who the hell are you?

no no don't get me wrong here.. i did not ask any who the hell you are,
the question was asked years ago.. is still asked by someone living far far far,

who the hell you are.. are you ceo of google.. or the ceo of any other foundation,
are you film star.. are you a singer.. a sports person.. any other with temptation,

with a lot many desires in life and to get the things in life that one really wants,
are you any of these.. if yes then stay.. and if not then get out.. n listen do not haunt,

hmmmn.. before i could reply in simple words.. that i am what i am n doing what i like,
my job that i love to do for living.. my hobby for writing i get inclined to put in words for hike,

but before i cud reply in these words.. the door was slammed over face n was closely shut,
from inside.. and the words kept buzzing  me.. who the hell you are.. though i knew.. but,

why would that someone listen to the fact.. since i always knew n i always know who i am,
the one who simply holds on with own tasks ..with own beliefs..with own faiths..in own Ram,

the one who i believe is strong.. all personal beliefs i feel.. but what if its not of someone's liking,
i do not know.. except the fact.. the poser.. who the hell are you.. i said nothing.. but still spiking,

since years.. the someone.. with the poser..behind me.. who the hell you are.. you are,
i know i am an ordinary human..  but what do i do with the question.. been asking from that far..


                    who the hell you are??..

                           :)..

oh!!!!..

oh!!!!.. what the bloody hell ever lasting.. yet the changing.. mortal and the real in true,
forget about visiting.. i live.. bloody hell.. wanna know how.. then chaley aao.. n see through,

the prism of heavenly glasses you wear.. perhaps in heavens live the people having no stick,
that is why they all look same.. n none is special.. how can one be special without giving a kick,

to a start.. tonight in the bloody hell.. full of adams n eves.. enjoying the flavour of juicy apple,
ipods.. or what else.. connecting all the times.. in bloody hell.. unlike in heavens that simply grapple,

with the dictats.. do not do.. do not meet.. do not say hello.. n do not embrace each other,
wow what the heaven.. unchanged since time eternal.. nevertheless.. way to hell is rather,

hellish.. yet quite fascinating since what may n what does happen after wards is simply sexy,
n the kind of hell.. the bloody hell.. exists here somewhere.. who visits whom.. let us see....

                               :)..

..comfortable..

comfortable thats what i felt about you.. thought you living in comforts,
with all amenities means n resources besides.. then what.. missing spurt,

or thrust.. i do not know.. what i know.. the earth is round n sun rises from east,
those who love.. always meet each other.. yeah almost always..n then feast,

upon.. together n may be share one single plate may be full of good rice,
or cup of ice cream.. cone.. golguppa.. kulfi.. what else.. oh the rum with nice,

may be on the rocks.. anyway all good things na.. but then guess what,
in the name of pretending.. i/we wanted to meet.. but diverted.. dont get hurt,

ok.. whats wrong in having the choices.. n why should i feel awkward n bad,
since that day i have never felt hurted.. i am fine.. n normal.. i have i had....  


                          thanks........

..grace in age..

grace in age.. or age with the grace.. that i do live these days,
my greys over my head n body.. tell.. naturally..there is a real say,

it says.. look buddy you are not a film star.. nor any other super rich,
who can afford all the surgeries on body and face.. you know of which,

kind.. yes i do know to some extent.. but for sure these are very expensive,
these need heavy monthly or weekly expenses.. yeah i know these are of distinctive, 

who can afford.. anyways.. i live my life with my own face skin and body,
my aches.. my pains.. my creases on my forehead my wrinkles are no parody,

these are actually in real on my face.. and forehead.. yeah the greys on head,
and with these i live my age with grace.. am fine with life's great thread....


