Things I lost, Things I gained...

How was my stay?
I asked to my self,
Was it bright, was it dark, or may be grey?
Puzzled as I am always,
started pondering,
penning it down,
cause words define me, define my thought,
define my soul..

Ah ha! I had good time..
I found you all, n we became friends,
and some friend came close..
touched my life, heart n soul
What fun! what joy!
That "official break"
we all wait for n enjoy..

Yes I gained, not only you,
but plenty of fodder for my brain,
enriched by this new experience,
though I got hurt at times,
but at times I gained...

It was worth to be part of this,
part of you all,
part of some beautiful hearts,
reason for some heart burns,
and off course some heart breaks...

And did I lost something,
yes lost myself,
to a waste cause..
but that’s what I always do,
get carried away, get lost,
and then discover my self again,
to ask this question,
Is it worth, what was the gain?

Comparing both the parts,
I decided to quit!
to discover to tread again,
some other unknown path,
to get the answers again..

You all won't be there,
in this new quest of mine
but you will always be with me,
Cause you are what I gained...

1 Patra Bade Bhaiya Ke Naam

This letter (patra) is between 5 of us.

I mean to say me and my four office friends

Me: Deep = kalam wali = jhada wali

Deepika = 4 baal wali = choti bahane

Gurri = Vibhishan

Pooh = 40 baal wali

Pawa = bhaiya

As one of our dear friend Pawa left the company about a month back and promised to us that he will treat us when he will receive his first salary. Also we all are participating in Delhi half marathon except him so Gurri is trying to persuade him to get pickup and drop service till the venue.

So here it goes...................

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Gurri: to Pawa

Om
Om Namah Sivay!
Om Namah Sivay!!


Pujyaniya bhaiya

Charno me sadar pranam. Hum sabhi yahan kushal mangal hai aur Asha karte hain ki iswar se aapki sadaiv kushalta ki kamna karte hain. Yahan ka smachar sab thik hai. Sabhi aapko bahut yaad karte hain. Aapka vyapar wahan kaisa chal rha hai. Aapko ab pure mahine wahn ho chale hain. Aur ab to aapka pahle mahine ki tankhwah bhi milne wali hogi. To sabhi ghar wale bol rahe the ki sabhi gaaon walon ko amantrit karke ek bada sa bhandara ka ayojan karma chahiye. Hum sabhi aapka nam aankhon se intezaar kar rahe hain. Aap jaldi hi is rangarang karyakram ka ayojan padhar ka ise sampurna kijiye.
Aur 1 baat ye hai ki main novermber ki 1 tarik ko delhi me ayojit hui adha marathon wale daud me maine bhag liya hai. To yahan se itni subah yatayat ka koi sadhan uplabdh nahi hai. Soch rha tha agar aap apna 135CC wala DTS-I engine yukt fatfatiya leke aa jate to hame jane me suvidha hoti. Aap bhi wahan jaoge to bahut anandit hoge. Bahut sari manoranjan ki samagriya wahan pe uplabdh hai. Indralok se pariyaan bhi aayengi. To agar aap bhi hamare saath chalet to achha hota.
Achha ab ishwar ka naam lekar patrant karta hun. Aapke aptra ka intezar karunga. Aap wahan man laga ke apna vyapar karma.

Pranaam

Aapka apna
Vibhishan

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Deepika: reply to Gurri

Pranaam bhaiya,

Vibhishan ke neka khayaal hai…. Agar aap waha aayege to aapki 40baal wali ko bahut acha lage ga….atha hum asha karte hai ki aap waha pe jarroor aayege or Vibhishan ko bhi lekar aayege… kyun ki uske bina Queen Sharama (jhada wali) dukhi ho jaayegi…

Aap ki choti bahane

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Pawa: reply to Gurri

Are ye kaise kasie mail aa rahe hain, lagta hai mera mail id kisi email marketing wali company ke haathon main chala gaya hai.
ye sala bihaar main bhi email marketing companies khul gayee hai kya....

