...mushy tales...

....and then.. and then years had been passed the mush had been living in exile away from his country and bush had been living in USA with a passionate wife,
possibly recalled those dark days with tough postures when he repeatedly asked mush to handover bin laden to ease his strife's,

that developed coz of repeated mischiefs of mush.. who despite indulging in all his terror works remain adamant and ignorant to his full,
persuading encouraging and training all terrorists.. always remained invisible force behind all the destructive pulls,

the bush in particular knew everything yet he patronised him as associate against terror and even ambassdord his book full of vents and lies,
and never rejected him since mush knew the whereabouts of bin laden.. yet so cleverly he hid this truth.. and used to amass wealth and be of spherical size,

all the acts of him were intruding.. into the spaces.. and to do this.. he never came upfront and rather used his army to force these dreaded deeds,
one after the other the attempts were made to spread destructions.. terror mongering addiction grew with these subsequent greeds,

and the massive financial aid he got as head of the state from the USA in the name of war against terror.. a big chunk went to swell his accounts and to acquire the plush and posh villas,
but did the bush ever ever regretted this blunder of him.. i believe he had not.. and this exactly is the adamence in some of sorts.. they made this correct through vague arguments and fake terminologies.. but in real ths all sucked the blood of many.. in forms of triptychaaz.....

Valour's love...

the person was hale and hearty and the person loved the royal sport,
and one day as his sponsored or built team strove around he sat looking on the court,

the viewers filled the benches around..the beautiful ladies by their side,
and amongst those or in was the one the most beautiful the person hoped to make his bride,

and truly that was the gallant out there to see the valour of the warrior and his magnificent show,
valour and love... the bold and the beautiful.. together made a mark with hands in gloves.. distinctly with faces full of glow,

in the court ramped and roared the gamers with horrid laughing jaws,
they waved.. they blew the kisses in air... bravo gentleman and the lady.. you won each other they said.. and like beams danced on their feet and paws,

with wallowing might and stiffed roar.. they jiggled and made somersaults.. and rolled upon one another,
then the party began in tandems and in pursuit of sheer pleasure... as it was the marriage of their big brother,

heavens guerdon for once.. was transformed to shinning bright gold,
and why not... finally they met and made sacred vows... the beautiful in the arms of the bold....

...esteem..

somehow  or maybe the tip tap was on the very genuine word.. that so esthetically over the generations have established the facts that are of eventually true faces,
orientations and presentations then become splendid..leading towards some sort of lavishness.. and people on their own discard possibly for won good.. the troubling cases,

poverty is a curse.. all know.. hence never a bliss in any manner.. then how often sometimes a false pride is assumed iN flaunting the poverty as fake wealthy shape,
and being poor is just a matter of fact and not of self pity.. hence in contrasts.. the attempts ought to be lucid and of simple bake,

certainly not as one swollen with high head angles.. who always look at the wealthy people with some cursy looks,
and then shouting and touting upon them so cynically for frustrating reasons.. instead of being aspirer of good life.. thus being as one big nook,

normally the norms in any societal setup from small to large say.. that over the periods in any setup.. constantly insulting any wealthy is like digging own grave,
nt that unka chamcha ban jaana hai.. but for reasons that define intentions and esteem.. that say.. you enjoy wealth with grace and i do not envy at all..rather ignite a passion to earn more.. by being spontaneous and a bit brave...

...imagination....

and then from there on.. when many many began thinking that suave and shrewed imagination shall tend to decline,
instead the imaginative got engrossed walking on paths..on its carrier that was way up.. with lateral and gradual incline,

the incline or growth was in the name fame and wealth... the jealous tended to pull legs and attempts were made to make rude fun with intents to cause fall,
imaginative never retaliates in false ways.. but rather a deep sense of pride glowed on face.. the destine gave him all the betters..in sums.. big and small,

a contemporary way.. he pioneered.. no matter what.. but it was the precise way of doing the works..no attempts were made to scale any rough,
true... the success comes with a purpose.. that is to be with it and enjoy all the vistas in all life.. in all opportunities..and to stupids be tough,

the stupids cut down their own branches where they sit..its that glorious saying.. that said.. what for on other success some make so much of false roar,
wanna keep up with imaginative.. possibly brighten their own...instead of dirtying imaginative space just to be with false sense of galore,

in retrospect by looking out all successful stories.. one finds...that in skills the imaginative works with precise sense of fruitification,
of course imaginative is real always.. and never gets weird..the knowers possibly agrees its the natural process.. that naturally has logical justification,

can an imaginative mind be dull.. the locus operendi of all all destruction.. can it be..  it never can be.. imaginative knows how to earn name fame wealth money and repute,
and when these all arrive with brilliant stroke of destiny.. who shall let these all go.. only a fool.. possibly as always he or she was busy invoking yet another dispute,

what exact satisfactions do they get.. i do not know.. what i know its simply like playing truant with destiny who would otherwise offer much much more with all the grace,
but then what exactly is the destiny.. can this be with a name or fame or with both and having a face,

yeah.. of course.. destiny has a voice.. that can be heard..that can be seen.. and has a magnificent presence in any life.. and destiny arrives with one's awards,
most do never abuse destiny.. saying huh.. reasons...its that reward of one's works.. that almighty God has sent through destiny.. choice remains with one.. accept this or banish with disregard,

and then destiny is all real.. with its own name.. own face..own presence.. and does the destiny assume any flimsy name,
never.. can never be.. coz as with most.. destiny in their life too enters earn them name wealth repute and the fame.....

