My girl wants a nickname


My girl wants a nickname
As she hides her face
Whenever we are together
And of course, on the bed.

My girl wants a dark room
As she loves doing new things
But does not like to reveal
The secret of her fire
Whenever we are together
And of course, on the bed.

 

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar

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Shape of eight


I love curvature
With the shape of eight
And if you think you have
You can have my pocket and wallet.

I love big curvature
With the shape of eight
Oh baby
Do and do more
Pushup and squat
If you want to have
My pocket and wallet.

 

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar

The thump in my womb


I want to dream
But I am hurt.
Would you touch me?
To make my heart
To pump out the blood into my mind.

I want to fly
But I have a fear
That my wings are small and weak.
Would you touch me?
To make my heart
To pump out the blood into my wings.

I want to go on long walk
In the night
But I am afraid of their eyes and darkness.
Would you be my man?
To protect me
By keeping your arms around my waist.

I want to swim
But I can not breath so long.
Would you touch me?
To make my heart
To pump out the blood into my lungs.

I want to feel the thump
In my womb
But I am scared.
Would you touch me?
To make my heart
To pump out the blood into my uterus.

 

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar

This Summer


This Summer
The night will be longer
The day will be brighter
The flowers will sing for me
And the stars will blink for me.

This Summer
She will be dressed up for me
In the morning
And will take shower for me
In the night.

This summer
She will be a queen
For a new kingdom
To rule it as per her wish.

This Summer
Her hair will shine without shampoo
Her feet will be red
Without color on it
And her lips will keep speaking
To the mirror
Just by imagining my thirst
On my dry lips.

 

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar

This summer


This summer
A new bird will fly in the sky
With its new and strong wings.
And it will fly to woods
To make a new nest.

A new flower will bloom
To welcome sunrays and night dews
Every morning.
A new river will flow
To nourish seeds and making noise.

And a new star will be born in the sky
To make night beautiful
And to enhance the beauty of the moon.

I wish the nature preserves their tenderness
And hope they provide their fragrance and light
In my life till my last breath.
Waiting for this summer
To sing a new song
To sleep on a new bed
And to welcome a new walk.

 

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar

Ozlum


Ozlum – Ozlum
मधुरम – सुंदरम।
You are a beauty like Jhelum,
Ozlum – Ozlum
मधुरम – सुंदरम।

You are a beauty like Jhelum,
Which is a river in Panjab,
but still flows in the heart of everyone.
Ozlum – Ozlum
मधुरम – सुंदरम।

Your eyes reminisce me,
The battle of Hydaspes,
Between the great Alexander and Porus.
Ozlum – Ozlum
मधुरम – सुंदरम।

 

Parmit Singh Dhurandhar