Dinner..

Dinner prepared that I said.. And I prepared with delight,
Any one willing.. Then may I serve you the dinner.. Your right,

Of course.. To ask me to serve you at your piquant places,
Don't worry I won't come in.. To rob you of ur comforts n graces,

Shall stand at your door steps.. Shall n won't even give a peep,
To your surroundings n what else.. In me emotions run deep,

To heart n mind n perhaps in body n soul.. That say trouble none,
Interfere none.. Respect their freedom n comforts.. And be some,

That took n takes stance in life.. Much like those taking right sides with nation,
These too live in comforts their blood pumps in ecstasy n elation,

Whenever these all as their natural habit see some thing great being happen,
These enjoy n so do I.. Difference may be in comforts.. So what I reckon...

now a days..

now a days what's been happening.. in the manner to disrupt smooth process,
i believe for some stronger to address n take note.. that halter goes to permanent recess,

stronger with in.. of sound mind.. ability.. of pleasant demeanor.. of pristine yet crispy talent,
with sound bits.. the one who does not bet upon anything.. in attitude that of warrior or gala gallant,

who is afraid of stupidities.. of small talks.. of all those who just put spanner in the wheels,
of glowing n growing process.. else in attitudes the one is entrepreneur.. solid with passionate feels,

yeah these exist.. live.. n live with some equally brilliant.. the idea of enjoying in them ought tobe simple,
how.. hopefully these know.. perhaps.. find flirt.. done... forever...or always.. can see.. can blink n twinkle,

well the heat is on.. n sometimes the tempers run high on matters that are silly n futile,
what for.. i dont know.. but better to be in control at that time.. times change.. wait for the while,

that's what i do.. coz for how long can one live with the depressive mind.. with some negative attitude,
depression.. aisi kee taisi teri.. i repeat yet again.. never forgetting ever ever.. life is full of gratitudes...


                                 i express these.. and say thanks...

beauty..

so many thoughts ran in my mind.. and in mind came the words that were simply rude n crude,

yet i kept the beauty in mind.. or beauty of the mind in mind.. thought better be real than to get delude,

in things that do not have any relevance in life.. e.g... trying to convey emotions to non existing beauty,

since if this were real.. then definitely would be upfront in spaces.. pages.. instas.. etc.. as matter of duty,

to her ofcourse.. just to tell each n every.. in substance in letter and in spirits.. yeah that's me in real,

with my own face.. physique.. voice n other assests.. n i exist somewhere with someone.. own..vitriol,

no no.. bitter have no role to play in my life.. but in actual no such senses of charms been on display,

by the beauty.. her choice.. let her be.. who i am to influence her or remind her.. hope such is not gay,

or is he.. i dont know.. only you can tell n of course in your own voice.. lurking may be in some fear,

kee voh pitai kar dega.. then again the choice of that beauty.. but know beauty remain intact n clear,

as glowing n fresh as pristine n as fragile as elegant crystal.. handle with care n be with utmost emotions,

of love.. feelings.. memories.. sexual pleasures.. hot embraces.. getting cozy in arms.. with do do notions,

staying self esteemed.. feeling proud.. being contemporary citizen.. being playful.. n being strong,

the beauty personified n defined.. that's how i know such.. may be in my thoughts.. i know i am not in wrong......

frolics n fun..

all frolics n fun said some but some differed.. no frolic no fun,
but why said some again.. n with the color tried to rejuvenate n spun,

the moments of fun n joys n rejoices for them.. n then witty remarked,
ecstasy do you attain when been drenched in colors of ** made IT Larged,

or kept thinking as to how n why.. oops why.. say i.. IT'S yours.. right,
since birth i believe.. hence have fun n frolic.. paste colors n feel tight,

do a colorful deed.. splashing all fun n spreading all the frolics.. giggle,
not suggesting to any one.. though i know about one festival.. that is regal,

its the festival of colors.. the day to rejoice n be in the mood to rock,
in style.. with the bhaang or what else.. bitterness whats it??.. mock,

someone good enough or some evilest.. all choices.. choices preen,
to view life with prism.. of colors that flow with in.. comes out sheen,

or the colored shine.. and i am not advocating a rigid idealism,
like to experience then enjoy else be with what else or with dualism....


