Happy New Year , Happy New Year To You

Happy New Year , Happy New Year To You

Happy, happy new year
To you,
Happy,
Happy new year to you,
My friend,
Ladies and gentlemen,
Happy,
Happy new year to you,
Happy, happy new year to you,
My dear boys and girls,
O, you going,
Take you,
My namaskar, my salaam, khuda hafiz,
God bless you,
May God bless you,
May Jesu be with you,
May the new year bring
Many happy returns of the day!

A a disco jockey, an anchorman
Always with you
Wishing you,
Greeting you,
Meeting you,
Taking by surprise
With my joviality,
My sadness,
My jokes lively and hearty
Just to make you,
Make you laugh
And to keep you in good spirits,
I an anchorman,
A disco jockey
Always joking!

Happy, happy new year
To you,
Happy, happy new year
To you,
I wishing you,
Waving the hands,
Shaking with,
Singing
And dancing
Just to,
Just to please you,
Greet,
Greet you
On the eve of the new year,
A disco jockey I
Jockeying and rollicking I,
An anchorman I
Anchoring,
But forget not to say,
How did,
Did I anchor I,
Just your impression!

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Natwarlal

Natwarlal

Natwarlal the great con man of India,
Natwarlal
Going
With the cigarette on the lips,
The great con man of India
Going
On the way
Tension-free
And with the cigar
Dancing
On the lips
Of Natwarlal.

Friend, your passbook is in your hands
And you going to draw money
From the bank,
But your money lies
It debited,
The same signature,
Ditto,
Already cashed and drawn
By Natwarlal,
The great con man of India
Whom the police failing to arrest
And eh escaping them
Lies dusting the people
And their eyes.

Natwarlal, the great con man,
Con man of India
Whom the spies too failed to arrest
And put behind the bars,
The great con man,
A genius was he
In doing forged signatures,
Artistic as well,
Natwarlal,
Natwarlal a character,
The model,
Character-role
Of the cine artiste.

Natwarlal, Natwarlal is gone,
But his students doing the jobs,
In service,
Many of them
Appointed on fake certificates
And testimonials
As duly signed by
The controller and the chairman
And the vice-chancellor,
The signature is the same,
The certificate too is intact,
But the certificates
Not registered and entered into
The scrolls and sheets of documents.

Natwarlal is not here,
The invisible man,
Vanished.
Vanished,
Out of sight, out of mind,
But his image is,
His followers are there
Working as professors,
Doctors, engineers,
Clerks, ministers
And university officers and officials,
Just say it,
I am,
Present yourself
And you are,
Who dares to ask you?

Just say you, I am a Ph.D. from Chicago,
A Ph.D. in Linguistics,
Who goes to Chicago
And verifies it
And you will retire as
When the enquiry will be complete,
Just say you, I am a Ph.D. from Russia
As an opposition leader,
You say it, I am a B.A. from foreign
As a minister in position,
I am a D.Litt.(Honoris Causa) from Taiwan
For your service to literature
And we shall believe you,
Believe you.

Natawrlal, what to say you,
On your fake and false certificates
Many have retired
As primary school teachers,
They had not even matriculation degrees
And they taught
On the basis of just seven class pass certificates,
Many B.As. posed as M.As. from Dacca University
And taught the college students nicely
Before none could doubt them,
But the critics followed them into steps
For which fled they
Before the rumours could leak
And they arrested
And put behind the bars?

Many quacks pose as not doctors,
M.B.B.S. from India,
But from London
And that too simple M.B.B.S. not,
F.R.C.S., F.R.C.P.
And treating as R.M.P. not
But failing the M.B.B.S.,
The simple ones
Without degrees
Turning into
Homeopath practitioners,
Bogus ones
From physical education
To physiotherapists,
What to say, Natwarlal?

Why to blame you merely,
Natwarlal,
Many your students
Pleaders and judges
Who failed to clear
The law exam.,
Many of the last benchers
Dispensing justice
As for money,
Not for law’s sake
Who used to steal
In the exam hall
And used to attend
The evening classes
Just for name’s sake?

Your Ph.D. my Ph.D., my Ph.D. his
And his others’,
I copying the matter
And re-writing
And putting down
And you putting your initial over
The letterhead
That this is an original work
To the best of knowledge and understanding,
But I know it,
This is not an original work
But copied, mixed
And re-written,
A re-mix
And even that is not
As for re-mixing
There must be some talent.

Natwarlal, what t say to you,
Why to blame you solely
When the gangsters, fraudsters and scamsters
Can be leaders,
I mean the ruffians and the rustics,
Murkhamantris to mukhyamantris,
What to say about you,
If the jail birds can be,
The lathimen
And the buffalomen
Our policy-makers and nation-builders,
What to say,
What to say to you,
If the goons and looters can be,
The cowboys, buffalomen and goatwomen,
What to say,
What to say to you?

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Goggleswalli—V

Goggleswalli—V

Goggleswalli, Goggleswalli,
Have,
Have heard it,
You have turned,
Turned into a heroine,
The girl whom I saw you
At the town square,
Taking a leaf
Out of the busy schedules of life
Passing you past me,
Taking the things into your stride,
The race of life
Racing you,
Gliding, slipping,
Walking over,
But now you
Not the same girl
Who saw I you
Going past me
In style and joviality,
In modern spirit
And temperament,
Now you are,
You are not the same girl
Whom saw I, saw I
Passing through,
Hurrying across,
You are not, not the same girl,
But the changed one,
How have you changed yourself
Over the years
And your specs too have changed over
To golden,
Golden-rimmed glasses,
Stylistic and golden
And you too turning
Sombre and reserved,
Ever ready to change
With characters,
A heroine,
Heroine smiling not
In public places,
But in the theatres
Where tickets are sold and bought,
Oh, the loss,
My Goggleswalli,
How has she changed
Under pressure,
In situations of life,
The lensmen running
For snaps and photos
And she holding press meets
Where went I to meet her,
But she could not,
Could not recognize me!

