...fever...

fever night fever..night fever..night fever..somewhere down the line the music was being in astounding sounds,
from the fictions of romances..some dancy superbs came out..in open blue spheres.. tapping the feet along this great song,


over and above in the horizons.. that were really far..the stars shined from their residencies.. yeah some gala galaxied cities full of star residents were with the different names,
names that signified their twinkles..with each and in each of their places.. they too swayed in air.. struting the fizz..spreading the aura were their aim,


wizzling fast to their fullest.. and redecorating theirs thru their twinkles and alike.. the flight of them had begin to come  and get mixed with their natizens.. thus arousing a tropical fever,
the parties on these blues had things.. in asking.. the jhonties in these grippling fields today had been in driving bodies..with flexing levers,


fever night fever night fever.. the song went on to its zenith and at there.. did it meet the stars.. to begin the superb and astounding mirchi tale,
some nostalgia through wearer of purani jeans struck the right chord.. fever shifted to more than a woman.. that tragically had lost its sweet sweet smiles years ago.. when she tried saving children while travelling in rail,


the dreamy eyed kalpana was so naive.. so classy.. and so neatly superb were her innocence in all humanity that she flayed,
beyond any parallel were her smiles.. han main hee..were the words that always travelled with her in all the emotives that she always played,


nevertheless the gatherers.. on zenith had come with the braces that were shut with drizzling ideas.. and key to open those were in kalpana's smiles,
the native in purani jeans.. called upon thru radio city.. that with big fm had arrived.. giving invis to whoa red fm.. who as always refused.. could never understand their hot styles,


but this time.. possibly to revoke and revive the naive kalpana.. purani jeans used all her charisma..and simplicity and made lateral appeals to filmi.. Gold and splendid rainbow,
briefly stopped over to have coffee with One..listening jazz at frequency 95.. the entire sequence of efforts she recorded.. to convey kalpana.. hans dey yaar kya patta kal ho na ho,


the eyes that were petrified.. literally shimmered with glitter..she inquired.. bacho ka kya hua.. the genuine tears rolled out of sheer helplessness whispered O God..where the humanity has gone.. these full grown men give children so much of pain,
literally she put her head in jeany lap.. sorry i could not help them to come out from their bonded plights.. every thing in me has become so sinful and insane,


no no.. the jeany consoled.. do not betray your feelings.. since on contrary to humanity you have done such noble deeds,
and believe me.. your efforts have not gone in waste..all your efforts been paid off and got success.. your really are a rocking friend of these children in need,


kalpana you know in the world of communication.. one lightening up for cause never goes in vain.. you know the info on tubes and screens travel faster than the sound,
all are just waiting for your smile kalpana..hey see.. they are all with their emotive smiles.. break even na ab toh yaar..with aplomb reach your actual gronds,


amidst so much of emotions.. so much of genuine feelings.. so full with real friends and family..the bindaas smile on her face returned.. the fever did return with mesmerizer song..


kalpana live well and live long........................

..sometimes..

sometimes i feel like complimenting a woman whose face has a calm and glorious glow,
on one day i saw the one.. smiling mingling and giggling with her buddy with some real and natural flow,

somehow i took the courage and walked towards her..to know from where she has got this bliss of pure joy,
but the tingles in her eyes explained everything...she the excellent was the genre of her own even in simplests of small buys,

that may be she have bought by giving a complete thought of the one she loved through her mind body and pure soul,
no outsider could travel into her except her own thoughts of the one's..though ofcourse she was modern and versatile traveler that never played games that were foul,

yeah she was the sports person.. who was on her sojourns on ways to london.. idea was either to play or to report,

thought of asking certain things but did never..since i thought and silently blessed.. that in the world of fanatics.. a many like you enthuse freshness simplicity and rare openness that behaves well but never retorts,

and the thinking what may have happened and how it may have happened that things between some couples go bitter and total wrong,

that culminates into factual abuses and violence.. the life converts into a hell.. forgetting all feelings.. oh why did not you play that song,

nt that a player was a radio jockey.. it was just this he was sitting on his computer..playing own liked and requested songs,

 a deep intruder from far away.. maybe just have began..gluing her fickle eyes.. with intents to fill dirt and troubles and make their life hell and do the all wrongs,

to do all the wrongs she then took the help of a few.. possibly cuddling and along with lying naked on their bed, 

forgetting she has a family..possibly had lost all her values.. increasingly all her ways traveled to spill schemes..to extend these wicked threads,

the more she sneaked into lives.. the more hostile she started to become and more and more naked became her ways,

right said a few real ones... that a woman when looses her sanity completely and arrogantly..she becomes a beast..with intents to kill and have feast in her lusting preys....