shine O sun..

shine O sun from the above from the horizons that are yours natural and solar-ed heating spheres,
the glory of you is in giving the energy.. to the earth that is getting free zed... perhaps in yours lightened inner selves...you could not see from...to these earthy here,


the clouds that gives cover in these freezing days... in lovers books are described as messengers...to deliver the message...to some distant lover..." that here is living the am",
and then returns without showering any drop....perhaps the miser distant lover...reserves it for that rainy days... when in anyway these flow in plenty...flooding out from dams,


shine the sun...but you do...so what halts you to come out in open with yours... ever energetic.. spreads of glowing rays,
that enhance the bodies...the well drifting...who sit out in open...under your patronage...and so smilingly and lovings...wink at you...and of course.. do sampooran namaskar and pay dandwant prays,


astronomically the journey of you the sun can have the phases that are creations of astronomers ...in letting know... swapping of you from tropics of cancer to capricon,
but you as sun...while on having feast...had ever given a thought to this fundamental truth...that its the earth that revolves on its axis...and around you...thus allowing you to stay maun,


you in being at your place ever the since...may have got blamed...that you got angry and thus had thrown from above the ultra violet rays,
but then it was all astronomy...is nt it...then why we humans be blamed...who need you...who adore you...who believe in your shine...who do wait for your benign visit...please do pay,


do pay your visit via your rays...o sun...and requesting you to please do not ever give this loving thought that at one particular day..on earth you would land,
before even thinking so...first make your earth as strong..who would have you in its arms...else you must know...in those bristling garmis...iss duniya ka baj jayega band,


o sun...you know and we know...and in ours praying we are being a bit toooooooo mean,
since we know...you in anyway keeps shinning from above...and in hot sultry day...we may blame you for your indifference... perhaps abusing from the inners of bloody spleens,


so as the moral of the story this is the truth...this is the fact...that here on earth..owing..yes owing toos..and not due to...the creations of imbalances are fully ecological,
all weathers thus get so severe...these days.. the summers torrid, the rains hectic, the autumns baring...and the winter freezing..and then putting you at fault...by being argumentative methodical,


well then through this method of evaporating... you suck the water all above towards you...but stopping these in horizons within the airy atmospheres,
the all happening strata of atmospheric layers...are part of earth's...and the gravitational pulls that mainly through trees...invite the water as pure drops..to ease earth's heating fears,


on knowing this wonderful astronomical philosophical...here i as writer as these lines on shine... definitely do feel that i get some invitation from..some taramandli's group,
who on that day will have a kind of sabha...to offer me a mike...and ask me... to deliver a sermon..as to how to appease the sun, how to mingle with earth.. to that.. willing disciplined troop...( smile)..

I am...

Grimmy...NO..and a bit Groggy....NO...some grouchy NO....grotty..uh...but honestly at some times a bit inane,
I said that i am not complaining..but even if i were...but how could i forget to acknowledge, appreciate the work of one creative avante garde,


While you earn...that's nice..through your creations..benign i suppose..importing contents...from where you know,
Preparing, cooking and presenting and then quintessentially opulenting a gala show,


Genuinely...speaking...i dont know one particular genre to be one genius genteel,
With full of human desires, emotions, ambitions, angers, aspirations and body needs...i am...Not as one loopy loose mannered....but mostly as one prissy pristine,


Casual, witty, romantic, dreamy, working and perhaps some chivalrous might be my connotes,
Flirt and graceless i am not...but is nt it funny...that as invisible heads..you walk along me n hear and see..ok...but i do mind this all...and   you keep your real self safe in some sort of fort,


While being here...do you find me sleeping with some noisy snorts..or do you think that i should wear caps of some sorts,
Not to hide from one shinning above...but to hide my hot ears n forehead...from the cold and snoozy vibes..that were in the air..i caught...since these come from very high principled..throat.....

............... Hey Ishwar...............