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Goggleswalli–IV

Goggleswalli–IV

Goggleswalli, see me
But with love,
See me, see me,
But with love,
It is your love
Which hanker I after,
It is your heart
Which want I to be closer to,
It is your soul
Whose kin want I to be,
It is your spirit
That like I,
It is temperament
Which but like I,
See, see me,
But with love,
Goggleswalli,
You see the wide world
With your glass,
But I with the naked eyes,
You looking colourful and gay,
But here lie I
Fallen upon the thorns of life,
I bleed!

Just for the moments
I see you
Racing,
Sliding,
Gliding past by me
At the town square,
The city centre,
In the humdrum of all,
The dull monotony of routined life,
But when I see you
Going past,
My heart stops it,
Stops to
See you,
See you going, Goggleswalli,
My love,
My heart, my soul,
My pulsation,
Beating of heart,
My heartbreak,
Heartattack!

Goggleswalli, wherever go I,
Your images and pictures
Follow me,
Keep following me,
Keep haunting me,
You are my love,
My love,
My heart,
My heart,
My soul,
My soul,
Modern spirit and temperament,
Life-style and living,
Joy,
Joy of living,
The attitude,
Positive attitude,
But know I not,
What it in heart?

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After Smoking Cigars, One Used To Think Oneself A Hero/ The Pleasure of Smoking

After Smoking Cigars, One Used To Think Oneself A Hero/ The Pleasure of Smoking

There was a misconception,
Still it is with the young guys
That they used to make a tryst
With cigars
In the company,
Talking big about
Style, fashion and heroism,
But gone are those days
Of smokers and smokes,
You taking the puffs
And puffing out,
The lit cigar held in,
The trails of smoke rising
And you thinking

As on the beautiful case
We used to see it written
A statutory warning,
Cigarette smoking is injurious to health,
But who hears it
And they smoked
For pleasure,
Love and show
As for habit and fashion,
The cigarette-smokers smoking and coming,
Lit and held in,
With style,
The cigarette burning
And he smoking,
Smoking like a film star
To show
And for addiction.

The senior school boys and the new ones
Going to college
Used to take the tips
And used to give too
As for holding it,
Lighting
And smoking in style
With delight
As it used to open up
Many avenues
As for being smart, bold and frank,
Modern
Even saving the pocket money
Given for tiffins
And the guardians
On hearing the rumours
Used to smell their mouth
And search pockets
As for the remains of tobacco.

The cigarette is burning,
Smokes rising,
Trailing
In curls
Just like the clouds
Floating,
The dreamer dreaming,
Taking the puffs
Thinking something,
Ashes shaken off
Or into the ash-tray,
The cigar on the lips
Dancing,
The match-box not,
The lighter stricken
And the flame striking
To light it.

Unmindful of the warning of today,
Smoking kills,
Not of yesterday,
The statutory warning,
Cigarette smoking is injurious to health
And instead of that,
Taking good solid food
Smoked they,
But today just on junk and fast foods,
How can they,
The thin-bodied ones
Just for to be heroes,
I mean the urban boys
Of the city space
Living
In hostels and hotels
As hostellers and hoteliers
Or boarders?

Smoke, smoke you definitely,
But not without taking good food,
Smoke, smoke you
For pleasure,
May show it too,
But not like a hero
Of the filmy drama,
Be a real hero,
Practical and down to realities,
Not to destroy money
On cigars only,
Smoke you, but spoil you not
Your career,
Develop your personality
But not by smoking so cigars.

The pleasure of smoking,
The negatives and positives
None but a smoker knows,
Not a chain-smoker
Or a cheroot-taker
To be an addict,
But smoke you mildly,
Think you mildly
Smoking,
Smoking and going somewhere,
Coming back
And thinking,
Smoke, smoke you
To add to pleasure,
Not to your woes
After having smoked
And blackened your lungs.

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Goggleswalli—III

Goggleswalli—III

Goggleswalli, you are my love,
Love, love,
The love of my heart,
My soul,
The modern spirit
And the notion of romanticism,
You are the trails of smoke
Trailing
From a cigar
Held in between the fingers
And the smoker dreaming,
You are my shayari, my ghazal,
My lyric, my dialogue,
You my thumri, khayal!

You are dream, dreamgirl,
Dreamgirl,
Somebody’s creative dreamgirl
Coming and slipping past,
You are my love of specs,
The heroine of my life,
A modern girl in the sunglasses,
The goggles
And smiling,
Smiling,
Giving a sweet kiss,
A sweet flying kiss,
Bye-bye,
I’m going!

Goggleswalli, where do you live you,
Live you,
People go on asking about,
Where do you live you,
Live you,
Goggleswalli,
In the cine studio
Or the art studio,
Whose image are you,
Who your photographer,
Goggleswalli?

A heroine, a cine actress,
A theatre girl,
A character
Are you,
Modern and gay
And smiling,
In love with outing
And presentation,
Bothering about personality
So often,
Up-to-date and contemporary,
Stylish and beautiful!

You are the joy of a photographer,
You a play of a dramatist,
Into the scenes of a drama
As directed by a director,
You a character imagined,
In good costume
As per the design of
A costume director,
You a business executive,
A saleswoman,
An announcer and advertiser,
You an art-piece!

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