Awsome..

At times on those days whenever i tend to feel bitter on certain things that i know are not in control of me,

I tend to divert my attention  more and more towards one awesome.. who  understand the reason behind my glee,

my glee is simple and most of the times innocent and human and without any sense of caste creed and absolute greed,

i smile at others to get a smile in return.. that's all.. yet i know i come across the wrath of those whose whims i can't feed,

what can i do then.. be bitter and more bitter.. or divert my attention more and more towards one awesome,

i divert.. nevertheless.. i tend to recall those days that were romantic and i happened to have company of one lissome,

together we used to roam on city market roads.. peeping through the displaying windows so full with enticing rows,

and then silently putting smiles.. shall buy for you once i have enough money in my wallets till then i used to bow,

to my fancies but not the whims.. and in doing so i used to curtail my desires for all fancied things i could not buy,

and all because of short of funds and money and i still am such.. yet i have not lost that glee of me for awesome hi fi,

and i am not romanticizing my poor economic status as i know there is nothing romantic in being hapless poor,

and i got to knew from my experiences that being rich is perhaps the best virtue in life.. motivating and mover,

and whose motivations weigh more if i might be asked then i shall always say.. here the rich always matter more,

and i can tell you that its mostly the poor who keep motivating themselves in their own ways trying to be sure,

of our own existence in world so full of what not.. nevertheless i again divert my intents towards one awesome,

i switch on some music on my ordinary smart phone.. and here i so fancifully perceive that i have a company of one lissome....

 can say kee dil bahlane kay liye ghalib khayal accha hai.... ha ha ha ha...

 

halcyon..

since a last few days or say months i have been trying to write a poem.. who people call the real poetry with merits,

i could not.. since i know no words that are complex and too literary.. all i know are words that are simple n erotic,

i know i can ignite desires in those who since years been living life on corners.. With the desire of having one on lap,

but.. let its be their..how shall i be of any help to them in relieving their urges unless they are ???.. or me with bikni rap,

Me... me am not.. hence please excuse.. though you may have very large and great ideas of having grand pleasures, 

immense i mean.. get to know and get to find on your own how to appease your erotic fucking treasures,

though i shall keep trying to write that kind of poem who people call the real.. yet mine shall always be simple,

in words that first of all i can understand.. forget about letting these reals be tensed in knowing its quintuple pimple,

any way my idea of having fun in my own ways and without being complex n rigid is having sense to live at ease,

using my own simple and limited words again and again to reach at levels of poetic climax with erotic sense to appease,

my desires of course through my styles of writing and actually in real i don't want to be that crow who tried those steps,

were those dancing i don't know.. all i know that i am me and with my own persona n face with halcyon precepts...

                              About you.... 

illumine

with so many thoughts that do come into mind.. i at those times tend to change these thoughts into some pleasant,
i tend to think that with these negative vibes how shall i be able to live and for how long.. still i like to live life as one decent,

in life i know i have not found much of the mental reliefs n happiness but still amidst these i try searching for these,
may be imaginary but these do matter since these are priceless and i searched in my mind and did all to appease,

my tense nerves and what not.. and i know i have not disturbed any nor have i asked any for favor neither a couch to sit along,
i know i am a loner and most of the times alone.. and a lots of insecurities do creep up.. yet i shed these just to say i belong,

as a person to one illuminating with good things in life with in.. and here i again know these are my pleasant precepts, 
for someone i know exist somewhere.. well i know.. inventive and introspective.. and practically hmmn extrovert,

the one who likes to talk talk talk with friends on larger greater and magnum and infinite scales,
i dont know what better recipe that likes to know from friend.. let it be.. why should i bother for such trails,

anyway.. the stories in life differ hence my story also differs in all ways to stories of and in your life,
i like to live at ease with my own self esteem.. i trouble none nor i do give bad names that may put strife.....


                                        in their life...........

Guitar

A wooden shelf with nothing to string upon so rhythmically brings out the rhythms mesmerizing n deep,

and when.. when it got a shape with a hollowness within without any guttered thoughts.. the string then beep,

the music..  Melodies flows and dexterous fingers so majestically begins an aura of musically splendid flow,
putting the musical flow in veins in lionizing way the appetite of such can not be tamed.. the desires just grow,

the marvel thus becomes a guitar with strings that chart out busters n by whom.. by those who know how to play,
and control the strings just with the motives to get the best lyrical sound out.. thus in unison the chords sway,

and hip hop.. with the rhythmical retreats.. the musical treats.. and all only when you have an ever enjoying ears,
that love the music.. instruments though are the musical mediums.. and hence guitar is no less a lover without fear,

whose strings are always in hand of one who.. who knows and who does not know.. how to play and get the best,
out of it/this.. the heavy attituded shall remain heavy and one to get played by hands of one beautiful deserves.. All the rest...

