleader it Seems too as When i Supported
    The Miami Dolphin’s NFL Football Team At Age 12 They Won Two
    NFL Football Championships Consecutively Unheard of Feat Until
    the Point Hehe When i Supported the Team That’s Not All Then There

    Was High School And Our Panther Team i Supported that Won Yes A
    Runner-Up-to-State-Championship And Two in A Row After That Truly
    Amazing in 1977/78/79 in the State of Florida And No That Wasn’t All

    As The Next on the Line-ups of Hit Teams Was Florida State University
    As the Whole Team Went Legendary The Years i Supported them Last
    taking Note of the Team Winning A Championship in 2013 Shortly after
    i Recovered in Hell and was able to Use my Eyes and Ears Effectively
    Again after 66 Months Shut-in As You’ve Surely Heard Before Haha..

    Anyway Other than Supporting the Atlanta Braves Baseball Team
    for a Year or So and them Winning A National Championship too…

    Probably Just A Big String of Coincidences that Who i get
    Behind Wins Wins Wins kinda Like Katrina and her
    Disorder For Not Aging Much it Seems still at
    51 Years-Old Similar With my Sister Reaching
    60 Years-Old This August True as Well

    Hmm.. Anyway no Longer a
    Spectator i Love A
    Challenge

    to be

    Mused

    By The Smallest

    Parts of Life no More

    Than the Bigger Parts of Life True

    Really Just A ‘Snoopy’ Way of Life Finding

    A Party of at least one Wherever i Jump For Joy in Life With SMiLes..

    Hmm… Yawn Life isn’t that complicated Just Smile And Carry A Breath With ya for Real Now..:)

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    1. Sweetie, it’s kinda crass that’s why I wasn’t too happy to translate. It’s a bit funny if you read it the way it is. Can be perceived in very negative light if I translate;)
      Hope all is well with you Preeths. I’m sorry I’ve been away and unable to check your posts or respond for a while now. I’ll get to speed in a while….hopefully. 🙂

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      1. It’s okie. 😉😉 How have you been? Seems you become busy bee. 😄😄
        Don’t worry about not reading my posts,I can totally understand. All is good here. ❤️❤️ Hope the same with you. Take care dear Ru. Love and hugs 🤗🥰😍

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