A cup of tea..

a cup of tea.. Hot and strong with rusks and bhujia.. enough for the entire day,
particularly when the food is not of good quality or unhygienic and foul.. Tea remains in my prays,

prays rey.. not preys.. and literally these cups of tea had remained my only food during some of my touring days,
in south while traveling to interior and oven hot Andhra in humid summers.. ildlis water and tea i had in my trays,

not to serve though.. yet even if i would have wanted to.. literally each would stare at me and pointing fingers,
towards their 2ft long lunch boxes..of rice.. sambhar.. rasam and onion chatni.. saying chaiwaley on these we linger,

yeah you do.. quite often i used to say and added that with this 2ft long box i can feast upon for 2 days,
stares.. more stares and glares and more scares.. nashtha mein kya hona..they often asked.. nothing i would say,

and those travels through the coasts from Goa to cool city Belgaum during the heavy konkan rains,
two or three cups of hot tea with mirchi and paavs.. tell you nothing better to cool the veins,

just standing near the window of katcha road side dhabas.. experiencing the heavy konkan and coastal rains,
and feasting upon mirchis and paavs.. is rim zhim experience much in a way to relax.. much in unison to ease the pain,

of many many and many ugly events that happened.. done by some.. owing to their own sick mental states,
and all from behind the dark curtains.. mushy way i guess.. i sighed deep thandi sigh.. suffering was my fate,

that i said quite often.. hot tea was my companion.. and i said.. alright let go and no point in holding on,
the hurts and humiliations.. melted upon me.. in a sense i let go deep negativity.. bad days gone gone,

waited for good days to come in.. and these did come once again.. and ek cup chai did does and shall remain my yogurt,
or the companion ever ever.. whats wrong in having ek cup chai.. rozaana.. ofcourse i stay loyal not the flirt... 

                                Chai hona... :)

..wedding blues..

for some the notions to get married does not remain the notions any more,
since they found someone atlast and get married.. the blues do not affect these.. though some one still lures,

a few to get in to one's folds.. maybe the blues in some one's life are still rings or still tolls,
for whom the bell tolls.. some one does not actually knows.. hence in a way plays games that are fouls,

a little thought or a somber introspect may make some one literally reflective in making a firm choice,
for that willing who wants to be with someone.. and with their own names and faces.. and then rejoice,

by the decision.. that is these twos.. oh the finally the someone with some other one.. ofcourse not of same gender,
but what if the choice is for same gender.. well some one's choice.. who can question some one's lavender,

or perfumes or sticks.. sorry lipsticks.. ah!! combined vanity.. full of all those.. tobe shared within them,
keep sharing.. whats wrong nothing.. except that stop wailing for some natural pleasure..instead enjoy the stem,

or indulge in this.. perhaps some one always believes in slowing down.. reason the natural pleasure eludes,
coz of someone's own choices and confusions.. random thoughts perhaps.. anyway time to move on.. no feud,

no arguments.. over some one's preferences...but from me wishing someone's for some good wedding blues,
or living in with some good ofcourse.. vanity voh kharid kar day dega.. dont worry.. theek say toh raho.. amuse,

be fine.. and in good health.. spend enough on good things.. drink healthy and eat healthy.. keep the tummy cool,
just amend and make the right choice.. begin living with good enough.. alright.. just once let the grace get in with tool,

who can put at ease some one.. cuddle some one's forehead.. rubs eyes.. flick the tips of nose,
and finally fiddles with the tips of O O O.. and then with the blues in eyes.. let someone lay down on bed (of)... rose rose....


                                           :)

 
 

..surprise in store..

sometimes there are surprises in store which none could have anticipated,
sometimes some anticipations that are anticipated can go haywire and wrong.. reason.. verdicts dictated,

by some.. perhaps owing to certain swings within or owing to certain prudence and prejudice in favor,
of some classified favored.. i think.. after a while for some to give a thought to the views of some who savour,

the verdicts of many many and a lot many.. enjoys literally.. in a way a decent and pleasant attitude,
knowingly enjoying.. and conveying within.. how wonderful its to be with a good one with one great gratitude,

surprise in store in return.. i feel.. in return of love and kind feeling.. does any get hate and remorse,
no no no.. only the cobratic family does this.. humans dole out the fancies gregariously.. and compose,

yet another strength..that strategically help them to ease out from some pains and some habitual strangulation,
that sometimes some humans wear on own to their necks.. suffocating naa.. i know.. freeing from limitation,

in sum.. how does it look like when some for some reasons hide behind those plastic masks,
horrible i will say.. time to decide on own.. what one wants to be.. pleasant surprise in store or one chocked flask....