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Deep: reply to Deepika

Are O!,

Umar mein badi aur kad se choti bhena,
Aga ap patre mein logo ke bare mein aise likhengi to dehlijiye, abhe to hum kewal patr ka likhit uttar de rahe hain, kahi mokhik uttar dene pe aye to kuch jyaad he chotti ho jayngi.

Apke uttar ki pratikshya mein nahi,

Deep

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Pooh: reply to Deepika

Dadi kaun khujlata hai jiske char bal hote hain…….dil ki baat kahe to kahein kaise….isliye yaha bhaiya ke madhyam se saiya kaha gaya hai…..

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Deepika: reply to Deep and Pooh

Are bhano,jigar ka tukada,meri aadi jaan….
Aap ne to dil pe le liya… main to srif bhaiya ki hi bhane hoo ne…
Kyun ki last mail main 40 baal wali or 4 baal wali ke biche main huye yud main bhaiya ne 40baal wali ko apane liya tha..to mujhe to choti bhane bana hi tha…. L
Or jhada wali to default hi Vibhishan bhaiya ki thi….

Aagar aap logo ko meri baat se dukha mila ho to,aapki gunegar…….

Bhaiya………………………

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Gurri: (Forwarded exclusive from Pawa) to all
Bade bhaiya ne aap ko ye kataksha kiya hai

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Aie sala ye sab to aapas main hee lad padi.............maje lo
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Pawa: reply to Deepika

Are balike humka laagat hai ki chutka kaala dil jalat hai kahin.....

kono baat naahin bachwa toka bhi mil jaat boyfriendwa......kaahe jalat ho ....

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Deep: reply to Pawa

Bahut sahi, badke bhaiya: lekin ap ek bhool kar rahein hain. Ihaan koi Boyfreindwa nahi, 4 bal wali badki didi ko to ap heya chaiye...

Jara gaur se dekhiye unka letter mein apko harne ka gum...

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Pooh : reply to Deep

NAHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII………

Meraa _____________________________________ sirf mera hai……

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Pawa: reply to Deep

Are uuh to hum janat hain kalam wali baai per hum bhi ka karen .......kiss kiss ko ....................aage aap khud hee samazdaar hain....

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Deepika: reply to Pooh

Arre 40bal wali bhana aap pareshan mata ho…..bhaiya srif aapke hai…main to unki choti bahana hoo….

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Deepika: reply to Pawa
App sab gayan se door hai……. Isliye aap sab asi baat kar raha hai……

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Pooh: reply to Deepika

Ab kuch acha lag raha hai…. J

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Deepika: reply to Pooh

Dekha bahane main aapka dukha jaanti hoo….
Krapa kar ke ye gayan jahada wali ko bhi de…

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Gurri: reply to Pawa

Namaskar bhaiya,

Aaap to hamare praso ka utaar karna hi bhul gaye hain. Aur apna parivaar basane lage hain. Hamare gaaon me sabhi ko unke prasnon ka utaar aa gya hai, lekin mere prasno ka koi utaar nahi aya hai. Aur ye dono chutki, badki jab dekho apna prem prasang leke suru ho jati hain. Aapko kya se kya bana diya hai in dono ne. Hum jaante hain aapka umar ho chala hai aur baal bhi lagbhag sare jhad gaye hain. Lekin is chote vibhisan ki pida ka bhi samadhan karo.
hamre 2 prasna nimnlikhit hain;
1. Kya aap apne charn kamlo ko le gaon me vishal bhandara ka ayojan kar rahe hain?

2. kya aap apna vahan leke Delhi ke adha marathon me hame leke jayenge?

Apka
Pyara vibhisan

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Deepika: reply to Pawa

bhaiya aap Vibhishan bhaiya ko bol do ki aap aa raho ho or usidin bhandara ka bhi aayojan ho ga,uske mooh pe ........ J

aap ki choti bhane

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Pawa: reply to Gurri

Are bachwa tumhaar pratham prashna ka uttar to ee hai ki, abhi humaar jama naahin hai, aur dukaandaari bhi pakki naahin hai..to bhandara wandara to abhi naahin ho sakat.
aur tuhaar dusare prashna ka uttar hum de hee rahe the ki baamen tanik twist aai gawa hai.....are tum to janat ho hamar mitra amitwa ko...unki dharampatni bhi ja daud main bhaag lewat rahi...parantu ab wo naahin jaa rahi hai....to ho sakat hai ki hum jaayen wo ki jagah...

