i choose..

i choose to live life of choice.. good or bad.. what else.. but life certainly is not the chance,
i choose to stay motivated.. good all the times.. knowing being such shall always enhance,

                                   an opportunity..

i choose to be useful for any with whom i get associated.. both in personal n professional relations,
i choose to remain reasonably pleased n put curved 10 by 10 smile.. celebrate their elation's,

                                   of success n good fortune...


i choose to be medium of change.. n perhaps in these i get monitised as the medium of exchange,
i choose to have enough of motivation in me.. so that i stay with in my unit.. as unit not beyond range,

                                   of being asset not the liability...


i choose self esteem.. since i know it is the belief that keep me sustained in hours of intense needs,
i choose hard work.. again getting inspired from the success stories of those a few.. who did the deeds,

                        of being the successful entrepreneurs...



i choose to always listen to my inner voice.. be fair n be nostalgic,

about many loving people who in their owns ways remain charismatic,

     

         well almost always..

and finally.. I choose to admire those who transcends an aura of them,

wherever they live.. wherever they go... these sparkle 😍 like the Gem..

              as individuals with beauty & brain..

            

                                      

i let these..

some times some situations become uneasy and uncomfortable courtesy some rigid attitudes,
of some or of many.. while some have opinions of their own that i call their way to express gratitude,

or say thanks n here i say typically glamours women who have both with them.. beauty n the brain,
do like to say things in simple words.. having likes for own IT.. i let these.. do not put them in uneasy pain,

i let these to bloom like the women they are.. and who am i to put the blocks in their enjoying grace,
that these show off being cozy n closer n hopefully in arms and the face being hidden with kissing face,

these views are of my own.. not radical at all.. these views are just normal since i know the simple way,
that how two loving live with each other n make love to each other.. i believe these find space to sway,

i sincerely let these.. you know in wintery night is their any better way to live indulge sleep n relax,
and after doing good things.. under the wraps.. being n getting in mood again to do more in reflex,

by repeating some good things or being in motion again.. and slowly settling the point accross,
that you did not do this.. and i am doing and in how better way.. i let these without putting cross..

to indulge in sex is the way of life.. to enjoy the pleasure is surely the bliss,
i never stop any.. i let these.. i often wish them good luck.. have the charming in arms.. put up generous kiss....

                                good .uck.. :)

..the mood maker..

quite often i feel strange when i try recalling the last time when i tried killing the mood to have sex,
not even one occasion could i find in last 3 decades.. means i am the one who pushes one in to get wax,

and melt in the arms of the one.. you love n like to get indulged with.. hence typically i am maker of mood,
you feel happy from within.. get rid of  or be relieved of all unnecessary mental tensions.. just don't be prude,

or feel shocked or get annoyed when as in first night you are pushed in repeatedly to be the better of,
who you know.. n how.. do i need to tell this.. no no.. the heights of excitements you know.. do it without khauf,

yeah the early mornings are quite and enticing n quite rich too.. to make each other sweat n be warmed,
relax.. after doing.. feel the glow n charm on the face.. the mood appetizer.. sexing n mating never harms...

                             do it.... :)

genuine..

genuine is the one.. boss.. friend.. family or whatever... who does never scare,
does not bother either on showing concerns n passion.. genuine actually remains fair,

i remember the games a few decades ago i used to play as kid with my friends of my age,
at that time.. six or seven or eight perhaps.. n one such.. hide n seek.. thappa.. finally was the craze,

to tell you could not find me.. while i was hiding behind the door.. nai.. behind the large trunk,
that used to hoard many things.. woolens.. razais.. blankets.. n what not.. just to get in n get sunk,

yeah i used to do that.. jumping from the height upon those soft cottoned pillows n razais n daris,
a game for us the kids.. so warming particularly during the winters.. none bothered much about the curries,

that we would be getting in the dinner.. possibly taken by 9 o clock in the night n then hot milk before sleep,
but not before listening to some kahanis by nana nanis.. dada ji.. n elders.. ofcourse never bothered to peep,

into the other room.. the newly wed e.g.. mamaji n mamiji had just checked in.. for that their's first night,
what we uttered... mami's name.. n then put the blanket on the face to pretend no no i am not in to fright,

n disrupt the indulgence of newly weds.. the early 70s i guess n during the wet n cold winter,
the decades has passed on.. since then.. n with these too the games also to scare.. as happens in world of printers,

the transformation.. the change.. the gradual growing.. the continuous process toward to be one successful genuine,
who does not scare.. rather is concerned.. any ways all personal attributes.. but i do remain sanguine...