                           

 

 

In Me..

in me there is one peculiar sense of decency that some may not have,
in me there is one special urge to be calm..not a lewd naive,

in me there is one bit to remain tolerant when some tend to be tyrant,
in me there is one extra inch to absorb yet another attitude of tangent,

in me there is tangible jig to be humorous particularly when i actually am sad,
in me there is one jiffy that i recall yet again... not to be a raged mad,

in me there is one narrative sense to tell a tale of one.. the one scintillating human,
in me there is one pair of listening ears of.. good music included besides hearing effectively proven,

in me there is one middling.. normal.. average.. in size function and rank,
of be of one and the only.. miffed with such attitude.. why??..no idea.. blank....
 

..scintillating..

skillfully dexterous.. work fully potent... habitually correct.. vow.. in sum scintillating,
seemingly super.. professionally normal.. actively social.. and yeah sexually mating,

i feel are the descriptions of some who is fine and fit.. handsome or gorgeous.. fit and hale,
clean and articulate.. literate and skillful.. generous and actually regale.. healthy and not pale,

thats what i always feel about who i really adore.. in fact i hate none.. reason.. in hating i have to burn my blood,
in jealousy.. in spending knitting vicious threads to destabilize..that i cant.. hate me.. i dont mind.. your hood,

or your his highness.. or her highness.. but then again.. scintillating and receptive have become the trends,
illustrious..skillful.. or what else any one some one wants to be.. some one's choice.. its pride upon this blends..

                          stop.. if you dont like the pride.. :)   

..stupidity..

stupidity of attitudes that are rigid when overwhelms some minds,
unable to make them understand then its better to quit.. saying i m not behind,

or on back of any..i stay and remain what i am.. simply a human,
nevertheless.. sun does shine.. did shine..shall shine.. begins a day.. a cue men,

there is.. a astronomical truth sun never sets or rises..yet there is dusk and the dawn,
simple fact.. each knows.. the truth is infinite and eternal..reals glow as real nt as pawn,

milk is white each knows.. and in some there is the boiling trend tobe colored golden,
maybe to enthuse energy in humans as pure nectar..sun's energy..clean and bolden,

and that is what i have been advocating since months..even in days of freezing cold,
from the open.. under the icy skies.. crime hai kya..stay warm yaar.. get into doer mould,

and not loose the momentum.. and do not let the stupidity hang over the calm mind,
shed.. discard.. and if possible be immune to rigid attitudes of some.. do it.. THIS is YOUR find....


                                             :).......
 

..righteous..

the seasons are real.. the people are.. alright some righteous people are.. else being biased is the name of game,
these days.. i dont know why??? any way.. its all within.. may be some have and some have not.. they retain the same,

attitude as that of years.. let go all these things... no point in arguing over matters that none can decide,
reason in some being biased is being fair.. let them.. but life is for doing much better things say remain beside,

someone who one cherish.. can be family or is certainly.. friends of course.. yeah a treat to rinse the simple laughter,
may be from me.. may be from some other real and true.. and why not.. life is not running after,

some unreach able.. who is much like a mirage.. seen but actually not.. any way.. once upon the time,
there was a unique person who had the horse to ride but preferred an ox.. to ride in each clime,

oops an ox instead of an horse.. interesting revelation..and more interesting fact came before each and every one,
when that unique said that he always make the mere move.. how when and where.. not known.. know he had a gun,

that vintage 303 double barrel.. anyway.. with that gun tht had no bullets.. he always kept yelling at the ox,
abay mujhey upar aanay dey.. dekh yeh bundook meri.. with these antics.. he occupied his place and began to coax,  

an ox..

o o o .. a horse on back of ox.. i just wanted to ask.. why on back of some one when you say you are horse,
chup said the climber..meray pass gun hai yeh.. uda doonga.. uda doonga.. always were the coax,

aiyo.. i said.. tried running scare.. but some how asked.. why ox when you had one gallant horse to ride,
tu chup reh oye admi.. yahan sirf aur sirf meri chalti hai.. dont like.. then see i have the gun that has pride,

of consuming all those who do not like my ways.. you know jab jaani koi latifa sunaye to kya karna chahiye,
hansa chahiye.. i said.. toh hanso.. said hee.. and since then when ever he raises the gun.. i let loose my pahiye,

of simple laughter.. but keeping in mind his words.. i am an horse and i ride over an ox,
the reason to laugh a loud in silent mode.. gun yaar.. that he always used to show off an empty hoax....

                                  laughing....laughing.. laughing...