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Gurri: reply to Pawa

To kya aap ye batana chahte ho ki aap apne mitra Amit ki dharampatni banke jaaoge.

Hey bhagwaan. Aap kitna badal gaye ho. Hum saath challenge aapke vahan se to aram se wahan sabhi bhoj bhandara karke ayenge.

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Pawa: reply to Gurri

Are babua kaahe ghabrawat ho agar hum gaye to tum hee jaoge hamare sath hum vachan dete hain......

praan na jaye vachan chahe chala jaaye....

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Ab hua samapt.........

Friend n Friend

When you stay quite, you make me afraid
And when you shriek, again me afraid
But when you smile you make me smile
Make me happy, and life stays by.

You say quite, I say scream,
You say no, I say yes
But still we are friends,
Nothing to say or express
What say??

Pooh Says-

Yeah this bond is one of it’s kind,
We are free still something binds!

Rising with sun

Eager to see the dawn,
I lay awake at sea shore,
Waiting for my dawn!

Sun will rise from that farthest corner,
Separating sky from sea
The rays of light faded then sharp,
Will fall on water, will spread across the sky,
Painting the canvas with color,
Colors changing, and
Changing scene with every stroke of that brush,

I am cold I am wet,
My eyes are dull and weak
Weak to face the light,

Slowly with its rising head,
It will fill my dead eyes with life,
I will feel the warmth seeping in my skin,
Penetrating even further touching the soul

Oh! That would be the dawn,
I am waiting for,
Waiting to catch with life again,
Life will flow through my cold blood,
Colors of the canvas will shine in my eyes

The next step

irty, polluted,
profane, to be disdained
I wait for His blessing,
Purify me, lift me up,
Hold me & bless like thy child.

Touched by thy I am sacred,
Pure as bud, light as a feather,
Seed ready for new life…

Lifted from litter,
Dirty gutter of human miseries,
I rise,
To embrace a new life,
To take the next step

Debt

born, raised, brought up,
supper, attire, tastes,
pennies, love, care
indebted, debtor, creditor

those smiles,
or rebukes’,
sitting with me,
or walk for miles
awake till late with me,
working late for me
my favorite dish,
that temple kiss
Me in head even away,
Ringing me every day
Trust on me, care for me,
Belief , “yes you can be”
I can never pay,
Can I ever pay?

My rival or best pal,
Share your crayons with me,
Taking blames for me,
Hiding my bad deeds,
Fighting for me indeed,
Feed me like mother,
Care like father,
Support as pillar,
Guide me, lead
Tread the path I may walk,
Plucking away all the thorns
Sweet milk chocolate,
sharing your sweets
doing my homework,
working on my project,
I can never pay,
Can I ever pay?

Playing the first game,
Saying I am prettiest dame,
Stealing pickles for me,
Reserving my place
My hope in a surprise test,
You were the best
Praying when I am ill,
Paying my little bill
My proxy in class,
Sipping from same glass,
Still remembering when we are away,
Parted apart,
but connected by heart

Eyes

Sparkling diamonds
Naughty at times,
Can’t be more serious,
Crystal clear,
Washed with tear,
Sacred with fear,
So much to say,
So much to share

Read them,
Or lost in them,
gems in all shade,
but can’t trade
can’t stole or loot,
can just win,
win by losing heart.
And then see the sparkle,
Precious most,
Just yours!

Me right or my...