              am not the boss though.. but to remain hopeful n content with life is worth a smile..
                                           :)

generous

generous.. the people are and how.. yeah the people are financially better n better than many,
generous.. in that financial way i am not.. hence i stay off from certain mishabits.. the uncanny,

that are bit strange.. a bit awkward.. a bit mysterious.. though it would be fine n nice way to know,
a generous to the core.. from heart.. mind.. body n the soul.. conversing in open.. on the way to bestow,

a generous view.. a generous caliber..a generous intent.. a generous grace whose shine is just infinite,
the regal infinity.. the common sense holder.. well the seasoned professional who understands the plights,

of the people who work with them n for them.. n with generosity acknowledges yeah there is a limit,
the working limit.. n there shall always be harms socially.. if i force them to work beyond n treat then free hit,

who can be shouted.. threatened.. abused.. black mailed.. etc etc.. just to tell yeah i am the one who am,
the generous.. then i plead..ask the lady or know the lady.. majority of these are else without greed.. who can,

or rather do stay as the generous with their generouses.. earning better.. enjoying better n sleeping,
with better habits of course.. palms in palms.. breasts upon chests.. exploring just exploring not peeping.....

..aliens..

from the memories of someone.. named the traveller.. the real reveller .. whose time had come,
to meet some aliens.. the men eaters of course.. strangly for women the aliens had flippant bum,

flippered of course with no content in front and behind.. the aliens encountered the traveller,
shown teeth.. vertical eye.. flat bottom and large large bum to unshackle traveller's sense of being reveller,

picked the human flesh and bones to chew.. they chewed n sucked the blood.. human blood,
danced like the wolves.. the aliens had one new feast in front.. they vented.. from their wiping hood,

the traveller.. took off his camera.. and began capturing the momments of vices of aliens dready deeds,
to show these to people in the real world.. n going further began taking selfies with them.. need need,

need yours with me.. need the one behind.. all selfies of course.. thinking he would reveal these on instagram,
or on his statuses at facebook.. or shall tweet from his account... the aliens n the me.. n i am from,

some town.. or some big city.. but what he forgotton in his excitement.. that he is amidst men eaters,
who in a few minutes time shall begin feasting upon his head neck ribs soft tummy n kadak pennying heater,

yummy they would say then.. but then make him understand that in a few minutes he is going tobe no more,
n with nothing bodily coz all parts are going to be consumed by aliens.. fighting amongst.. for more for sure,

the aliens by now had begun the play n traveller busy in taking selfies making videos n forming plans,
to reveal to the world.. his encounter with aliens.. without any names.. sucking hot blood their elans,

but may be traveller knew how to get him out from the clutches of these vicious n dracular beasts,
he began to sing musafir hoon yaroon na ghar hai tikhana.. mujhay chaltay jaana hai.. for festival feast,

that are in offing in his world during the festive days.. the markets abuzz with all kinds of dry
fruits,
good to eat na.. better eating habits he said n began chaltay jaana in his melodious voice.. to check in finest suite.... 


                           till he returned home his own home.. harmless to share the selfies...

                                                upon........:)

obsessive..

me obstinate.. difficult to understand.. or hard to comprehend,
me obsessive.. unable to let go the unmet.. or easy to apprehend,

none of the one the above mentioned.. but me is the one simple me,
one such.. just one such.. one such.. none else but the just to be,

what i could be n what i am.. what i can.. though not knowing,
what i shall be.. what the future holds for me.. loving or annoying,

but then me the obstinate.. difficult to understand or hard to comprehend,
none of these.. me the doer of my karmas.. me going with the trend,

that is latest.. though of course.. there are certain things that are tough,
like i cant bring my age back to twenties.. cant play the cricket in the rough,

cant bowl the slow offturners.. cant even bat at the last position,
cant field at the short leg to take sharp reflexes.. cant spell the notion,

that is wrong.. but still.. yeah but still.. some thing good is alive in me,
that lets me go.. lets me go with the flow.. though of course i do plea,

to literally each.. that i do look into my mirror n i do see my own face,
in the mirror.. i do not make any attempt to mend the scars of grace,

i earned in my entire life.. struggling through many ways to earn the means,
for livelihood.. i roamed on roads on harsh summers.. in rains in leans,

the periods.. to garner business.. in cold winters.. in autumns in springs,
but did i ever be.. me the obstinate.. how could i be.. how could i be loathing,

waqt hee nahi milla to do all these things.. you know the worries,
n more worries.. sad still have no time to full these indulging furries,

kee kabhi naaraz ho jaye.. kee kabhi i too must also keep some attitude,
to be important.. na bhai..  not such luxury in life.. hence with gratitude,

saying n telling in nice clean n crystal clear words,
one person.. who i can say.. yaar.. hai ek.. for me also in this world....

