...... tube....

on squeezing the tube.. an ointment came out to heal the pain on my body that are the results of working through the day.. toiling..can say on toes to get spin,
on squeezing the tube.. the moov is the healer that come rushing out.. i calmly rub this on my body.. and say insert you attributes..thus incite my grin,



on squeezing the tube... the lavish paste comes out in open and sometimes get applied on little scars.. but funnily it is called soframysin,
then what kind of sin is it that cures a sinner.. i don't know.. as its the application that needs to get apply to heal a scar thus stopping it to become an ugly bin,



on the days to be a little pearly and look beautiful.. the tube from the vanity zooms to get enlarged on your faces.. that make you go radiant with a glow,
on the days to make a statement with your neat and clean faces.. the tube from pouch preaches to go gel on your hairs.. that make you go peerless with a flow,



on the days to get a bit skinning  slippery on scalps sometimes.. the tube.. that comes out to trump its fingers on my bald.. sardard.. toh ley ek haath aur low,
but to me its not the tube that comes out this time.. its the imagination of me that soothes my nerves as on my temple i rub my own fingers that are cold like snow,



hypnotising me thru my own hypothesises.. i on my own.. put me on apparatus to get tested as valid sample on a random theory,
accepted i say thanks again and yet again.. rejected.. i again revoke my imagination.. and just prays.. from some tube..bless me out on the path of specific glory...

memories..

bright is the day, green are the meadows and blue is the sky,
memories come creeping come in through the shadows of my misty eyes,


the journey of moments begin while i travel by the train,
sweet moments..sour moments..are what i remember in an attempt to get pertain,


in getting pertained.. some memories are painful and hence make shed some nostalgic tears,
for its for them.. who in a sense are very close and live life to full without fears,


and among these fearless.. a few are dead and a lot many are very living and buoyantly alive,
the dead make me somber and the living make me go rollypolly with smiles,


the smiles for the truants they throw putting their parents on the tenterhook,
crying at them.. cajoling them..but getting things done by hook or crook,


lengthens the day.. the dark ascends and the night begins to grow,
memories..memories..those sweet bitter memories..now begin to freely flow,


the days were long..and the nights were dark and i had to really flounder,
memories retain them all.. for the bad time was giving me naked reminders,


the child i was.. the younger days were fascinating..parents i am and older i may,
the stories told..the rumors floated and differences crept in for the games.. cynical play,


the memories have them all.. the good i fondly remember the bad i regard with disdain,
the good i cherish.. the bad i perish.. the memories occur as one glorious gain,


clouds gather.. roar aloud and lightens sky and outside there has begun drizzling,
i switch on my Walkman..close the window..aha..weather out there has become sizzling,


the drops of rain fall on the window and some how tears rolls from my eyes,
for the bright was the day.. green were the meadows and blue was the sky,


memories...memories..come through the shadows of my misty eyes... 

...FRIEND..

F..fascinating, frank, freak, frolic, funny, funky, figurative flamboyant fluctuating flapper,


R..reticent, retorting, revealing, rendezvous, rhetoric,ribald, remorse, reluctant or revamping retracter,


I..illustrious,illiterate,immense,immemorial, ineffective, inflexible, ingenuous, informed or incontinent,


E..exponential,explicit,extempore,experienced,experimental,expressive,exquisite,evasive, enigma or erratically evident,


N..natural,native,nostalgic, net worker,nervous,novel,niggling,narrative.. neat or nimbled naive,


D..determined,deviant,dexter,devoted,devious,dicey,dreamer,demanding,debater... deprived or a deserving democrat...




......