Sage or emperor,
Preacher or warrior
Surrender to right or suppress by might
Choose thy path,
what heart say, or be it brains way
it is a contest
I verses me
no one to tell,
no argument to sell

A journey for all,
But many lost,
Few survive,
Luck bunch wins
Some find victory in loss,
For rest win is all
But who shall I follow,
Again brains might,
Then where goes
Heart,

And again I am lost,
In maze, loosing my days,
In this never ending quest
a quest called life,
to find if I am right,
or tell yes I am right,
or to sell I am right,
Puzzle again standing tall
Where to find heart,
Or give up to reason’s call

Me right or my…..

Why I am here?

Hard to find
To feel or say,
And harder to stay

With life lost
Lost in maze
What am I doing,
why doing,
plugs my mind

is it the name,
or some other thing,
I am chasing?

Even why am I here?
here at all,
To see the dead faces,
Or to be dead?

Wild grass growing

Wild grass growing
Wild thoughts,
running in mind.
What’s after death, am I ever going to find

Rosy pictures are some
&
some are full of sorrows
"Is this all god has given?"
Enquired I to sparrows

Sky full of clouds
a misty morning
every face is hidden
why so, I am always wondering.

Wild grass grows
eating the beautiful tulips
Sadness grows in me
Taking away the smile of my lips.

Save the tulips
Save me.
O lord save the beauty of life
For all,
to see.

when you were somebody

when you were somebody
then you knew where to go,
when you knew where to go,
then you knew somebody

now you are lost,
broken and torn apart,
far away from life,
wandering in search of path.

now you are nobody,
you don't know where to go,
when you don't know where to go,
then you know nobody

Waves n moon

Thy rose high, to touch sky
& grab the moon, make it live near by
went higher and higher,
Rocking the ships sailing by night,
Drowning people, death winning fight,

Thy greed became so strong,
That it went beyond the sea,
& banged church’s gong
Lives are lost & places are ruined
Hope lost, faith n happiness doomed

Just for thy lust n desire,
Waves conspired with tempest,
Just for thy lust………..

Wait for you life long (Song)

You were there for me, waiting by the street's corner
but now you are gone,
n I am gonna wait for you life long.

I remember all the moments,
moments we spent together,
with my hand in you hands,
n my head on your shoulder,
My ice-cream you knocked down,
and then sharing your cone,
those chocolates those flowers you brought for me,
told me that your love only I own.

Now that you are gone far,
far away across the sea,
told me to wait for you,
promised you will come for me.

since then I am waiting,
waiting to hear you sing,
sing to me your love,
promises to give me everything.

I don't ask for anything at all,
just want you to be with me,
no roses, no chocolates,
just you holding me.

I am sure you will come,
come back for me,
no matter what others say,
I will wait for you life long,
Life long I will wait for you.............

V Day

Story of Numerous V- day’s Lived by unknown Martyrs of Love

Some sweet moments down the memorie lane,
just love and no pain,
Yes I remember you,
I remember you this way,
Cause I met you on V- day

I do recall first glance of you,
wearing denims & new shoe,
holding bunch of pink roses in hand
n your cheeks blushing pink too,

yes I do recall every thing written by fate,
How could I forget you,
you were my first date

Tears roll when you go away (Song)

Tears roll when you go away,
Heart sinks when you say goodbye,
Life stops when you say u are not mine…….

I am alone in crowd when,
u are not by my side.
I loose all when,
Someone takes you by my side.

My day starts with you,
My nights r bright with u,
My songs r complete with u,
My song wants u n only you.

Aa aha…Aa Aha……..

Voh! don’t go away………
Don’t you go away,
Without u I can’t……..yes I can’t stay…..

Quote

It is easy to submit yourself in front of terror,
it is even easier to be a part of it,
but it is difficult to stand in front of it
and it is even hard to fight back.

Mother Nature

Mother Nature seasons all,
Man frowns,
So he can’t reasons all!

In frenzy he digs her heart,
womb in which he grows,
he tries to tear apart,
but still she feeds them all,

He mourns & digs deep,
Bliss is in acceptance,
Which he doesn’t know.

& still living in ignorance,
he tries to quarry gold,
but ends up with fool's gold,
thus goes on thy unending quest.
digging deeper & deeper,
but still finding no solace no rest!