                   

Me.. no no..

kaun mein.. offo.. using the words of some song.. copy right violated let it be,
but me.. no no.. thats i intend to let know.. better always live with better.. he better with better she,

kaun mein.. the ugly.. no no.. but some nice facts are great n always practical in precise ways,
comforts.. come at the cost the great cost.. i cant afford.. n i cant cheat or steal.. to have your says,

that i am better.. but i say.. kaun mein.. no no.. what i believe in is simply the simple n precise,
earn through proper ways.. thats it.. n some earn hundreds.. some in thousands.. some do pay excise,

its their duty yaar.. dont get hurt please..they earn in millions n billions.. their level of comforts calm n cool,
so.. the me.. no no.. you know i never pitied about me.. i just let you know no no i am not in to make you fool,

though some times i wanted to say.. kee banay huay ko.. i restrained me.. never know what sort of blast will blow off,
to fuse me with all the blah blah.. i can feel the heat.. then i say kaun mein.. no no..i think itna toh hona chahiye khouf,

of some.. who deliberately could not distinguish between mine means mera n surname the mehra,
if such is the situation then punjabi's  mehrasons jewellers mera.. so is fc mehra's plaza of mera,

so should be the mehrain dee hatti.. n hence forth all the hits proceeds from zanjir to some's of shaddi,
thats what i watched na.. hey ishwar where do i go to entertain me.. oh for me.. no no.. but why.. is it shoddy,

to relax a bit .. to indulge in some things that are simple n of course not so expensive as in goings out,
me cant afford many comforts n indulgences n i am not pitying about me.. i am just being true to you friend.. shed all doubts..


                                          please...























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criticism..

criticism are the homing pigeons ..these always return home with the different vocals,
you shower disrepute for any for no biological reason.. but in heart you know spreading lies are local,

that simply remains with you all the times.. haunting you.. or rather asking.. why.. short of some better words,
that could be used instead.. but arrogance.. power.. fame.. or all that was mirage.. gone in secs.. making you nerds,

of one void.. of one forum of thinking.. that believes in.. questioning n flying off reputations are their rights,
then do you live in glass house sir.. you will never answer to these all i know.. reason.. i have no might,


or the authority as the common person.. any way.. why i suffer more coz i put me first before saying words,
to all those positions that are difficult.. i reach their first.. i do the tasks.. n then i ask.. young are you nerds,

who could n can do nothing of the sort that i can n i have been doing even while i m double of your age,
n i know criticism are the homing pigeons n these always return home with venom.. hence i better care for my cage,

in which i live.. i live in house though.. anyway.. its better for some to live within with their peculiar feels,
neither are their hands dirty.. nor are their words.. they are the holy n the holiest.. lets see where they reach with such zeal.....

                                  i  am fine...:)

crystal

clearly what is crystal.. does the one that brittles is crystal,
or does the one that shines apparently n brilliantly.. quite easily brittles,

but how.. the one that is detailed n is quite glowing.. the contents that are how so ever minute,
are quite visible.. rather are crystal clear to extent these have not got dilute,

or infected by biased n dirty thinking.. knowing its simple tobe happy but difficult tobe simple,
coz being simple means being simply simple.. being crystal clear.. being the bearer of wrinles,

when the age catches up.. being simple means.. to admit yeah in age i am getting old,
n work like a professional with mature mind.. being simple means being a bit of bold,

to have own points of view.. that do not get affected or distorted by any's other perceptions,
for all those simples.. telling the perceivers in crystal clear words.. am here despite all distractions,

to do what i have to.. telling.. some jobs are rough n tough n are difficult to make these simple, 
telling there are many comforts that are gone.. but sustaining.. courtesy energy within.. like lintel,

that does not open its door to any distortion that tries peeping in.. wanting to know what's up,
energy conveys.. let us work in coordination.. we working in tend um.. nothing blurs none usurps..

dulcet...

alright but anyway.. letting you a simple n humorous yet blistering sexy untold story,
once upon the time over the place in a town used to live one with own pedalo.. named glory,

n with it i mean with glory that the one used to pedal with pleasure over water.. how so deep water may be,
of course wearing life saving jackets..but peeved with depth of.. oh water.. thinking how deep can be this bay,

of Bengal or where else he did not know.. how could he as he never measured the.. depth of that oblong,
but at times while pedaling some where near some observatory over the hill.. he used to feel he belongs,

to one dulcet.. sweet n soothing.. young n gorgeous observant.. refined reflective purely fine n fit,
not alone.. but with own team.. to study astronomy.. semblance of her.. sexy gripping with the grit,

halcyon.. hale.. and always imbued with sense of precision.. always with sense of clean yet crispy humour,
that hurts no one.. n occasionally she got filled with desires to have fun from.. with one on pedalo to quash rumour,

that otherwise got spread.. she never indulged into.. neither did she like to be known as one initiator,
of loose talks.. pinning pranks.. she knew its more annoying to indulge in games.. foul.. played by traitors,

so quite often she used to observe the natural observations that are all observed in natural universe,
sun.. moons.. Jupiter.. Pluto.. Saturn.. Mars.. Venus.. galaxies.. satellites.. rays.. light years.. converse,

symmetries.. synergies on planet earth.. n through observation she found these all actual n stable with pulls,
astronomically true.. with own weathers n gravitation..own trajectories.. yet each barren with boiling annuls,

no trace of life.. no life could grow there even.. she observed n many more.. with tons of scientific loads,
filled with complex mathematical calculations.. yet amidst these she believed she is human with emotions told untold,

