................ brighten our spheres........

brighten our spheres.. we enlighten ourselves by igniting a diya.. that in a way is a symbol.. that finally the festival of lights has arrived,
in the symbols a generous splash of colorful spread is given to auras and anvils.. thus celebrating the triumph of good over evil..the evil had successively tried,


the lights finally returned home.. after living in wild exiles.. in search of the beloved the most and then conquering the kidnapper..perishing him from the roots,
and all that is in the glorious history.. to enlighten our sphere and make our thinking glowing.. the perisher years after years.. get the piercing hoots,


brighten our spheres through living in our hearts ever and forever.. and in no way should there be a passage that takes us far far away from the you,
we be as the olive branches of you the fun filled and full filled.. are the part of you.. hence in your sufferings we too did suffered.. and this story is not the new,


the new ness in this ancient wisdom are the trends that keep changing with the flow of infinite time,
the time that was.. the time that is.. and the time that shall be.. are only the glows and flows of vistas traveled through memories.. old.. new.. forgotten or just the evenly prime,


in asking the time that is flow.. to brighten our spheres.. is just like remembering and then rejoicing with them.. and then finally enjoying the day of colorful lights,
the triumph of good over evil is eternal and forever.. and in knowing this we always keep this in mind.. perishing of evils were their own earned plight,


brighten our spheres through your glows and flows... and let us be good and humours to you in all your needs and done creeds,
and wishfully we guess you know a bit of glowing economics.. that says good money drives the bad out.. and you are the good one and hence its your home earned through our deeds...


so you finally returned home.. and this home is also yours.. so with you at your other place.. we at here at your other place.. brighten our spheres with the lights,
the done good ness of you be with us always always.. and let the warmth and prosperity of you be visited in all homes who love you.. let the charm of you be our earned plight....

.... the way i think of you...

" that's my beautiful home i live with my family" you fondly say,
into it i wanna see you beaming with glee i humbly pray,


"that's my lovely little car" you say " i drive with a pride",
into it on one full moon night take your family for an unforgettable long ride,


"that's my designer letter box" you say " i open every evening with a hope"
" bhai tuu aaya hoga.. as one chidda and hoga.. hungry and thirsty thus i serve you hot pizza and chilled coke"


that's me chirping and sitting in front of you.. and i take a deep look in your wonderful eyes,
"whats it bhai..yeh hua kya.. you have gone complete baldy.. " looking for some hair with your inquisitive eyes,
moorkh.. i say.. put on your magnifying lenses.. i have coloured my hair with skin coloured dyes...

..truth..

its the shine of sun
moon light's cool and
whiteness of snow,


its the glitter of gold
sparkle of a pearl and
the diamond's glow,


its in child's smiles
in mother's fond cares
the blessing of God,


its the beginning 
its the end
its the creation of creator Lord,


its in deeds of past
in present actions
its in future hopes,


its in glory of success
its in failures dust
its in time that never stops,


is the law of one's being
eternal and the heavens door,


its supreme 
infinite and if addicted
one wants it more,


its divine
selfless
its in one's noble deeds,


its in those friends
who help their friends 
in needs,


its in whispering in the ears
in ecstasy the ultimate
cry of joy,


its is games one plays with 
siblings
and funnily enjoy,  


its cold 
its bitter
when nakedly told upon,


its the God Oneself my dear
its the TRUTH 
that always prevails upon....

...Perhaps...

perhaps it's the docket at the port that announces.. a shipment of agreeable goods has arrived,
perhaps it's the ecstatic whispers at the dockyard that says.. in fact this time the best of the best equipments have been supplied, 


perhaps its the doctrine of any noble profession that keeps each and every responsible awake and aware,
perhaps..its the DNA of an ordinary human being that disagrees with the divisive, fracasive inflammatory intakes,


perhaps its the experience or the expertence that a child within some.. always come in to play,
perhaps its the expansive growth within one own self.. infinitesimal, unequal, inferior.. but is an inexhaustible quest to know and well... say,


perhaps its the choice or an instruction or an insuperable urge that makes one vice or the wise,
perhaps its that intangible asset.. intend to grow.. well for that matter.. it is priceless.. and no under righter has deviced any price,


perhaps its the struggle or stroopy stumbles yet not being violent and being stubborn,
perhaps its the act of being open.. being candid.. ready to accept errs.. but alas uttering some sentimental sneers of own,


perhaps its the experience that i earned.. that while in a profession its a cardinal sin to do work..after drinking a bottle of whiskey,
perhaps its a virtue that my work differs.. hence after day's work.. i can enjoy and drink by being responsible and not risky,


but perhaps or for sure i hold a belief that news are real and are never a fabricated fiction,
as for sure i know watching/reading news makes one responsible towards issues and not prone to retarded addiction,


perhaps its an advice from a common man who being a common can distinguish the dissimilarities of mine and yours job,
perhaps its the freedom of your profession that you enjoy.. but does this make you to escape any friendly probe,


perhaps its a loss to bollywood or hollywood that would have grossed billions had they had in their movie.. your showy charisma,
o wow...how hollywood/bollywood would be different.. and you were a super star.. me a fan of a packing/dancing dude or a diva.. in coloured glasses or in chamkila chasmas...