                   

...state of mind..

there is a saying in the world of haves that say yeah we do have n we do with what we have,

and there is an unsaying in the world of have not that means yeah we too do have but we are naive,

all state of mind i believe.. i mean how much little or small in terms of financial prowess one may assume,

or how much bigger or big in terms of financial prowesses can be the maximum evident personal resume,

of some... and the difference remains here.. one that is of bliss in being rich n other as curse for being poor,

yet how some rich acquire the state of mind as having nothing or little n some poor as of consistent doer,

i do not know.. what i know is simple in terms of beliefs n faiths that always remain stable in any weather,

remaining mentally tense while having everything is a matter of rigid habits one acquired or some gather,

saying we have nothing or we have little.. and consistently urging the poor.. you pay or you bring,

for we have nothing to pay.. or have little.. the poor may so smilingly do all the things.. with no stings,

all state of minds.. i believe thus the pathetic indifference creep in some minds of some rich,

who refuse to pay in pretends of having nothing or little.. reason the mental tensions with stitch,

through these they keep sewed together n get carried away to their acquired worries till the last sigh,

simply forgetting.. your wealth thus enjoy but do pay the dues of others in time what in refusing n being high,

nothing i believe.. any way all states of mind.. the choice is unto them n have to choose what is better,

having then saying nothing or little or having then saying yeah paying n enjoying n doing what matters.....

                                  

expressive..

being expressive of my thoughts.. that sometimes are pensive.. sometimes derisive.. sometimes of desires,
sometimes deviating sometimes concentrating.. sometimes progressive.. sometimes wild but without fires,

or outbursts.. for the boils or scars that remain with in me may develop of being a rude volcano,
that shall burn each n every thing along the paths n ways.. destroying each living as wicked storm nano,

expressive at those times i become n put my thoughts into words n present these to the world i know,
and to those friends who i believe are real.. and leave n drop my gathered instincts for devils.. n i grow,

to be the human i believe i am.. with all the flaws n imperfections.. yet with the zeal with in.. atleast be loving,
hence i become expressive again to leave a trail of adores.. fondness.. n of some desires of some snugging,

by.. nevertheless.. not happening.. hence again the thoughts into words n present these to the world i know,
who i believe shall take the words in letter n spirits since i am being true to these all.. like or just throw,

in to dustbins lying some where.. i don't mind.. but being expressive of my thoughts simply put me off,
from many many bizarre things n acts.. i know what emotions n feelings run in me n to some i do snuff... 

                               instead of keep burning....  

..returns...

returns the one.. fine n nice.. articulate.. impressive.. gorgeous yet imperfect.. though with grace,
to the one.. she likes to be with all the times.. hence sitting in front with the eyes.. searching his face,

that to her.. seems a bit strange.. as if something is not proper and at place that she always likes to be,
beautiful n urbane as she is.. liberal to the point.. young n educated.. in the faded jeans.. thats what is she,

typical.. independent.. having her own bank balance.. but never ever thinking in terms.. of being mean,
that's my earning said she.. but ours n for us.. though i still have the right to pick your wallet n scream,

you big spender.. where did you spend your money n why on use less things.. just yesterday you had this much,
when shall you understand the power of saving.. you *** i mean it.. and when you did become such,

quite offended.. he responded.. become such.. i am fit.. n i mean it.. n just remember i told you i had a plan,
about the investment i was about to make in to.. n i did.. now you are with this such such.. elan,

with the glee.. n with some naughty glimpse.. returns she to him.. oh.. who cares.. about the wealth that you have,
n who listens about your always earning plans.. i just want to know.. that do you still miss me or 
are you naive,

with the naughty glint in her eyes.. she challenges him to tell her again.. that he to her is still the most versatile,
and as always he accepts.. captures the moment.. puts on the glasses on the table.. pours to what.. but with style,

two young or what.. but two fully fit.. that i know.. coz what i know about certain bitter ironies in life,
that is in knowing that how wonderful n calm such life.. but not been able to live such.. reason strife strife,

but who are able to live such life with each other.. what better would be in their life than having all,
all insignificant as compared to such life.. living with such articulate gorgeous n educated.. simply enthralls....

                              the life.. on the rocks.. with the rocks...:)

for n to a wonderful human..

..entire words of me are for one wondeful human who i believe lives in world full of comforts,
i do not yet i dont envy but i do rejoice over the fact.. you are a friend naa.. accept disregard your bet,

i am not going to put any doubt or any disbelief.. i know good friends yeah good friends are hard to meet,
met unmet thats another argument.. bt still be clear i understand the difference in your world n my treats,

i mean my world.. i do not like to invite you or request you to come into my world n do all the hard thing i do,
my fate.. you are not to questioned.. since its my fate.. none else.. n i live it through without complains through n through,


you know what exactly being a friend means to me.. you live in your pristine n i in mine n thats fine,
i like the blush on your face.. your glow n radiance.. means friends are friends.. you live better.. n i just mine,  

Yeah I live mine but then when in retrospect find a lot many simmering with what, 

I know.. But then I always wanted to ask.. Why.. WHY.. When did I be an abrupt, 

In your desires.. What else.. Only thing I still have not learnt the art tobe mean, 

And cunning.. I haven't learnt.. How to make fortune from others efforts.. I stay lean, 

In my thoughts n ways.. And I live the life of my own in my own ways, 

Yes I too tend to accumulate a lot of disappointments.. But I make a way, 

To let these frustrations yeah to let these flow out from my pleasant brain, 

I had not I have not n I will never let these blow over any other head.. To inflict a pain.. 