with desires to live life on earth as normal.. as one pinkish n glowing who would nt like to revolve on its axis,
rather she would let the study close.. have fun with friends n family.. she knew she needs some reflexes,

that shall make her aware.. yeah she is dulcet.. n beauty n astronomy can coexist only when she relaxes,
n gives the twinkling stars n sun above over there the break too.. not to act.. but to unwind to have more reflexes,

of own personality.. of own charms.. of own beliefs.. of own hums.. of own self made jokes.. of own humour,
may be to laugh from distance over saturn's n its rings charm.. saying on earth we worship you.. its not rumour,

saying worshipping you is far better idea.. than to get gravitated towards you.. you leave nothing in your pulls,
to influence me towards your barren spaces.. oh itti saari zammen.. that for free.. saturn yaar why not make the full,

use of yours itti.. instead of being angry all the times upon me the..ha ha.. anyway your choice your will,
i do the dandwatt pranam.. n thats my touching of your imagined feet.. with all the courage i have.. i fill..

                    the imaginary bond.. in bold letters.. i can not meet you.. 

..justified..

..so your anger is justified and intense and so filled with hate n angst against me,
i just had to ask but i did not for reasons i know.. indifference i call.. said free to free yourself from sprees,

that are there in your heart n mind n soul.. release your vents i said.. am here to face your volleyes,
and please.. sorry you would not hear.. please.. so be free to be free spirited to unleash as jolley,

who has all the rights except to listen to own faults.. that also can be in one.. can  not.. thats what you say,
ishwar ho kya.. nirgun.. nispaksh.. i again wanted to  ask.. but restraint me.. no matter even if there are ways,

to express my views like many do.. coming in open.. ripping apart said n un said.. filthy views as in outburst of angers,
no no i do not want to be associated in memorizing you.. of course many good things happened .. jusified.. does not languor,

in inactivity.. in doing nothing.. in insipid pleasures.. in any thing that atleast tells.. right i believe,
in things that are not done with intent to hurt you.. but if still.. then sorry i m not able to change your perceives..


                          may be you are the victims of your perceptions only.. 

amazing young..

actually and infact its not the question about being actual young,
its all abt attitude within.. within these.. that tells.. a good song is sung,

through their views.. their professionalism.. their acquired skill,
through these they reach to millions.. interact.. share joys n thrill,

young in thinking.. young in actions.. young in looks of course,
young in letting know.. young in dynamism.. young in being having no remorse,

what amazes me the most.. how with in do they gather mesmerizing zeal,
its not one day phenomenon.. its the traversing years of being young with a feel,

that is special.. that is subtle.. that is of young latent n young attitude,
possibly knowing own-self is an art.. forever young..with no substitute,

actually true.. some energies remain young always.. young force to reckon along,
excellence only.. these amazing young... with metaphors.. do belong...

                      to each n every.. :)

who the hell are you?

no no don't get me wrong here.. i did not ask any who the hell you are,
the question was asked years ago.. is still asked by someone living far far far,

who the hell you are.. are you ceo of google.. or the ceo of any other foundation,
are you film star.. are you a singer.. a sports person.. any other with temptation,

with a lot many desires in life and to get the things in life that one really wants,
are you any of these.. if yes then stay.. and if not then get out.. n listen do not haunt,

hmmmn.. before i could reply in simple words.. that i am what i am n doing what i like,
my job that i love to do for living.. my hobby for writing i get inclined to put in words for hike,

but before i cud reply in these words.. the door was slammed over face n was closely shut,
from inside.. and the words kept buzzing  me.. who the hell you are.. though i knew.. but,

why would that someone listen to the fact.. since i always knew n i always know who i am,
the one who simply holds on with own tasks ..with own beliefs..with own faiths..in own Ram,

the one who i believe is strong.. all personal beliefs i feel.. but what if its not of someone's liking,
i do not know.. except the fact.. the poser.. who the hell are you.. i said nothing.. but still spiking,

since years.. the someone.. with the poser..behind me.. who the hell you are.. you are,
i know i am an ordinary human..  but what do i do with the question.. been asking from that far..


                    who the hell you are??..

                           :)..

oh!!!!..

oh!!!!.. what the bloody hell ever lasting.. yet the changing.. mortal and the real in true,
forget about visiting.. i live.. bloody hell.. wanna know how.. then chaley aao.. n see through,

the prism of heavenly glasses you wear.. perhaps in heavens live the people having no stick,
that is why they all look same.. n none is special.. how can one be special without giving a kick,

to a start.. tonight in the bloody hell.. full of adams n eves.. enjoying the flavour of juicy apple,
ipods.. or what else.. connecting all the times.. in bloody hell.. unlike in heavens that simply grapple,

with the dictats.. do not do.. do not meet.. do not say hello.. n do not embrace each other,
wow what the heaven.. unchanged since time eternal.. nevertheless.. way to hell is rather,

hellish.. yet quite fascinating since what may n what does happen after wards is simply sexy,
n the kind of hell.. the bloody hell.. exists here somewhere.. who visits whom.. let us see....