                                   O friend...


o friend... this is the flower.. and this is the heart felt and heartily open wishes,
o friend...let your earnings grow in direct proportion to inflation.. in your break fast..lunch and dinner..let you enjoy creamiest of all dishes,


o friend...occasionally sniftering in the name of enjoying the best and being good to the all,
o friend...zoomingly driving past in your car..do not forget to acknowledge the greetings of all biggy and small,


o friend...after you whirred past to wherever and whenever.. it will nice to see those flowing hair,
o friend...shall the music spill the nostalgia splendingly spirited and remaining cool as the fresh air,


o friend...while guzzling every moment of your good life while gyrating steps in gushy gusto,
o friend...shall your daily regimen of being in Gym for being fit be on... presumably in fast paced presto...

.....jhallya jhallya..

inspired by a pakistani song that i heard on an audio cassette that i had with me in 1980 but lost it some where.. but did remember this punjabi song... whose first line was jhally dilla padey pyaar jo payenga.. means the singer says to the heart that if fell or say rise in love then be careful as things may happen this way.. possibly this kind of make or break love stories are all times hit.. 


jhallya dilla padey pyaar dey jo payenga...
rab dee soo dasda han kakh da nai rayenga...


hun das aankha daa swad chakh laya hayee...
samajh kay shahd innu jahar fhaakh laya hayee..
hun vee u vaila.. innu sut duuur baiye ja..
rab dee so dasda han kakh da nai rayega..


pahley pahl aakhan toh nazzarey loot laingey....
jaandi vaar rondaya nuu chup nai karaan gey....
kisey nai manona aiwayen rus rus baiyen ga...
rab dee sooo dasda han kakh da nai rayenga..


sonaye dee kheda dee adawan vee ajeeb hai..
dendey nay dard unnu.. banda jo kareeb hai..
har pal janega.. tu.. hun dukh iss raqib da...
rab dee soo dasda han kakh da nai rayenga..






jhallya dilla padey pyaar dey jo payenga...
rab dee so dasda han kakh da nai rayenga...

..........golmaal.......

golmaal hai jee sab golmaal hai....announced the signboards..in letting know about the opening of some shop,
every gol is fresh...will land in your plate....dripping...as an mouth watering....gol...you really will muster courage to hop,


the bill board ended here...and just leaving a suspense among readers that what this gol wud be,
some HEES said it wud be some 360 degree..full circled shapes or designs of new dresses that are meant for THE SHE,


some SHEES said it would be some kind of...or rather new types of...hand bags or goggles...exclusively made for ME,
all kinds of guesses...some sport loving said...it will be that football...i tell you....and i will be correct...chalo sharat lag gai,


and eay lo...the new kind of business had begun to flounder and flourish,
the bets...started making the rounds..and kept changing as with the new stories that emerged..and the old just perished,


golmaal hai jee sab golmaal hai....these were the words that were on lips as that beautiful song,
even the gol cd of that film again did come into circulation...as witness to that suspense that was just getting long,


golmaal hai jee sab golmaal hai......GOL MAAL,
some fans of Panchamda also jumped into wagon...i have this inside information...AND THIS IS THE NAME OF ROUND SHAPE ULTRA MODERN MALL,


the guesses just were in round....creating circles and circles...and some times reaching to some fews,
one among those fews simply announced....i just surfed the net..and just watched the TV..you know its the new channel with gol NEWS,


to prove his point of view...he said...by news means...NORTH EAST WEST AND SOUTH and this shape can only come by being round,
rubbish...argued the other...do you know geometry... even the square has all these directions...and i tell you its the new big travel company..that in 8 dollors will travel world's around,


so many views...so many guesses...but still there was no clear idea of the maal that is gol,
some declared...i have stopped thinking about it even...as even the calls come...win a prize...what is this gol....bol,


golmaal hai jee sab gol maal hai...




so finally on the opening day the suspense just broke out and it made people really go down with laughing bellies and gone hilarious,
it was that GOL...A FULLFILLED...JALEBI....SHOP....the fresh fried gols...from where it began and where it ended...no one still knows.. but this liplicking..gols...has the tastefuds...to invite...a billion various.....


                                      .....golmal hai jee sab gol maal hai....