..as matter of fact..

..actually as a matter of fact i am a man or a male and its the truth none can deny,
as it is with a lot many other men also.. are you or are not you.. let it be known.. dont be shy,

as a matter of fact then if the same is to be known about females.. then this is truth none can deny,
as this is with a lot many other women also.. are you or are not you.. let this be known.. dont be shy,

i genuinely believe in these simple truths.. much like the universal truth.. that planet earth is round,
sun never sets.. and earth revolves around.. water is wet.. air cant be seen.. and many more grounds,

over those surfaces the water always maintain its level how so ever furious may be flooding furies,
lion never eats grass.. cow does not eat mutton.. etc etc are the open truths in the world.. without any juries,

no one can deny these.. no one can challenge these under any law and in any court of the land,
trying saying earth is flat.. sun sets.. lion eats grass.. cow gets fed on mutton.. i guess literally each shall blow its band,

letting each know.. lies lies.. lies.. you labhu the liar.. dont let us make such kind of unknown fools,
that dharmraj also spoke truth and we do also.. but like him we never put our biwi on gambling tools,

aray..who we found and who we have with us is the one and the only one.. genuinely loving and true,
are not with those kinds of addictions to gambles.. any way.. we are practical and normal human.. have flues,

these days coz of love bugs.. excess ho gaya yaar.. hence in a mood to relax in cozy company this sunday,
maybe one more night to have pleasure and enjoy to the hilt.. any problems.. but should not we.. yes we may...

                                .........thanks for giving nods...:)

 

..pertaining to one..." Genuine"..

..what is more pertaining in life...One Genuinely happy or one one deliberately sad,
genuinely happy i shall say always.. One genuinely good or one deliberately bad,

Genuinely good i shall say always.. One genuinely sensible or one deliberately mad,
genuinely sensible i shall say always.. One genuinely expressive or one deliberately bragged,

Genuinely expressive i shall say always.. One genuinely systematic or one deliberately quarreling quad,
genuinely systematic i shall say always.. One deliberately sneezy snider or one genuinely glad,

genuinely glad i shall always.. and then as matter of nature when i firmly began to believe in these,
then deliberately some sycophants had entered some where.. to shackle the faith of me.. maybe to please,

the fake and fickle..anyway.. i tried to let to this know in my words.. and i know at that times these were outbursting,
still anyway.. fake and fakes succeeded in their motives.. i was thrown out.. and in search i found one pertaining trusting,

the real genuine.. whooofs i said.. how bigger the price i had paid for working on those highs days and nights,
where my passion did not matter.. all mattered was the false sense of  pride and prejudice.. and with false rights,

but maybe the splendid sense to have pleasure in those a fews may have had eloped or gone,
nevertheless.. thats how these kept and keep interfering so brazenly.. these known unknown knowns....

 
 
     

...Greedy's greed...

greed is what.. 
greed is about storing wealth as idle assets in one's trunks and else wheres,

where..
no one except him or her can see.. or find.. since its an unaccounted wealth lying there,

in vaults.. in cupboards.. in any form.. but all unproductive.. and that all happens owing to some greedys greed,
for whom.. stashing money is the only motive... the greedy shall never be able to tell.. why is there so much of need,

where the greedy thinks of none else.. even of his or her own kids.. and all other nears and dears,
bus hai paisa.. hai paisa.. aa jaye kahin sey bhi.. aray should any be so blood pressed up.. with no fears,

that he or she does not feel at all.. and all addiction is about seeing the stashed money the moment he or she gets up,
in the morning or else... just to see.. or just to make space for one more layer of what else.. to necks cups,

no one can understand the greed of greedy and no one can stop any such from stashing so much of money,
ironically all the stashed money shall never be used to enjoy or consume by him or her own.. and thts much funny,

or the most interesting fact known to each and every reasonable enjoyer of good health and wealth,
that earning money and spending money of course on own establishment's and family's growth is good stealth,

that is open to each who know them so nicely.. who know that in no ways these enjoyers are greedy,
all that is know about them.. is just simple.. that these are real rich.. who earn.. who spend.. i say..QED......


 

 

 

 

..better..

..alright a few good are on the ways Tobe better or rather they always were and are,
in attempt to know all these.. i came to know.. these all just are near by.. living in heart.. never so far,

i said better.. i say better.. i shall keep saying better.. oh.. the better where has your something special gone,
no no i am not talking about this or it.. you know i m nt rd.. what i intend to say.. the simple zing to enjoy here upon,

yaar its the festive time.. the one majestic festival.. of hopes and aspirations.. of enjoying as beings better enough,
alright.. to be bad is such an enticing trait kya.. if yes then be.. but then.. suffocation is what.. what is really tough,

tough is to be good.. suffocation s can be spread any coz to be bad is the easiest way to get attentions,
just thoda.. ya destroy.. ya zaroorat sey zyada tung kiya... what may have eloped from one self.. good tensions,

yes those tensions.. yeah those tensions.. that any gets when blood gets circulated to that particular part of the body,
to feel good enough.. to feel kind enough.. to feel better.. but maybe some are hell bent Tobe bad and shoddy,

and destructive and abusive.. and of extremely provocative... inflammatory minds,
whose work.. destroy.. divide.. abuse.. be bad enough to the fullest... may be to be better is for them a lose of all kinds..

                   ............ except the real profits that better always earn...

                                
  

..for once..

..yeah for once i thought i should go.. call.. see and try talking with a friend who misunderstood,
and i went.. i called.. unanswered.. i called again.. unanswered.. may be the ego of that just did or could,

do nothing except being at ease.. to feel.. oh how big i have become hence its not good to be a friend of one such,
ordinary.. though a survivor against many a odds.. well after a deep thought i said.. alright let go.. adore have no gruch,

or any sort of ill will.. thats life you know.. many a times things like these for once or for all the times happen,
in practical terms.. they did say.. cant you see we dont have the time.. fine.. yeah.. dont have some thing.. called the weapon,

or the emotions.. or those things or the memories.. that in being egoists you dont want to recall or nourish,
alright your choice.. i let go.. shall never call you again ever.. hum chotay admi hai.. may be i am a bit borish,

for once.. and for ever i came to certain conclusions that i am sure are good enough to remember in life,
be able to rise... be able to survive.. be able to be of some sort of value.. make own gussa a weapon to rise above.. to ease each strife...
 

... Triumph...

...triumph over the evil and evils.. the boastful high headed the one demon king.. Raaavan,
attained by the one.. the most specific and glorious.. Sri Ram.. saga sung by each and every one,

of triumphs.. of victory.. of tales.. of the specific and virtuous glory.. of the one.. strong and hard from inside,
Ram... Ram... Ram.. i utter in each phrase...  in each beginning.. in each word.. since i feel Ram is besides,

always always.. in heart.. in veins.. in breaths.. in blood.. in sweats.. in transitions.. in each work that i do,
kahan sampooran hoga mera kaam Ram kay bina.. never ever.. hai Ram ka saath toh kyon mein kissi bhi dukh say darro,

even in moments of comforts.. happiness.. and what else good that i may get in this life,
Ram kaa saath.. is the one.. the most precious.. the most comforting.. to ease out any kind of strife,

Said.. unsaid.. quotes.. unquotes.. done.. undones..  seen.. unseen.. heard.. unheard.. met and unmet,
thats what life had been to me.. of me.. and for me.. cud not snatch away.. the faith in one.. sublime sublet,

the precious or rather the most precious property or asset that i can and i could ever have,
true physical comforts i do not have many.. yet Ram.. Ram. shall always be my faith as strong as architrave....