. . . . . . .  I know no such way. . . Thanks. .  

                 

..once..

once upon the time.. as always for years.. one young couple used to go on long drives in night,
in a car.. briskly lit.. equipped with romantic dolby music.. some thing to drink.. kept in right,

the young couple had the jest or rather awesome preference for the glowing n fit body n the shape,
to enjoy the rides in the sides.. in the stilled car.. while the erotic music kept playing.. both did ape,

each other.. any way.. that again was the night and on the sky the full moon spread ed the white glow,
it was midnight.. suddenly he zoomed up the paddle.. speeding up the car.. music blasted out in full flow,

surprised was she.. toned down the volume.. enquired.. what happened.. have you seen some kutil chuddail,
how can i see any other.. when you are here.. blinked eye.. stopped the car.. its our night.. lets sail,

yeah honey.. said she to he.. its our night as always but whats new in this night.. hey.. why beneath awsome height,
for you sweet heart to explore n reveal.. nothing particular.. i as always am dazzled by your expletive sight,

i have sex in mind n have the intents to get let loose on the back seat.. stripping you down to last thread,
said she.. i have even more vigorous intents.. on your front.. on the front.. from the front.. making me spread,

all over you.. shutting your mouth with my lips.. pushing you down to go nuts.. n then making you crazy,
to speed up the process.. can you match.. for the night i am your valentine.. lets sail.. n explore.. make me lazy.....

many a times..

many a times when it seems there is an abrupt end and there seems to be the complete halt,
some thing occurs with in.. pumps up.. and over hauls the depression.. caused from rubbing salt,

upon the self esteemed that seemed tobe bruised by the deadly words or the intended motives of few,
but for how long.. can never be.. can never allow.. said these.. the depression to sneak in.. nothing new,

aging process is natural.. being able to acknowledge the fact is graceful.. yet many a times scars do happen,
i always say let go.. and then sheds off the intended remarks.. natural process gonna happen.. thus reckon,

with the aging process n keeping grey shining n enjoying n letting know yeah yaar am getting old,
so what.. cant bring the 60's or 70's back.. but can persist with those times listening to some voices of gold,

that remain forever n letting allow the abject sadness of a while to wipe out.. bringing in the calm,
i know i m not gonna live forever.. has to die one day.. till then enjoying n rubbing salt off with my palm...

                       many a times.. things happen.. :)

void..

sometimes some stories are real based upon own gone agonies,

like to tell each.. do not go through these please.. be pleasant be crony,

close to someone attuned to heart.. who wishfully understands you,

the way you are.. the individual you choose tobe.. human she knows n knew,

but the void happened.. no voice traversed in that void.. emptied,

in all ways.. wealth health n status.. nothing except the void.. descenteed,

shunt the habits that suffocates.. said she.. enjoy pleasure.. n enjoy,

the healthy habits.. but nothing fell on ears.. the outcome.. loss of ultimate joy,

biological reasons.. some habits do take the counts.. but some never listened,

void void void happened.. young n toughened heights gone gone.. from his systems...

                                 void.........

Humans..

i m one among the genre.. the world knows.. the humans.. that is enough i m human n a man,
with the body of male.. no heightened chest or breast and no hole between the legs n that can,

ofcourse no hole from the front.. and it can.. no big words.. nothing biased but all what i am,
financial wizzard.. no.. owner of literally hundreds of assets.. no.. still nothing much ado about some ram,

one human.. may be good enough.. literally good to the origin n the core... in styles n galores,
that flow like the humans.. with all the moods.. can say aaj mood hai to relax n enjoy with the sure,

who can do.. can do.. lest there is denial to the invitation.. of one by someone in pretext of what,
some one knows.. i do not.. yet the outbursts for whom n why.. when nothing in direct is known to one first,

the closer.. knowing the first sight in love is for ever.. none forgets the first kiss.. the first finest moment,
of being in love ofcourse as human.. knowing the emotions reign supreme in these n nothing torment,

that is all the times complaining.. all the times.. typically sordid.. all the times.. weak weird n meek,
the world of humans.. but own names n faces.. assuming a good n healthy world.. not of sick n freaks....