Missing Memories???

Missing memories or what.. well I couldn't initially knew,

later when in life I got on & faced a lots & when I literally grew,

I understood with a pinch of salt within.. saying yaar,

wt.. it was just an infatuation that I took as loving bizzare,

Aray Kahan ka bizzare yaar.. since inturns  I got to know,

that mine such & so much commonly that that.. always open to a row,

or the bout the unending.. till the time I bowed & said,

ok you win.. & now let the peace prevail & just live unafraid,

just don't worry about the curse words you use & roam about,

Mai Hoon Na.. to bear all these upon me.. trust me & have no doubts,

Reason you were my infatuation & just of me.. Hence all unto me,

The good & the bad including.. But of somethings I am free,

To keep mesmiring memories fresh even  of times gone,

Me with me alone.. doing all the chores & living life alone,

Enjoying all the musics I liked.. throwing all lyrics that I could,

from lips.. sometimes whispering in my wintery hiding woolen good,

while in actual I felt for none yet I perceived a desire for some,

called my infatuation & I went for such.. Well life then took the turn,

For good or bad I can't tell.. Reason.. life is not of me & me alone,

there & rather here we are a few called a bunch of family unknown,

to majority of all.. And it's here we lived we grew & we faced,

all the oddities of life yet we survived & we kept living unfazed,

through all the circumstances.. though time did took its toll,

upon me & my relationship & now I live in my memorial roll,

that I keep unfolding with in & at times enjoying such bliss,

I admit I made errors.. I got lessons & I learnt a simple suffix,

live a life until death but as tender male & know other is much mature,

give up your male ego & be listener.. be understanding & be sure,

that you are on way to be atleast an average man,

or rather a family man.. who cares as real what?? I don't know... I am jammed..

         in my memories ❤️..

Does it???

Truth prevails.. this I kept believing in since my children days,

and all as inputs I imbibed from my elders who made me believe in their says,

gradually I kept getting know that for them it was more a matter of convince,

since at times these made a blantant lie.. A complete truth.. with ease,

why.. I couldn't understand then but later when I could I got to know,

it was all for grabbing assets & properties even by restoring to lows,

but in public domains so ably knitting their image as of concerned true,

while in reality the truth never prevailed.. it were lies that got bloomed thru,

so now I'm at this stage of life where I can look back in life n say when??,

did the truth prevailed for us in our life.. Never I say.. But even then,

I keep believing in the eternal & divine words.. Truth prevails,

I don't wait for this now coz I know wait is emotionally painful veil,

That keeps us engulfed in dark faith that one day the truth shall rise,

Let it.. If it is to.. it shall.. but i know for their lies I have paid huge price..

........ just they prosperd.. 

        

Echoed..

Voices echo & how & when.. literally all know yet none acknowledge such,
reason.. the voices echo when these hit the mounting walls & stoney gruch,

These return your voices without showing any empathy towards you,
And all with double the impacts in volumes n intensity thru n thru,

that gets pierced into you.. your soul.. your body & your mind,
and inadvertently invited by you own by echoing voice to such blind,

who simply ignores all kinds of wrongs happening within systems,
may be for own selfish sake nevertheless all unto own scepticism,

that such carry always & almost & within with terrific style,
sounding literally concerned for you but actually with no guile,

No shame in eyes no tears for your pains but then it's known,
Most of the people are just like these. Stone hearted & un prone,

To any of your worries.. ills.. troubles & distinctive pains,
The voices unto such stone hearted shall get echo through each lanes,

All I got to know since then was this.. is this & shall always be this,
being stone is easy but being empathetic is being real & simplish...

Life on Axis

On axis I thought of a life that should always remain in symmetry,
from one axis to the other & equal to each with matching chemistry,

a genius spending life with a genius having no worries of egos,
no nowboarding to slippery terrains hyberbolic downing Legos,

well the point of equibirium I believe is when one touches one's soul,
making these dance elliptically tangential together singing no foul,

well the algorithm of these two remain integral to any calculation,
alzebric.. trigonometric or hypothetical.. whatever but tested on each stipulation,

life on axis should always be in symmetry to all ills & woes,
so on other vector there remains a life filled with joys & ho ho,

and life never is two dimensional.. never based upon null hypothesis,
life is fully optimistically ebullient tested perfectly on each synthesis,

Statiscally proved on each empirical data and this is life,
all real.. isme gum bhi hai khusia bhi means both happiness & strife...

Memories Unlimited..

Memories never get old & aged.. These always remain young,
Within heart these keep beeping up & down full flung,

Now I am getting aged & may not be able  to skip a leg on beats,
All because of an injury I had got & may be shall after treat,

But then memories of all those olden times remain in me,
sometimes while listening to oldies.. Sometimes pasting a glee,

On face.. on recalling mesmerizing days spent following one,
when time seem an endless trial.. all I had.. were dreams in turn

which used to flow on days & nights.. in anticipation of having one in arms,
those were different & difficult days but made into reality with causing no harm,

To any..Well I know gone times never return yet something remains
That are memories.. Keeping these young forever within without any disdain..

     Am Old with Young memories..👴🏼

Death..

Death.. you are a poem with an infinite sonnet,
you are an eternal friend driving a car with swanky bonnet,

and when you arrive horning in with all muses & raves,
literally carrying along with you.. your muse from pave,

life ends & the end begins it's journey of another life,
hopefully much better than the past that was full of strife,

well I literally shall not be in know who I was n who I shall be,
may be my karma decided it & shall decide..My Life tree,

in any way... Na Bhooto na bhaviyshati..all I know is the present,
Or the gift of God called life whose end is definite & hopefully pleasant...

                O God..🙏🙏🙏👴🏼

Lists

Don't know how but on one fiery noon a voice from horizon came,
Did see hither n thither.. checked mobile but all in vain,

since the voice was of invisible.. who I thought was God,
Son.. The voice pronounced me as such.. applaud,

Since finally I have arrived to ease out yours worries & sorrows,
Get me your list of these & hopefully all be okay by tomorrow,

List 😀... Sorry God.. it's a long one or rather it's a worry book,
give me some time to scribble.. please please.. n please first look,

into millions n trillions of worries of those whose deeds are sowed,
in anticipation of good fruit but can get soiled coz levels lowed,

of humanity & of course water in earth that's been parched now,
and my book is just insignificant in comparison.. Hence allow,

Me to request you.. to pray you.. to fall into your feet,
for showering your blessings infinitely & & until you treat..

     All with your bounty.. O God..🙏