generous

generous.. the people are and how.. yeah the people are financially better n better than many,
generous.. in that financial way i am not.. hence i stay off from certain mishabits.. the uncanny,

that are bit strange.. a bit awkward.. a bit mysterious.. though it would be fine n nice way to know,
a generous to the core.. from heart.. mind.. body n the soul.. conversing in open.. on the way to bestow,

a generous view.. a generous caliber..a generous intent.. a generous grace whose shine is just infinite,
the regal infinity.. the common sense holder.. well the seasoned professional who understands the plights,

of the people who work with them n for them.. n with generosity acknowledges yeah there is a limit,
the working limit.. n there shall always be harms socially.. if i force them to work beyond n treat then free hit,

who can be shouted.. threatened.. abused.. black mailed.. etc etc.. just to tell yeah i am the one who am,
the generous.. then i plead..ask the lady or know the lady.. majority of these are else without greed.. who can,

or rather do stay as the generous with their generouses.. earning better.. enjoying better n sleeping,
with better habits of course.. palms in palms.. breasts upon chests.. exploring just exploring not peeping.....

..aliens..

from the memories of someone.. named the traveller.. the real reveller .. whose time had come,
to meet some aliens.. the men eaters of course.. strangly for women the aliens had flippant bum,

flippered of course with no content in front and behind.. the aliens encountered the traveller,
shown teeth.. vertical eye.. flat bottom and large large bum to unshackle traveller's sense of being reveller,

picked the human flesh and bones to chew.. they chewed n sucked the blood.. human blood,
danced like the wolves.. the aliens had one new feast in front.. they vented.. from their wiping hood,

the traveller.. took off his camera.. and began capturing the momments of vices of aliens dready deeds,
to show these to people in the real world.. n going further began taking selfies with them.. need need,

need yours with me.. need the one behind.. all selfies of course.. thinking he would reveal these on instagram,
or on his statuses at facebook.. or shall tweet from his account... the aliens n the me.. n i am from,

some town.. or some big city.. but what he forgotton in his excitement.. that he is amidst men eaters,
who in a few minutes time shall begin feasting upon his head neck ribs soft tummy n kadak pennying heater,

yummy they would say then.. but then make him understand that in a few minutes he is going tobe no more,
n with nothing bodily coz all parts are going to be consumed by aliens.. fighting amongst.. for more for sure,

the aliens by now had begun the play n traveller busy in taking selfies making videos n forming plans,
to reveal to the world.. his encounter with aliens.. without any names.. sucking hot blood their elans,

but may be traveller knew how to get him out from the clutches of these vicious n dracular beasts,
he began to sing musafir hoon yaroon na ghar hai tikhana.. mujhay chaltay jaana hai.. for festival feast,

that are in offing in his world during the festive days.. the markets abuzz with all kinds of dry
fruits,
good to eat na.. better eating habits he said n began chaltay jaana in his melodious voice.. to check in finest suite.... 


                           till he returned home his own home.. harmless to share the selfies...

                                                upon........:)

obsessive..

me obstinate.. difficult to understand.. or hard to comprehend,
me obsessive.. unable to let go the unmet.. or easy to apprehend,

none of the one the above mentioned.. but me is the one simple me,
one such.. just one such.. one such.. none else but the just to be,

what i could be n what i am.. what i can.. though not knowing,
what i shall be.. what the future holds for me.. loving or annoying,

but then me the obstinate.. difficult to understand or hard to comprehend,
none of these.. me the doer of my karmas.. me going with the trend,

that is latest.. though of course.. there are certain things that are tough,
like i cant bring my age back to twenties.. cant play the cricket in the rough,

cant bowl the slow offturners.. cant even bat at the last position,
cant field at the short leg to take sharp reflexes.. cant spell the notion,

that is wrong.. but still.. yeah but still.. some thing good is alive in me,
that lets me go.. lets me go with the flow.. though of course i do plea,

to literally each.. that i do look into my mirror n i do see my own face,
in the mirror.. i do not make any attempt to mend the scars of grace,

i earned in my entire life.. struggling through many ways to earn the means,
for livelihood.. i roamed on roads on harsh summers.. in rains in leans,

the periods.. to garner business.. in cold winters.. in autumns in springs,
but did i ever be.. me the obstinate.. how could i be.. how could i be loathing,

waqt hee nahi milla to do all these things.. you know the worries,
n more worries.. sad still have no time to full these indulging furries,

kee kabhi naaraz ho jaye.. kee kabhi i too must also keep some attitude,
to be important.. na bhai..  not such luxury in life.. hence with gratitude,

saying n telling in nice clean n crystal clear words,
one person.. who i can say.. yaar.. hai ek.. for me also in this world....

                   

Me.. no no..

kaun mein.. offo.. using the words of some song.. copy right violated let it be,
but me.. no no.. thats i intend to let know.. better always live with better.. he better with better she,

kaun mein.. the ugly.. no no.. but some nice facts are great n always practical in precise ways,
comforts.. come at the cost the great cost.. i cant afford.. n i cant cheat or steal.. to have your says,

that i am better.. but i say.. kaun mein.. no no.. what i believe in is simply the simple n precise,
earn through proper ways.. thats it.. n some earn hundreds.. some in thousands.. some do pay excise,

its their duty yaar.. dont get hurt please..they earn in millions n billions.. their level of comforts calm n cool,
so.. the me.. no no.. you know i never pitied about me.. i just let you know no no i am not in to make you fool,

though some times i wanted to say.. kee banay huay ko.. i restrained me.. never know what sort of blast will blow off,
to fuse me with all the blah blah.. i can feel the heat.. then i say kaun mein.. no no..i think itna toh hona chahiye khouf,

of some.. who deliberately could not distinguish between mine means mera n surname the mehra,
if such is the situation then punjabi's  mehrasons jewellers mera.. so is fc mehra's plaza of mera,

so should be the mehrain dee hatti.. n hence forth all the hits proceeds from zanjir to some's of shaddi,
thats what i watched na.. hey ishwar where do i go to entertain me.. oh for me.. no no.. but why.. is it shoddy,

to relax a bit .. to indulge in some things that are simple n of course not so expensive as in goings out,
me cant afford many comforts n indulgences n i am not pitying about me.. i am just being true to you friend.. shed all doubts..