Mother wants to teach,
His intentions are put to test,
He fails & in bid to succeed,
He stoops in exceed,
Affluent he becomes,
Leaving himself hollowed.

Hollowed as if eaten by termites,
hollow as crying within and laughing outside,
hollow like the tree,
falling down in gush of air,
still she loves, nurtures & cares,
she showers love in all her words,

Still she bestows her riches,
His longing for happiness,
Brings him back to nature,
She pours her heart out,
Subtle, serene & calmly she pours,
He drinks the nectar,
Intoxicated & rejuvenated,
He soars,
To become moron!
Moron but still her beloved child,
That’s why she blessed him with,
eyes to sparkle & lips to smile,
stubborn yet favorite,
giving countless chance to rise after fall

Who says mother is impartial,
Yes she is partial, partial to child called man,
Showering him with nectar,
Sending clouds to save him from tan.

Mother contours,
Amazed Man,
Bewildered by her beauty & enigma,
Satisfies his hunger,
C raves for more,
Mother still truly & kindly,
Keeps on pouring,
From the cradle till death bed,
Embraces him,
Even after death, cuddles him up.

But thy lust makes him see,
just his gains,
& thy ignorant of her pains,
Pains given by him,
killing her other Childs,
wasting her gifts &
breaking all rules,
how long she would bear,
wounds inflicted upon her.

She suffers & bleeds,
Still she worry for him,
Treats her wounds as his right,
Bestowed to him for unknown reasons,
She gives & just gives,
Shattered, Betrayed & disappointed,
Mends herself just to serve,
That’s her nature,
That’s why we know her as Nature!

Not jus mother her daughter too,
serves him this way,
taking al the pains,
thinking of no gain
She comes from far land,
crossing mountains, tackling stones,
reaches to him, satisfying his thirst,
giving water to plants to grow,
and satisfy thy hunger,
Obedient sister, she is river

Flowing not to gain,
But to blend,
Tides up & down to amaze,
Shows her fury,
At the apathetic face of him,
Comes back to her nature,
Flows silently & calmly,
Surges with gush of water,
In her banks, keeps her flow,
Man surrounded by nature,
To learn & to become,
To bear & to adore.

Little grains roll,
& reach to that small pond,
left behind by her,
Drenching themselves in her nectar,
They start spreading wings,
wings of life,
Life giving life to man,
thus she keeps on showering thy,
love n blessings,
she makes the life move on,
will remain there till eternity,
even when
many of his generations are gone.
Teaching him to stand up,
Stand up tall,
In front of all odds

She is dug,
Yields water,
She is sowed,
Harvests gold,
She is the base,
Gives a hold,
She is mined,
Yields coal, petrol & gold,
Man inflicts scars,
She takes the toil,
Quakes, slides but still holds,
Sources the life &,
Sustains the life,
The only planet,
Home to the species,
Maker of the heaven,
Yes, heaven on the earth,
That’s earth!

He looted her,
of all her beauty of all her jewels
kept on poking her,
giving innumerable sorrows,
but even in thy outburst,
she warned him before,
to go away far,
far from the danger zone,
She gave him all the places,
all the wealth,
but asked for nothing,
but always giving,
She is the essence of all
life begins with her

It was soft and shiny day

It was soft and shiny day,
but alas! was not going to stay.
gloom was taking over,
dark blanket covering the sky.

and I was that little sparrow
learning to fly
Afraid!
took refuge inside my mothers wings
inside I was desperate to fly.

fly till I touch edges of sky
fly to make the whole world my
fly till nothing else is left to fly
inside I was surfing in the sky.

but dark dragon of clouds was
conspiring with the wild winds.
aming to kill my dream
and making it harder to stay.

my dream was fading, sinking in my heart
just then she went flying in the stream
turning and twisting playing with dragon’s eyes
she called me out and gave back my dream

took away the gloom n made it gleam
holding my wings she took me out.
telling me,
“You are made to conquer the skies
Never let your dream die in your eyes.”

In my dreams I can see you (Song)

In my dreams I can see you,
In my arms I can feel you,
You are my heart n my soul,
For nobody-nobody can stole.