....jackpot...

a shrewed announcement is made over the mikes.. to win the jackpot.. all you have to do is make three plus three.. The seven,
from the methods that should be logical and of sound reasoning's.. and the adding another three... the total ought be the eleven,

so the contest begins with some interesting elements.. can that thru arithmetical calculations be solved,
a lot many tried with in vain.. some explored algebraic equations.. some linear ones.. and some even drew parabolas and hyperbolas.. to prove or to dissolve,

trigonometric and quadratic equations.. with elations.. were tried along with calculus.. and the laws of motions via pulleys from dynamics static,
but nothing could be proved..jackpot remains with the owner.. announcement winning jackpot is ecstatic,

in sum when things that are not possible through any proper means.. enticing thru any other way.. possibly shall draw.. a usual stream of emotional flows,
despite saying time and again.. that not gonna opt unwanted or improper ways to earn.. whats wrong with them then.. who have been since years trying to rob the face's glow........

...fever...

fever night fever..night fever..night fever..somewhere down the line the music was being in astounding sounds,
from the fictions of romances..some dancy superbs came out..in open blue spheres.. tapping the feet along this great song,


over and above in the horizons.. that were really far..the stars shined from their residencies.. yeah some gala galaxied cities full of star residents were with the different names,
names that signified their twinkles..with each and in each of their places.. they too swayed in air.. struting the fizz..spreading the aura were their aim,


wizzling fast to their fullest.. and redecorating theirs thru their twinkles and alike.. the flight of them had begin to come  and get mixed with their natizens.. thus arousing a tropical fever,
the parties on these blues had things.. in asking.. the jhonties in these grippling fields today had been in driving bodies..with flexing levers,


fever night fever night fever.. the song went on to its zenith and at there.. did it meet the stars.. to begin the superb and astounding mirchi tale,
some nostalgia through wearer of purani jeans struck the right chord.. fever shifted to more than a woman.. that tragically had lost its sweet sweet smiles years ago.. when she tried saving children while travelling in rail,


the dreamy eyed kalpana was so naive.. so classy.. and so neatly superb were her innocence in all humanity that she flayed,
beyond any parallel were her smiles.. han main hee..were the words that always travelled with her in all the emotives that she always played,


nevertheless the gatherers.. on zenith had come with the braces that were shut with drizzling ideas.. and key to open those were in kalpana's smiles,
the native in purani jeans.. called upon thru radio city.. that with big fm had arrived.. giving invis to whoa red fm.. who as always refused.. could never understand their hot styles,


but this time.. possibly to revoke and revive the naive kalpana.. purani jeans used all her charisma..and simplicity and made lateral appeals to filmi.. Gold and splendid rainbow,
briefly stopped over to have coffee with One..listening jazz at frequency 95.. the entire sequence of efforts she recorded.. to convey kalpana.. hans dey yaar kya patta kal ho na ho,


the eyes that were petrified.. literally shimmered with glitter..she inquired.. bacho ka kya hua.. the genuine tears rolled out of sheer helplessness whispered O God..where the humanity has gone.. these full grown men give children so much of pain,
literally she put her head in jeany lap.. sorry i could not help them to come out from their bonded plights.. every thing in me has become so sinful and insane,


no no.. the jeany consoled.. do not betray your feelings.. since on contrary to humanity you have done such noble deeds,
and believe me.. your efforts have not gone in waste..all your efforts been paid off and got success.. your really are a rocking friend of these children in need,


kalpana you know in the world of communication.. one lightening up for cause never goes in vain.. you know the info on tubes and screens travel faster than the sound,
all are just waiting for your smile kalpana..hey see.. they are all with their emotive smiles.. break even na ab toh yaar..with aplomb reach your actual gronds,


amidst so much of emotions.. so much of genuine feelings.. so full with real friends and family..the bindaas smile on her face returned.. the fever did return with mesmerizer song..


kalpana live well and live long........................

..sometimes..

sometimes i feel like complimenting a woman whose face has a calm and glorious glow,
on one day i saw the one.. smiling mingling and giggling with her buddy with some real and natural flow,

somehow i took the courage and walked towards her..to know from where she has got this bliss of pure joy,
but the tingles in her eyes explained everything...she the excellent was the genre of her own even in simplests of small buys,

that may be she have bought by giving a complete thought of the one she loved through her mind body and pure soul,
no outsider could travel into her except her own thoughts of the one's..though ofcourse she was modern and versatile traveler that never played games that were foul,

yeah she was the sports person.. who was on her sojourns on ways to london.. idea was either to play or to report,

thought of asking certain things but did never..since i thought and silently blessed.. that in the world of fanatics.. a many like you enthuse freshness simplicity and rare openness that behaves well but never retorts,

and the thinking what may have happened and how it may have happened that things between some couples go bitter and total wrong,

that culminates into factual abuses and violence.. the life converts into a hell.. forgetting all feelings.. oh why did not you play that song,

nt that a player was a radio jockey.. it was just this he was sitting on his computer..playing own liked and requested songs,

 a deep intruder from far away.. maybe just have began..gluing her fickle eyes.. with intents to fill dirt and troubles and make their life hell and do the all wrongs,

to do all the wrongs she then took the help of a few.. possibly cuddling and along with lying naked on their bed, 

forgetting she has a family..possibly had lost all her values.. increasingly all her ways traveled to spill schemes..to extend these wicked threads,

the more she sneaked into lives.. the more hostile she started to become and more and more naked became her ways,

right said a few real ones... that a woman when looses her sanity completely and arrogantly..she becomes a beast..with intents to kill and have feast in her lusting preys....