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criticism..

criticism are the homing pigeons ..these always return home with the different vocals,
you shower disrepute for any for no biological reason.. but in heart you know spreading lies are local,

that simply remains with you all the times.. haunting you.. or rather asking.. why.. short of some better words,
that could be used instead.. but arrogance.. power.. fame.. or all that was mirage.. gone in secs.. making you nerds,

of one void.. of one forum of thinking.. that believes in.. questioning n flying off reputations are their rights,
then do you live in glass house sir.. you will never answer to these all i know.. reason.. i have no might,


or the authority as the common person.. any way.. why i suffer more coz i put me first before saying words,
to all those positions that are difficult.. i reach their first.. i do the tasks.. n then i ask.. young are you nerds,

who could n can do nothing of the sort that i can n i have been doing even while i m double of your age,
n i know criticism are the homing pigeons n these always return home with venom.. hence i better care for my cage,

in which i live.. i live in house though.. anyway.. its better for some to live within with their peculiar feels,
neither are their hands dirty.. nor are their words.. they are the holy n the holiest.. lets see where they reach with such zeal.....

                                  i  am fine...:)

crystal

clearly what is crystal.. does the one that brittles is crystal,
or does the one that shines apparently n brilliantly.. quite easily brittles,

but how.. the one that is detailed n is quite glowing.. the contents that are how so ever minute,
are quite visible.. rather are crystal clear to extent these have not got dilute,

or infected by biased n dirty thinking.. knowing its simple tobe happy but difficult tobe simple,
coz being simple means being simply simple.. being crystal clear.. being the bearer of wrinles,

when the age catches up.. being simple means.. to admit yeah in age i am getting old,
n work like a professional with mature mind.. being simple means being a bit of bold,

to have own points of view.. that do not get affected or distorted by any's other perceptions,
for all those simples.. telling the perceivers in crystal clear words.. am here despite all distractions,

to do what i have to.. telling.. some jobs are rough n tough n are difficult to make these simple, 
telling there are many comforts that are gone.. but sustaining.. courtesy energy within.. like lintel,

that does not open its door to any distortion that tries peeping in.. wanting to know what's up,
energy conveys.. let us work in coordination.. we working in tend um.. nothing blurs none usurps..

dulcet...

alright but anyway.. letting you a simple n humorous yet blistering sexy untold story,
once upon the time over the place in a town used to live one with own pedalo.. named glory,

n with it i mean with glory that the one used to pedal with pleasure over water.. how so deep water may be,
of course wearing life saving jackets..but peeved with depth of.. oh water.. thinking how deep can be this bay,

of Bengal or where else he did not know.. how could he as he never measured the.. depth of that oblong,
but at times while pedaling some where near some observatory over the hill.. he used to feel he belongs,

to one dulcet.. sweet n soothing.. young n gorgeous observant.. refined reflective purely fine n fit,
not alone.. but with own team.. to study astronomy.. semblance of her.. sexy gripping with the grit,

halcyon.. hale.. and always imbued with sense of precision.. always with sense of clean yet crispy humour,
that hurts no one.. n occasionally she got filled with desires to have fun from.. with one on pedalo to quash rumour,

that otherwise got spread.. she never indulged into.. neither did she like to be known as one initiator,
of loose talks.. pinning pranks.. she knew its more annoying to indulge in games.. foul.. played by traitors,

so quite often she used to observe the natural observations that are all observed in natural universe,
sun.. moons.. Jupiter.. Pluto.. Saturn.. Mars.. Venus.. galaxies.. satellites.. rays.. light years.. converse,

symmetries.. synergies on planet earth.. n through observation she found these all actual n stable with pulls,
astronomically true.. with own weathers n gravitation..own trajectories.. yet each barren with boiling annuls,

no trace of life.. no life could grow there even.. she observed n many more.. with tons of scientific loads,
filled with complex mathematical calculations.. yet amidst these she believed she is human with emotions told untold,

with desires to live life on earth as normal.. as one pinkish n glowing who would nt like to revolve on its axis,
rather she would let the study close.. have fun with friends n family.. she knew she needs some reflexes,

that shall make her aware.. yeah she is dulcet.. n beauty n astronomy can coexist only when she relaxes,
n gives the twinkling stars n sun above over there the break too.. not to act.. but to unwind to have more reflexes,

of own personality.. of own charms.. of own beliefs.. of own hums.. of own self made jokes.. of own humour,
may be to laugh from distance over saturn's n its rings charm.. saying on earth we worship you.. its not rumour,

saying worshipping you is far better idea.. than to get gravitated towards you.. you leave nothing in your pulls,
to influence me towards your barren spaces.. oh itti saari zammen.. that for free.. saturn yaar why not make the full,

use of yours itti.. instead of being angry all the times upon me the..ha ha.. anyway your choice your will,
i do the dandwatt pranam.. n thats my touching of your imagined feet.. with all the courage i have.. i fill..

                    the imaginary bond.. in bold letters.. i can not meet you..