It says I love you
It says I miss you
I can’t survive … can I survive without you……..

I am happy inside
I feel pretty outside,
When you are around,
My heart takes wings n fly.

I gonna go wherever you take me,
I wanna see the world from your eyes.
Want to live each day with you,
Want to spend whole life.
Cause u are my heart n soul
For nobody – nobody can steal……..

I am here for you (song)

some day you gonna dance to the tune,
some day you gonna rise to touch the sky
some day you gonna feel happy,
and some day you just want to cry.

be it any tune of life,
feel free to express,
cause I am here with you,
cause I am here to hear your song.

life is a beautiful song,
at times slow at times fast,
you get the tears you get the joy,
you be lonely or have a blast,

Be it any shade of life
feel free to express,
cause I am hear with you,
cause I am here to paint your dreams.

Oh ho! life is going to flow,
flow from your hands safe in mine,
with your dreams sparkling in my eyes,
cause I am here for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.....

Beautiful o'

Beautiful o’ morning
beautiful the evening
but think of the dusty n crowded noon

Bright the sky, bright the faces
clear the lanes
all& all working hard
spinning gold out of hay
Sun in middle showering heat
People sweating hard in busy street
laughing &enjoying work
in spite the roasting heat

Beautiful o’ morning
beautiful the evening
but prettiest of all the dusty noon
Beauty of thy in sweat of brow
in people standing in row
in players playing the game
in old man’s hand weaving on the frame

This is the truth of noon
not morning’s dream
it’s the truth
Life realms.

Sick Mind

sick mind plays cruel games
games to soil known names
to hell with love,
to hell with trust
and thy plots, schemes
tearing bonds of love
poking beautiful hearts
and just giving endless pain

I am right
so what if don't have might
by hook or crook
I will gain

immaterial who is getting hurt
why to bother
its my bonds
why u care

Just the gain,
u call it lust
be it
u call it callous
I see.
but who cares
let u say any bit
but I dare.

Life without you…Better than with you…

World is quite strange,
different in its own ways,
Strangers act as friends
and friends as strangers.

If you cry they will make you smile,
but when you smile they can't bear it for a while,
Life is good when you are alone,

I trusted to trust no one.
I trusted to be on my own,
Cause they were never yours,
never to call your own.

I do not know if I am right in my ways,
but I know I am lesser hypocrite
then others, who do not show.

I am talkative, but I cannot help,
But yes better then talking to them,
I will talk to my own self...

Life without so called friends,
Would be bit empty,
But at least my soul would be free,
Not indebted for their false support...

Just Me

Some worlds I live in
World with me,
With others,
Without me,
With no one

To find myself
Not so easy
Look with my eyes or your
Perhaps their
But still, hard to find

Oh! See me,
With flowers now,
On the rocks
Now rocks on me
Bit messed
Still clean

Staying alive is not difficult,
But its hard to be seen
Seen as me
Not his or her someone
Not that car owner
Not that fellow passenger
Or neither girl in skirt
Just as me.

Easy to play pretty face
Easier to play ugly
Hot headed or meek
Bright or nerd
Alas hard to be just me

Just me
I am trying to be
You too?

Reason

Reason is for all
Reason to be happy,
Or to be sad
To love or to hate,
Reason to fight,
Or set it right.
It is in everything,
Yet lost for it!

Paradoxical isn’t it.

Reason rises from all,
Big or small,
Win or loose,
Stay or go away,
You live or die,
It is reason for
Others to learn,
To grow or to burn

Reason lost or found?

Imagination (Song)

When the heart sinks,
And the colors fade,
Dark clouds cover the sky,
& its reign of Bade

I want to see that silver line,
That sparkles at cracked corners
And I hope to be happy again,
Again to see the flowers bloom
Again to taste that fresh apple,
And to see the birds fly again


Seeds which are perished won’t grow,
But seeds coming from far land, yes
the fresh ones we will sow
Again will see the green lands,
Green wheat turning golden,
And taste the fresh ripe

Its hard to believe that will happen,
But not hard to imagine or to dream,
Cause dreams take us to the lands,
Lands we had never seen.
Yes it is my dream,
But would come true,
Cause I do believe in miracles,
The magic wand working through

So when the heart sinks,
And the colors fade
I will see with my Imagination
And make my way……..

