..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....

                               :)..