                               :)..

..comfortable..

comfortable thats what i felt about you.. thought you living in comforts,
with all amenities means n resources besides.. then what.. missing spurt,

or thrust.. i do not know.. what i know.. the earth is round n sun rises from east,
those who love.. always meet each other.. yeah almost always..n then feast,

upon.. together n may be share one single plate may be full of good rice,
or cup of ice cream.. cone.. golguppa.. kulfi.. what else.. oh the rum with nice,

may be on the rocks.. anyway all good things na.. but then guess what,
in the name of pretending.. i/we wanted to meet.. but diverted.. dont get hurt,

ok.. whats wrong in having the choices.. n why should i feel awkward n bad,
since that day i have never felt hurted.. i am fine.. n normal.. i have i had....  


                          thanks........

..grace in age..

grace in age.. or age with the grace.. that i do live these days,
my greys over my head n body.. tell.. naturally..there is a real say,

it says.. look buddy you are not a film star.. nor any other super rich,
who can afford all the surgeries on body and face.. you know of which,

kind.. yes i do know to some extent.. but for sure these are very expensive,
these need heavy monthly or weekly expenses.. yeah i know these are of distinctive, 

who can afford.. anyways.. i live my life with my own face skin and body,
my aches.. my pains.. my creases on my forehead my wrinkles are no parody,

these are actually in real on my face.. and forehead.. yeah the greys on head,
and with these i live my age with grace.. am fine with life's great thread....


                          thanks...:)

Quite.. Quite please..

there is a saying quite common and quite interesting and quite likable this i said,
and as i was about to tell the saying.. in words.. some simply interfered.. just from the shade,

thinking the word quite was about her.. and here all i said.. quite nice.. quite beautiful..quite likable,
quite talkative.. quite social.. quite friendly.. quite civilized.. and quite stable,

so some quiet adamantly... quietly took these upon her..sticking all quite adjectives.. around her room,
quite excited.. quite quarrelingly.. quite steeringly.. quietly made the space.. even quietly washing corners with broom,

o o.. quite quite.. though i wanted to use some other words to describe some habits that are quite hard,
i did not.. since i know how horrible and painful the situation becomes.. from nice to.. of discard,

of contempt.. of being unworthy.. filthy.. scary.. no no.. let her be quite.. quite connector to all quiet words she likes,
why should i interfere.. into her quite world.. quite thoughts.. even when noise reign supreme quietly on mikes,

so quietly i gave in.. i give in.. to the world of some quiet.. and i know amidst ego lusters and egoist busters,
the world of quiet is quite enjoying always.. and who can have the courage to muster,

the accuses n loud abuses.. all the times.. can you??.. since i do not have such courage.. quite am i right,
and quite clear.. still the world of quite..is quite somber.. quite calm.. quite pristine.. and quite upright,

with no obsolete trends.. since the world of quite is quite trendy.. quite mature.. quite sexy and quite melodious,
quite splendid.. quiet sporty.. quite literary.. quite fine and fair.. quite crazy and finally quite glorious...

Weak... weaker...or the WEAKEST..

a person or some persons.. having everything.. one day became weakest weaker the WEAK,

and from that day on wards.. the person started giving troubles to us n many.. became the kind of freak,

and putting hurdles always in the ways.. thus halting the process that until then was effusive n smooth,

from one rich in every thing the person became the poorest in all zings.. loosing grace n sense to soothe,

the nerves.. stresses in life.. you know such an aura the person had.. a word was enough to relieve any tension,

of mind of course.. downward needs ecstasy n good company.. anyway.. good memories need some mention,

what happens in life of some real versatile.. creatives n efficient humans.. why the genius zing goes missing,

seen those directors.. seen those actors.. read those writers.. worked with those entrepreneurs.. with no hissing,

these all had begun with such mesmerizing appeal.. such innovative zeal.. that never did these seem boring,

entire works of them were touching.. logical yet imaginative.. humbly they always accepted each adoring,

never seemed arrogant.. never seemed submissive n weak.. in fact never the weaker.. and the weakest,

but then one day what happened.. what went wrong in their lives.. but what i know n knew of them.. they were the best,

i mean it takes a lot to become the best.. yet to loose all that is earned.. it hardly needs any thing,

except the futile arrogance.. you know to redeem as good currency in the market.. being appreciated is the zing...

                         generally i appreciate :)..

