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....


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..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............