..... keep glowing...

keep glowing with the jonesses as the things you do and things we do are competitive but possibly the positive and bright,
in attempt to be the better the aim is always to make one own self better.. instead of dirtying the other and giving scares and sorrowed plights,


in this world of full of oligopoly.. there can never be a monopoly.. coz in those traits the things and attitude become haughty.. thus of arrogance,
to get better of the competition.. the method is that of keep glowing or keeping up with the jonesses.. to say.. yea.. markets are with competitive fragrance,


you sense the better aroma or taste of your competitive products coz in your attitude.. the one thing remains.. come up with things.. that are fresh and cool,
the designs that are new and innovative.. takes over the minds.. sooth the eyes.. and in buyers preferences you become an able one.. that always uses proper tools,


in evolving one again and yet again through fresh methods and through better attitudes.. possible go a long way to keep up with ever evolving jonesses,
maybe there are times.. others get better.. but is it like losing a war.. its not.. coz doing job or work is just getting on with things.. through proper processes,


said we kept up with jonesses but could not match its pace as the trends keep changing.. hence jonesses purred from there... this way to reach your aim,
the ones who could literally see this trendy jonesses.. possibly shall go that way too politely and correctly to meet so smilingly.. ah.. pleasure to have you as my earned acclaim,


where did the environment got dirtier.. what did one make any other inferior.. and where did the kind of abusive accusations and words got thrown,
NO WHERE.. NO WHERE ELSE.. the only thing remained and that is keep glowing with the jonesses.. as the jonesses is evolving and makes you innovative.. fully grown...




                                       keep evolving with the jonesses to be with it... Man...

the song..

once upon a time i used to hear one song that was sung by a singer thru an old microphone,
the song was about he with his sheee.. that shee used to sing in her whistling voice.. on finding hee all alone,


the loner was a waiter on those days..sitting attentively in front of an idiot..waiting to hear.... the song,
and remaining busy to surf page after page.. and reading spiritual lessons.. thus praying.. that things do not go wrong,


the whole world is an illusion.. kind of songs...became the literal hummable highs.. on listening notes,
and the real world is dupic delusion.. kind of pretensions..became the liberal perceived sighs.. as world discarding votes,


writing a huge thesis in praise of she... the hee became.. what only hee cud know,
in thinking no one knew.. he came to know that all knew.. thus becoming that..  beginner..from the successful pro,


and here as successful pro.. there was a time.. that he spent all along as one real and cool,
after that...there came the time.. and in that he did what he was doing earlier.. but courtesy.. a few.. he became the illusion-ed fool,


so ok.. that time can never come back and can never come back the years that had gone by,
but the memories can be kept as memories.. and literally recalling.. that singer is whistling..from near by,


being sure no hurt is intended.. no bad name is given.. to those.. who somehow were or possibly are the wonderful friend.
assuming that those lyrical thesis were correct... but things happened in dirtier ways and toxic was the trend,


but then to have the pleasant the cheerful memories of the person you once upon a time knew.. was the one you showed great admires,
the memories remain the same.. and jokes means jokes.. that are told to enthuse a laughter.. not as one sticky insect sticked on some barbed wires,


but then the laughter that get enthused come after only when the teller of a joke has always some pleasing thoughts,
a changer of an environment.. one has to be.. in putting listeners at ease by making the tropics a bit cooler that are getting a bit too hots,


tell them ok you hear you listen and then where has your tongue gone through which you can speak,
tell them ok you read you open and then  where has your eyes    gone through which you get a view from your peak,


from your peaks you usually and you must have the wonderful views of all that get happens.. in the lower grounds or lanes,
and you say that the view is of your liking then why you keep this view with yourself.. should not you share this by inviting one in your designy planes,


so oho.. your planes have taken off and thus are flying high above the horizons and thus are the reasons to make you the one equipped of all seasons,
for summers, winters, rains springs autumns etc etc.. you have everything then why should here be any unease in you.. and why shud you believe in treason,


literally after having every thing you ought to be in that pleasant and peaceful frame of mind.. that telling some cool jokes should be your whistling style,
cud say that once upon the time the pilot forgot to refill the tank and told about it in mid air.. hence had to apply the parachute oil on spinning head.. for the while,


for the while coz the pilot was very very happy on that day and hence had got the courage to tell me about some real real deadly joke,
i fainted and i got tainted and i visualised my funeral proceedings from that that above.. so to quench my deadly and last thrust i opened my last coke,


opened happiness... the voice somehow reached up in that shores...from the ones who too in proper collaboration had made some lavish funeral plans,
and on landing you straight away reached that spot.. and said... picture abhi baaaaki hai dost.... the best of me is yet to come... is your living elan....