..an edited talk..

dont worry its an edited talk between the two.. close to each other through the heart,
though all over there is a liberty to converse.. but ours got edited.. hmmn.. we are real naa..not flirt,

anyway... someone asked me.. so poison.. removed from your talks or not.. and should i ask you something,
poison in me.. in meeee.. when have you seen and noticed.. any way.. take the lead to hide your insulting zings,

by shouting loud on me.. yet again.. though what i said n kept said and shall keep saying again n again,
but why should i yet again.. i too need my space.. sorry .. go on maddening others.. n see what you gain,

since i too need the peace of mind.. and i dont want to be a cynosure or in simple the center of attention,
why should i be.. the world consist of amazing humans.. much better in each sense.. financial without any mental tension,

tell me where is the poison here and where have i insulted any of these or you in knowing abt .. how i feel,
anyway.. letting you know.. years ago i met a spanish girl.. and persuaded her to change her accent with the zeal,

to let her know about the clean and clear Victorian English.. and see even the network respect these in retrospect,
that in order to respect these.. the contemporary.. no no.. the institution in complete.. and here is no regret,

to let you know.. that i try speaking quite clean and clear the language that is English.. just for the sake of such,
that what i feel about any language.. two ways to learn.. mother tongue.. or learning through alphabets.. anyway have no gruch,

since no where have i said anything.. or intended to say.. that you are ineffective or of no use,
your choice.. your preferences.. your verbals and your abuses.. yeah in return of abuses i too use some muse,

unmet.. identity crisis.. parallel.. etc etc.. and why should not i.. who on being on abusing ends should not speak,
or speak after an respectable edited talk... oO.. here i curtail my words.. better understand what i mean.. i m no fanatic freak...








































    

am i....

am i.. i do not know.. what i know is simple,
i am not preferred at all.. reason in smiles or dimples,

that i do not have.. money.. fame.. power.. or in any such,
political affiliations.. political bonding none.. but no grouch, 

since i am not frustrated neither am i lost to see other succeed,
with clean self esteem it is what i am...what can be the proceeds,

then.. 

for you to decide.. since in arrangements n equality,
i am none equal to you.. my destiny na.. not the worry to such duality,

where else you belong is your space.. n your places,
i do not belong to those.. as per your sayings.. have graces.....



              to quit n leave....:)

Once....

just for once it happened and thereafter some one became the own ever and forever,
stayed persisted... longed through heart.. genuinely crossed the way as beautiful and as if never,

was such before.. nor could any other be.. though the matters of beauty could only be experienced by a few,
or many and why not.. beauty is after all to see... and to be touched and kissed by one she allowed n knew,

who??? i guess a lots shall say " yeah i am".. though i believe she would have said to few.. no No NO.. not to offend,
and if i were one such.. alright i would say.. your life and your preference.. your likes to persist n i bend,

and quit.. never to malign you.. never to stalk you.. never to talk rubbish about you and for you,
after all what is in the relations besides having regards.. hence keeping memories trim fit fresh and true,

gone i would say and would like to listen that mesmerizing song... gone Gone GONE.. my life is now turned... exceeeeellent, 
from good enough.. i believe.. but what about one blood thirsty tyrant huffy..who remains haughty and adamant,

and keeps haunting and chasing... disgustedly.. as person in disguise.. why i dont know.. though all can see his ways,
of extreme disgust.. much like a derailed engine.. that has lost its path.. thus runs after passerbys.. much as super gay,

in search of some like me to pierce from behind.. and here i said no No NO.. said life of you shall be of what with me,
sorry i said.. my likings and habits still are good n beautiful enough.. anyway pardon me and on me please dont spree,

the disgust and disgrace.. i am nothing of that type.. and i just like to be one likable through the beautiful's eyes,  
and this is the normal way of living since except you each lives this way... problem kya hai apko.. and you why,

are after me.. stalking.. window peeping.. etc etc.. and what kind of mannism has been left in you,
that you tend tobe such kind of dictator.. you have to retrospect your behavior.. look in age i grew,

from that child who was abused.. to middle age human.. and finally to each sensible human with fit enough IT,
with prowess with in.. that how would you impress your woman you love.. tarnish.. abuse.. or garnish and enthuse as sporty FIT....


                                              waiting......:)
 
 

A cup of tea..

a cup of tea.. Hot and strong with rusks and bhujia.. enough for the entire day,
particularly when the food is not of good quality or unhygienic and foul.. Tea remains in my prays,

prays rey.. not preys.. and literally these cups of tea had remained my only food during some of my touring days,
in south while traveling to interior and oven hot Andhra in humid summers.. ildlis water and tea i had in my trays,

not to serve though.. yet even if i would have wanted to.. literally each would stare at me and pointing fingers,
towards their 2ft long lunch boxes..of rice.. sambhar.. rasam and onion chatni.. saying chaiwaley on these we linger,

yeah you do.. quite often i used to say and added that with this 2ft long box i can feast upon for 2 days,
stares.. more stares and glares and more scares.. nashtha mein kya hona..they often asked.. nothing i would say,

and those travels through the coasts from Goa to cool city Belgaum during the heavy konkan rains,
two or three cups of hot tea with mirchi and paavs.. tell you nothing better to cool the veins,