Between Us

We fight,
But we both are right.

We are miserable on sharing food,
As we savor same taste,
Also we both don’t waste.

At times we can’t stand each others sight
But dare any body tease anyone of us
Then for him there is no respite.

Both our crush is same
She is a loving caring beautiful dame,
But to keep on match making with her is our game.

We both fight,
Day and night
But together it’s only our might

It Hurts To Be Alone

and you are far from me
in the dreams
you can come close to me

It hurts to be alone
it hurts to be away
it hurts to let u go
It hurts but I can't say
as I cannot come near
there is so much I fear

some day...
there would be some day
when I will say
will ask you to stay
stay near, stay forever
and the you can come
Close to....... me...........

Wicked

They say some & not all
but I say
Not some but all
You got to greedy,
you got to be mean,
But hide it,shoooo
not let any one see.
Let you be a mystery,
not a open book,
Let you be some one in history,
not closed book,

You fill you bowl
Hide it behind,
Then ask for more,
It oky to some extra,
extra which not belongs to you. Ha ha
It pays to be clever,
It pays to be shrewd,
But yes, hide it,
not let any one see.

Tempt them to come after you
then shoo them away
let them think of you,
but none dare to say
Its good to be wanted,
It good to be famed,
But yes never get tied,
never be tamed

Shy Smile

Shy Smile
But very shy,
afraid to be seen,
silent at bottom,
is that hint of smile.

Some how inhibitions
let it stay there,
quietly without making any noise,
& none can guess it is there

Not coward but afraid,
afraid to face mocking face
afraid to touch corners,
of those dead cracked lips.

even slightest hint of
it looking toward the top
makes my heart sink
again it opts to stay
silent at bottom.

India Awakens... Ting Ton Savior

India Awakens... Ting Ton Savior

All the fuss these days about making people aware about voting asking them to vote specially to the generation X and off course Y. Generation, known by the alphabets appearing at the end of tail. BACK BENCHERS. Every thing starts with wasup and thing which count is how kool u are. No I am not also of a special type differing from them in any aspect, similar thinking, similar outlook.
Every news channel is it the most dramatic Aaj Tak or so called for the well educated and sensible people NDTV (English Only); every channel is flashing this thing only. How the youth is awakening and letting others to rise. BE THE SAVIORS OF DEMOCRACY, BE THE SAVIOR OF INDIA. How can I forget the kool RJ’s talking about it, Looser Lokesh, man learn it from them it is kool if you have the mark.
To hell with it. What are you selling, what all the fuss is about? You are not telling people why to vote you are telling them, it’s a tattoo GO GET IT.

You are not talking about we are being robbed by these bunch of corrupt politicians cause we do note vote, why the correct voice never gets heard in the house, why you are scared to be right. Till now only the naive villagers or the Jhuggi wall was voting that’s why the politicians are surviving. But what is the difference between a slum guy who is voting for chicken and desi, and this motivated educated youth whom will vote because it is in. Is this about selling fashion, is this all about being similar to that page three guy whom I heard on that talk show.