O mighty omnipotent...omni present....ever able....and pleasurably very pleasing and humanly benign,
Just listen and listen very very carefully....here a devotee calls upon you....the dirty games in life has just lengthen...should i continue working...or just do resign,


O Ishwar...oooooooooooooo ishwar.....ever ever ever.....since eternity.....you came to rescue....who else made a call...from one's truest heart,
In one of your various....forms....you did come....to ease the vows...to ease the pains...of humanity that suffers...from satanic deeds...of those whom aim always remain...inflict a hurt,


courage you say..do have...then i say i have...faith in you say...do have...then i say that i have strong faith and belief in you,
knowing that you are the one...who is the ultimate...the absolute...and purest of the pure....and whitest as one of the most innocent truth.. the truest of the true,


everyday...the many who vouch in your name by ringing bells...lighting a diyas...begin their day,
then what transpires in their minds and why...i do not know...that to your own presence...they themselves defy...indulging your presence..in dirty games they play,


perhaps you are all above...all above to these hatred and false and sinful claims,
perhaps you on one of the day....just show your own magnificent presence...that is beyond control...just improbable and impossible to get tamed,


on that day again O Ishwar...O mighty omnipotent...omni present....ever able and pleasurably very pleasing and humanly benign,
you again become simplest of the simple....listening to a pray....and ends the pains of your devotees....ORDER THEM... " DO WORK...TILL YOU ARE ABLE..and just DO NOT RESIGN",


there you are...O Ishwar...the supremest of all...the colourful as enjoy-er...and inspiring all to be the doer, 
literally....its the true prayers....of worshippers....that moves you...and not the opulent shows of rich or the sheepish cries of the poors....

The Story of the TWO's...A biography of an imagination...

         
 from the continuation...


 the new chapter...


in continuations with the things that one gets or rather one enjoys.. the life literally tinkers with a process just to write yet an other chapter,
he was there all alone.. yet a witness to all that was happening in and around.. just gave a glaze and crossed fingers in his hair.. said.. " so amidst certain interesting factors",


the factors that were there to get seen and being witnessed and enjoyed.. were interesting in the ways certain things had taken interesting shapes,
said the he.. " to this i meant this and to that i meant that but look this became that and that the this.. thus made me a kind of person who just apes",


" but do i really" said the he.. and then literally came closer a mirror nearby that was standing tall in its fullest of shinning glory,
and then peeped deep into the mirror and immersed him in that or took that in him.. to see the things in proper prospectives that will just tell the real story,


the real story was in fact  interesting or rather was so fascinating that he himself made him a kind of narrator.. to tell the things with real spicy elans,
the smallest of an event be told with such passion.. and such romantically.. that in his glowing eyes.. the spark just oozes out while unrolling certain revealing plans,


the plan A said the he.. was to do that but could not.. so switched to plan B to see that plan C was just Ok to complete the things in plan D,
the D was just not happening so just called in again the A.. to say hello to the B.. who was not getting well with the C... oh my god.. said the He,


in fact the very legacy of travelling through A B C and D.. was just too novice.. hence said ok.. the union of them is partnered as one Big and true,
the union of them got friendly to him.. and they as owners said to him.. you are our imagination.. so in you we live and in we you shall.. through and through,


the roaring club of fours.. in fact were the owners of some big and tall clamours that had given them a unique name... the Sannjhi Singhnia's,
and how well the interesting factor came out that they shared a unique similarity with hero of Ghajini..oh wow me the kalpana of them.how remarkable was this interesting insignia,


in a way it was his own imagination and it was his own unique style to narrate a story in his own peculiar ways,
the young jest in him always remained to unravel the new.. else life at times becomes so boring literally forcing the trends to fell preys,


the preys to the boredom.. the gloomy faces.. absence of smiles.. and continuous streak of talks that just pull the big big pals of glooms,
aur bhi gam hai zamane mein... he said... mohabbat voh bhi ho jayegi... but why is this stark state of mind that always spin adversaries on the destiny looms,


i.. said the he.. if do have or shall do have such loom or looms.. shall always spin the processes that will bring the threads of glowing trends,
the vivacity in life is so glorious.. the colours so magnificent and opportunities so innumerable.. that shall give me no time.. to make any offends,


on the looms.. i shall spin.. the new ways and new systems and in these i shall learn the ways to be one among the capable plurals,
in sum.. being sad is part of life.. but for how long.. as in life nothing stays forever.. the one passing phase gets took over by fresh murals...






...To be continued...