just standing near the window of katcha road side dhabas.. experiencing the heavy konkan and coastal rains,
and feasting upon mirchis and paavs.. is rim zhim experience much in a way to relax.. much in unison to ease the pain,

of many many and many ugly events that happened.. done by some.. owing to their own sick mental states,
and all from behind the dark curtains.. mushy way i guess.. i sighed deep thandi sigh.. suffering was my fate,

that i said quite often.. hot tea was my companion.. and i said.. alright let go and no point in holding on,
the hurts and humiliations.. melted upon me.. in a sense i let go deep negativity.. bad days gone gone,

waited for good days to come in.. and these did come once again.. and ek cup chai did does and shall remain my yogurt,
or the companion ever ever.. whats wrong in having ek cup chai.. rozaana.. ofcourse i stay loyal not the flirt... 

                                Chai hona... :)

..wedding blues..

for some the notions to get married does not remain the notions any more,
since they found someone atlast and get married.. the blues do not affect these.. though some one still lures,

a few to get in to one's folds.. maybe the blues in some one's life are still rings or still tolls,
for whom the bell tolls.. some one does not actually knows.. hence in a way plays games that are fouls,

a little thought or a somber introspect may make some one literally reflective in making a firm choice,
for that willing who wants to be with someone.. and with their own names and faces.. and then rejoice,

by the decision.. that is these twos.. oh the finally the someone with some other one.. ofcourse not of same gender,
but what if the choice is for same gender.. well some one's choice.. who can question some one's lavender,

or perfumes or sticks.. sorry lipsticks.. ah!! combined vanity.. full of all those.. tobe shared within them,
keep sharing.. whats wrong nothing.. except that stop wailing for some natural pleasure..instead enjoy the stem,

or indulge in this.. perhaps some one always believes in slowing down.. reason the natural pleasure eludes,
coz of someone's own choices and confusions.. random thoughts perhaps.. anyway time to move on.. no feud,

no arguments.. over some one's preferences...but from me wishing someone's for some good wedding blues,
or living in with some good ofcourse.. vanity voh kharid kar day dega.. dont worry.. theek say toh raho.. amuse,

be fine.. and in good health.. spend enough on good things.. drink healthy and eat healthy.. keep the tummy cool,
just amend and make the right choice.. begin living with good enough.. alright.. just once let the grace get in with tool,

who can put at ease some one.. cuddle some one's forehead.. rubs eyes.. flick the tips of nose,
and finally fiddles with the tips of O O O.. and then with the blues in eyes.. let someone lay down on bed (of)... rose rose....


                                           :)

 
 

..surprise in store..

sometimes there are surprises in store which none could have anticipated,
sometimes some anticipations that are anticipated can go haywire and wrong.. reason.. verdicts dictated,

by some.. perhaps owing to certain swings within or owing to certain prudence and prejudice in favor,
of some classified favored.. i think.. after a while for some to give a thought to the views of some who savour,

the verdicts of many many and a lot many.. enjoys literally.. in a way a decent and pleasant attitude,
knowingly enjoying.. and conveying within.. how wonderful its to be with a good one with one great gratitude,

surprise in store in return.. i feel.. in return of love and kind feeling.. does any get hate and remorse,
no no no.. only the cobratic family does this.. humans dole out the fancies gregariously.. and compose,

yet another strength..that strategically help them to ease out from some pains and some habitual strangulation,
that sometimes some humans wear on own to their necks.. suffocating naa.. i know.. freeing from limitation,

in sum.. how does it look like when some for some reasons hide behind those plastic masks,
horrible i will say.. time to decide on own.. what one wants to be.. pleasant surprise in store or one chocked flask....


                           

 

 

In Me..

in me there is one peculiar sense of decency that some may not have,
in me there is one special urge to be calm..not a lewd naive,

in me there is one bit to remain tolerant when some tend to be tyrant,
in me there is one extra inch to absorb yet another attitude of tangent,

in me there is tangible jig to be humorous particularly when i actually am sad,
in me there is one jiffy that i recall yet again... not to be a raged mad,

in me there is one narrative sense to tell a tale of one.. the one scintillating human,
in me there is one pair of listening ears of.. good music included besides hearing effectively proven,

in me there is one middling.. normal.. average.. in size function and rank,
of be of one and the only.. miffed with such attitude.. why??..no idea.. blank....
 

..scintillating..

skillfully dexterous.. work fully potent... habitually correct.. vow.. in sum scintillating,
seemingly super.. professionally normal.. actively social.. and yeah sexually mating,

i feel are the descriptions of some who is fine and fit.. handsome or gorgeous.. fit and hale,
clean and articulate.. literate and skillful.. generous and actually regale.. healthy and not pale,

thats what i always feel about who i really adore.. in fact i hate none.. reason.. in hating i have to burn my blood,
in jealousy.. in spending knitting vicious threads to destabilize..that i cant.. hate me.. i dont mind.. your hood,

or your his highness.. or her highness.. but then again.. scintillating and receptive have become the trends,
illustrious..skillful.. or what else any one some one wants to be.. some one's choice.. its pride upon this blends..