                          thanks...:)

Quite.. Quite please..

there is a saying quite common and quite interesting and quite likable this i said,
and as i was about to tell the saying.. in words.. some simply interfered.. just from the shade,

thinking the word quite was about her.. and here all i said.. quite nice.. quite beautiful..quite likable,
quite talkative.. quite social.. quite friendly.. quite civilized.. and quite stable,

so some quiet adamantly... quietly took these upon her..sticking all quite adjectives.. around her room,
quite excited.. quite quarrelingly.. quite steeringly.. quietly made the space.. even quietly washing corners with broom,

o o.. quite quite.. though i wanted to use some other words to describe some habits that are quite hard,
i did not.. since i know how horrible and painful the situation becomes.. from nice to.. of discard,

of contempt.. of being unworthy.. filthy.. scary.. no no.. let her be quite.. quite connector to all quiet words she likes,
why should i interfere.. into her quite world.. quite thoughts.. even when noise reign supreme quietly on mikes,

so quietly i gave in.. i give in.. to the world of some quiet.. and i know amidst ego lusters and egoist busters,
the world of quiet is quite enjoying always.. and who can have the courage to muster,

the accuses n loud abuses.. all the times.. can you??.. since i do not have such courage.. quite am i right,
and quite clear.. still the world of quite..is quite somber.. quite calm.. quite pristine.. and quite upright,

with no obsolete trends.. since the world of quite is quite trendy.. quite mature.. quite sexy and quite melodious,
quite splendid.. quiet sporty.. quite literary.. quite fine and fair.. quite crazy and finally quite glorious...

Weak... weaker...or the WEAKEST..

a person or some persons.. having everything.. one day became weakest weaker the WEAK,

and from that day on wards.. the person started giving troubles to us n many.. became the kind of freak,

and putting hurdles always in the ways.. thus halting the process that until then was effusive n smooth,

from one rich in every thing the person became the poorest in all zings.. loosing grace n sense to soothe,

the nerves.. stresses in life.. you know such an aura the person had.. a word was enough to relieve any tension,

of mind of course.. downward needs ecstasy n good company.. anyway.. good memories need some mention,

what happens in life of some real versatile.. creatives n efficient humans.. why the genius zing goes missing,

seen those directors.. seen those actors.. read those writers.. worked with those entrepreneurs.. with no hissing,

these all had begun with such mesmerizing appeal.. such innovative zeal.. that never did these seem boring,

entire works of them were touching.. logical yet imaginative.. humbly they always accepted each adoring,

never seemed arrogant.. never seemed submissive n weak.. in fact never the weaker.. and the weakest,

but then one day what happened.. what went wrong in their lives.. but what i know n knew of them.. they were the best,

i mean it takes a lot to become the best.. yet to loose all that is earned.. it hardly needs any thing,

except the futile arrogance.. you know to redeem as good currency in the market.. being appreciated is the zing...

                         generally i appreciate :)..

..an edited talk..

dont worry its an edited talk between the two.. close to each other through the heart,
though all over there is a liberty to converse.. but ours got edited.. hmmn.. we are real naa..not flirt,

anyway... someone asked me.. so poison.. removed from your talks or not.. and should i ask you something,
poison in me.. in meeee.. when have you seen and noticed.. any way.. take the lead to hide your insulting zings,

by shouting loud on me.. yet again.. though what i said n kept said and shall keep saying again n again,
but why should i yet again.. i too need my space.. sorry .. go on maddening others.. n see what you gain,

since i too need the peace of mind.. and i dont want to be a cynosure or in simple the center of attention,
why should i be.. the world consist of amazing humans.. much better in each sense.. financial without any mental tension,

tell me where is the poison here and where have i insulted any of these or you in knowing abt .. how i feel,
anyway.. letting you know.. years ago i met a spanish girl.. and persuaded her to change her accent with the zeal,

to let her know about the clean and clear Victorian English.. and see even the network respect these in retrospect,
that in order to respect these.. the contemporary.. no no.. the institution in complete.. and here is no regret,

to let you know.. that i try speaking quite clean and clear the language that is English.. just for the sake of such,
that what i feel about any language.. two ways to learn.. mother tongue.. or learning through alphabets.. anyway have no gruch,

since no where have i said anything.. or intended to say.. that you are ineffective or of no use,
your choice.. your preferences.. your verbals and your abuses.. yeah in return of abuses i too use some muse,

unmet.. identity crisis.. parallel.. etc etc.. and why should not i.. who on being on abusing ends should not speak,
or speak after an respectable edited talk... oO.. here i curtail my words.. better understand what i mean.. i m no fanatic freak...