If this is called rising and awakening, I would rather prefer to sleep. Listening to all this some times I feel like slapping the anchor uttering this crap (nothing Personal).
Its high time people should realize what politics is and what democracy is. What is governance and yes what is good governance. Where would we head, if we are going to get the good governance.
It’s not about getting rid of the bunch of old players of this game of politics, its not about being in favors of congress or BJP or perhaps the third front. Some of these alliance are not even strong enough to stand, leave alone walking the path and they talk about stability, moving the nation forward, and what not. It is not also about bringing in any bodies son or daughter, or that filmstar, or even that socialite.
It’s about learning that who fits right in the job, and if nobody fit for the throne why is it so.
Rise, not to get the kool mark on your nail or to impress your girlfriend, but rise only if you want to understand how important it is to have a good government, how your freedom and wel being along with the collective well being of the nation depends on it.
Yes “agar aap vote nahi kar rahe ho to so rahe ho” lekin agar aap voting ka purpose he nahi jante aur vote kar rahe ho to aap kabhee jag nahi sakte aur na he yeh desh jagega.
Vote karomagar khuli ankhon se. Vote not because anybody is asking you to do so, but to get a responsible government, so that next time the government bows down in front of any international power you can ask them who gave this right to them, so that the good policies which are made should not remain just on paper but get implemented on ground level, so that you do not have to wait and die but still do not get justice, so that next time when they come to ask for your vote you can choose to reward them or to slap them, so that you do not have to beg to anybody for the right of no vote (why should I give my vote if all ineligible candidates are standing, so that next time none of them muster up courage to stand up in election and face you.
Don’t be generation X or Y just be a person who never learned to bow down to any power to any temptation, cause you have not only studied but also learned to differentiate between right and wrong, cause you do count, cause you not just claim your rights but with all heart accept your responsibilities too and fulfill them.
Let them learn that we still believe in power of “WE the PEOPLE”, let al learn that pawns are not for sacrifice but they are the wall, the castle, you mess with them and you fall.

celebrate life

Atop the mound of dead,
A voice came,
Voice that was soaked in terror,
Trembling, still hint of courage,
Frail figure emerged from top of the heap,
Pale and dark, Shocked, still pink with hint of life,

Yes I am alive,
Alive to see the world,
Alive to be seen,
With every thing lost n
Everyone gone what is left for me,
But still there is relief about being alive,
But still in middle of all I wanted to survive,
Not only me but all doing so
Cause life’s charm wins over death
So celebrate life...

I Fly....

Choosing between right and wrong, is not what I do, I do what my heart says. I Fly......

I am Delhite

I am scared, I am coward,
But will boast of my strength,
I am Delhite

I am stupid, I am ill read,
But I will boast of knowledge,
I am Delhite

I am selfish, can starve my servant to death,
But I will boast of charity,
I am Delhite

My house is clean, I drink packaged water,
But make the river sewer, & boast of clean city
I am Delhite

I hate the traffic; I hate everything about my city,
But I boast the slogan ‘I love Delhi’,
I am Delhite

I can see a rape in front of my eyes,
Can see a brutal murder but won't make a whisper,
But I boast of my living conscious,
I am Delhite.

Police is Goon and Politicians Corrupt,
& I boast of Democracy and Rights,
I am Delhite.

Conversation across Metro Tack - Spring 2009

Yesterday was a really pleasant day for me. Me and two of my friends decide to have morning walk at India Gate. Though we made plan to meet up at 7.30 am, we were only able to catch up at 9.300 am, but still it was really one of the finest Saturday morning for me. After having stroll at India gate with lots of jumping and dancing we headed towards CP and form there boarding a metro we headed to Rajori. Finishing our business there we headed back to Delhi Metro to ferry us top our destinations. ( p.s. I am cutting it short here as my subject would then be left far away.) So finally at 2.00pm we were parting, and two us were going toward CP and one of my friend was going towards Dwarka. We parted wising each other good bye though we are going to meet again on Monday and other days ahead. And as Me and Pooh climbed up the stairs I saw her waving to us. D was on other side of the track, and we started with our sign language as it is pretty hard to make yourself audible across the track. After few quick signals we realized that people are staring us but still with our unabashed spirit we continued. Alas this was to stay for just two minutes as D’s metro arrived and she left.
After she left we both were now involved in each others talk and just then I noticed a guy across the track having similar conversation with a girl aside me. And I tell you I was as much enthusiastic and involved in that conversation as we were with D. I was not just a spectator, I was a part of it, similar to those dozen of people who were staring us but actually were part of our conversation.
Across the track not only we were conversing but the platforms’ were also alive with that talk. Some people enjoying it and others irritated with it but yes they were not invisible they were part of our story.
Bye D