                          stop.. if you dont like the pride.. :)   

..stupidity..

stupidity of attitudes that are rigid when overwhelms some minds,
unable to make them understand then its better to quit.. saying i m not behind,

or on back of any..i stay and remain what i am.. simply a human,
nevertheless.. sun does shine.. did shine..shall shine.. begins a day.. a cue men,

there is.. a astronomical truth sun never sets or rises..yet there is dusk and the dawn,
simple fact.. each knows.. the truth is infinite and eternal..reals glow as real nt as pawn,

milk is white each knows.. and in some there is the boiling trend tobe colored golden,
maybe to enthuse energy in humans as pure nectar..sun's energy..clean and bolden,

and that is what i have been advocating since months..even in days of freezing cold,
from the open.. under the icy skies.. crime hai kya..stay warm yaar.. get into doer mould,

and not loose the momentum.. and do not let the stupidity hang over the calm mind,
shed.. discard.. and if possible be immune to rigid attitudes of some.. do it.. THIS is YOUR find....


                                             :).......
 

..righteous..

the seasons are real.. the people are.. alright some righteous people are.. else being biased is the name of game,
these days.. i dont know why??? any way.. its all within.. may be some have and some have not.. they retain the same,

attitude as that of years.. let go all these things... no point in arguing over matters that none can decide,
reason in some being biased is being fair.. let them.. but life is for doing much better things say remain beside,

someone who one cherish.. can be family or is certainly.. friends of course.. yeah a treat to rinse the simple laughter,
may be from me.. may be from some other real and true.. and why not.. life is not running after,

some unreach able.. who is much like a mirage.. seen but actually not.. any way.. once upon the time,
there was a unique person who had the horse to ride but preferred an ox.. to ride in each clime,

oops an ox instead of an horse.. interesting revelation..and more interesting fact came before each and every one,
when that unique said that he always make the mere move.. how when and where.. not known.. know he had a gun,

that vintage 303 double barrel.. anyway.. with that gun tht had no bullets.. he always kept yelling at the ox,
abay mujhey upar aanay dey.. dekh yeh bundook meri.. with these antics.. he occupied his place and began to coax,  

an ox..

o o o .. a horse on back of ox.. i just wanted to ask.. why on back of some one when you say you are horse,
chup said the climber..meray pass gun hai yeh.. uda doonga.. uda doonga.. always were the coax,

aiyo.. i said.. tried running scare.. but some how asked.. why ox when you had one gallant horse to ride,
tu chup reh oye admi.. yahan sirf aur sirf meri chalti hai.. dont like.. then see i have the gun that has pride,

of consuming all those who do not like my ways.. you know jab jaani koi latifa sunaye to kya karna chahiye,
hansa chahiye.. i said.. toh hanso.. said hee.. and since then when ever he raises the gun.. i let loose my pahiye,

of simple laughter.. but keeping in mind his words.. i am an horse and i ride over an ox,
the reason to laugh a loud in silent mode.. gun yaar.. that he always used to show off an empty hoax....

                                  laughing....laughing.. laughing...

..sometimes..

sometimes when the trends and turns in life are such that you can not understand as to why,
such are happening.. then.. feel at ease.. say alright.. do what else you want to.. i am a simple guy,

who does not understand or gets indulged in these kinds of silly gimmickss.. that do nt have any logic,
as to pry some one.. throw a prank when he or she is middle of some intense works.. no.. no.. its nt  magic,

to earn a living from doing own work.. i know i do have to put the lot of hard works to earn my living,
simple subtle expensive or what else.. only i know.. but sincerely i do not make a feast on others giving,

that are not of me alone.. and its of and from collective efforts.. hence why the trend that me mera and sirf mera,
decision is to be enforced.. ignoring the doers work and worth.. why this biased ness.. why.. again such an andhera,

where the nagri is of an andher and the raja.. the choput.. takkay ser bhaji and takaay ser khaaja,
good.. gem is discarded in favour of what.. choput you know.. any way the time of gem to shine.. aaja,

in punjabi.. mein.. aaja.. none of your acts are going to make drown and get disappear from the field,
my willow and ball and my skill in the field shall talk.. not to get retire.. i stay in field with my God gifted shield,

the story is of a life of a gem.. not of me ofcourse.. and the reason to write these lines.. i hope shall reach there,
to let that gem know.. consipiracy.. to get retire.. to feel discourage.. know thyself and be a force with all dares,

as if there is no tommorrow.. no other intent.. but just a robust forgiveness.. alright you did what you had to,
and now see me in action.. and let the reasonable with the souls decide.. i am no left over.. i am fresh with a do,

of an as one strong and complete human.. who knows how to laugh.. how to talk with friends and alikes,
theek hai na bhai.. no hard feelings.. shall be back in the group again as team man.. with all the fresh glides in my spikes...

                                 ...........wait............