English Poetry

Yes yes yes

I am a beautiful mess

you can come in

you can go out

you can love me

you can even shout

but I stay the same

recite one name

judge me, leave me, accept me

Love me, kick me, reject me

Why you want to change me to forget who I am

If you did not like me, why loved me then

you can leave it empty or you can reside

just one meeting then you decide

Live your life forget the age

Either we break it or accept the cage.

  -- Amrik Khabra

Translation of my Hindi Poetry

Poem : Description of a flower

I tried to describe the properties of a Flower

In many Languages

The beauty and fragrance remained the same

I wrote an Ant to the Elephant

But the size of the Elephant did not decreased

Then I wrote Elephant to an Ant

The size of the Ant remained the same

I wrote stone instead of Water

But water kept quenching the thirst

and kept flowing in cascades and rivers

Then I wrote mountain instead of Air

But air kept flowing singing through leaves

I lost in thoughts

What language Nature Speaks

“ Kudrat De Sabh Bande”

means All humans are

son and daughters of nature

I started finding meanings 

and intent instead of words. 

-- Amrik Khabra 


Where the world has taken us

Look where humanity has  arrived

Where you starve for a drop of Love

Love is jewel of the soul

Body is beautiful but withered without Love

Contribution of the body is definitely in making love

But without love the body is just a vessel, it is maya.

If love is in the heart, that is the real attraction

The one who attracts the body is Capital (material)

sit close and talk for four seconds

Heart is thirsty for your Love

It was very important to write this song

Won't hit the market I know

It has not sung by a celebrity

My heart has sung it

let's leave it and smile

Your given smiles are still outstanding (Remaining)

Amrik has stopped earning money

And rubbing his pen on paper

-- Amrik Khabra

How do  I, How do I know

What she expect

Do she want my love

or just want respect

I don't have a clue

if I go purpose

would she accept

I have a little fear too

what if she will reject 

--- Amrik Khabra

English Poetry wrote for Someone

Listen My Dear

Throw away your fear

Set your Soul Free

Feel my spirit standing next to you

Just like a huge tree

Come in my arms

I will cause no harms

To admire your beauty

I consider it my duty.

Thank you for being accessible

Do not worry about me too much

Cause I am invincible. 

----- Amrik Khabra

Translation of Punjabi self written poetry

Out of seven colors of nature

three got stolen

Please God protect me

You are the only support

The remaining four colors in my hand

Please give me insight to utilize them

How should I express pleasure and sorrows

and whose pleasure and sorrows I can write

writing after leaving career job

wasting papers by writing

why do you not write for money

people are surprised to know

I talk to the trees

You are just like me

Why don't you go to work

How you meet your needs

-- Amrik Khabra

Free Style English Poetry

Please Let me declare

That real love is rare.

But people don't care

I search here and there.

When real love shows

how it happened nobody knows.

Then calculations starts

Bills and grocery carts.

Money makes the mare go

I will leave an empty space

Money will not fill it though

Lived moments together are priceless

other moments just paid the bills

I can see the truth of life

Sitting on the top of hills.

We are conditioned 

forget formal traditions

Allow the heart and soul to speak

Don't mind let them call us freaks

We are the lucky ones

We had some real fun.

We have touched few hearts

Don't worry let them call us flirts.

I did not hurt anyone

in case of doubt you can come

Hug me, kick me, sit and talk

I am a songbird not a hawk.

---- Amrik Khabra

Let me sing, Let me sing

I am a simple person not a king

So let me sing , let me sing.

I can not afford a big mansion

It's OK , I have no tension.

Happy or sad, I am not mad.

In between I can swing.

let me sing, Let me sing.

I am not a good singer 

I am instrument with missing string

Your fingers, each with those rings

I don't dance with attached strings

Never mind never mind

I am butterfly not bee that stings

So let me sing ,let me sing.

---- Amrik Khabra


Two lovers made love

They merged like water merges water

They met like breeze swirled through 

branches of a tree and kissed every leaf

rain drops touches the sand of desert

A river meets the ocean and renounce its identity

Yes they felt as one

-- Amrik Khabra  Feb. 23,2024