  

Hearty..

on the margin of survival i stayed most of the times and i kept a belief.. a fair one.. that life is hearty as pure wine,
good for you i always said thus take this bounty of nature in your strides.. though to err is human n to forgive is divine,

that i knew always since my kiddy days.. but in growing up i found that no such grace from many towards me,
i got to know that after doing a millions of pleasant deeds just one err ruined me.. took all i earned none heard my pleas,

nevertheless that's how my life shaped up n often shapes.. but dear hearty what better is shaping up in your life,
can feel the elation of your rhythms in air.. good for you na.. dear hearty.. stay livid yet never get prone to strife,

of kinds that circumstances throw many a times.. ok.. telling you a secret that in these ways of elation,
i am making me happy and with my own feelings that i have for you.. dear hearty.. since with you i have a relation,

haven't i.. i believe i have a connect with you.. eternal and cosmic.. and i let this connect be defined as metaphorical,
you the creation of my imagination.. i believe exists in real somewhere with all charms of you.. categorical,

that in sum define you as gala hale and hearty.. with all the giggles and smiles on face and literally living as real,
no heroic deeds.. no super human traits.. just the human i believe i know.. compact classy catchy and a little surreal....


                                       

Per se..

In itself i had to say but i said per se.. and did it make any difference in my feelings towards you,
let me assume.. sorry let me say.. you by now become a person to reckon with.. who ought to have more glow,

on face.. you or me.. i shall say.. me.. always me.. who shall always rejoice more than you entire can,
but you in your proud ego.. could not see n can't see.. your thoughts that i say you need to rapidly scan,

to get rid of sticky viruses.. oh.. toh ye baat hai... you feel very very bad for some of the words i may have uttered,
with the intents to make you aware.... yaar you may loose gained steps.. things in life are worse when cluttered,

untidy you know na.. how worst you shall be looking to all when roaming all around with untidy face n hair,
why do you put efforts then to change this untidy junglee image to having better n civilized n cultured  affairs,

why do you.. get up in morning.. don't wash.. don't brush.. don't change.. and then let me know how was the day,
how your professional life shaped up.. how bad breath kept you close with all your clients and of course per se,

does this make any difference in your approach to wards me.. any way your choice your preference,
on the star lit vast sky when you zoom your eyes to that high.. you may get aware in one universal reference,

in horizon all twinkling objects are known as stars.. but amidst these vast.. only a few get to known by literally all,
who are these.. followers and admires to that star.. hence know thy self.. if no.. get lost in these unknown wall....


                                   who cares and who bothers..... 

Communication..

In life i believe there is hardly anything.. any situation that may not be needing the communication,
In all spheres of relations.. professional and personal and friendly.. beyond this there is no other better equation,

But guess when one stops the channel and does not respond to gradual and continuing ques n queries,
not about anything personal but all professional and then suddenly to all that is not replied.. i got loganberry,

A juicy fruit i believe.. nevertheless i some times see things in this way just to keep me off and away from negatives,
as i believe in open and friendly ness... so may be i as per my own inbuilt habits see others too as me.. receptive,

but i as always do forget that others are just the others and not the me.. and then i regret yet again for this do,
why do i need to show so much of enthusiasm.. while these might be taking things not in way i take in true,

hence i again remind me and this time for the nth numbers of times that how so ever good intents i may keep,
these do not and shall never like my ways of seeing things.. hence just be me own all the times n beep,

all the bitter attitude.. know there shall be a few who won't be analyzing and evaluating their own rigid attitudes,
never changing their ways of working even in extremely competitive times.. i mean no one can survive with latitude,

of times of vehicle Ambassador.. and to survive one needs to constantly upgrade at all levels of communication,
new strategies to put forwards.. open ness to let fresh ideas be in.. seeking frequent suggestions n rectification,

but all only if these believe in change.. if yes these shall always be willing.. if not then know n guess what,
be always prepared to hear all the bitter words and blah blah like me.. and you have to hear these all as subvert,

coz they had been thinking that i undermined the power of their enterprises.. while i know i never did such,
all i had in mind... company company and company.. but as ever these have their own ways hence have own grouch,

to wards me.. i can't stop these.. perhaps my valuable instincts and inputs have got no value for them,
else i know i am not in wrong and people do get benefited from these hard earned inputs.. i offer them strong stem,

to grow and then be ever changing and expanding force to reckon with.. the key in all these remain communication,
well what any better can do and does do.. the better always know.. remains cheerful with seeking invitation... 





  

Its me.. Just me

Alright i have come to realize that whenever i develop an intent to make a fun of any,
i ought to choose none other than me.. saying its me.. just the me i am making fun of.. in open not uncanny,

i work and i earn.. i don't put owners money in wasteful n almost never.. i extremely value their efforts,
i may have a funny bone and sense of indulgence but have no wicked eye or glares to grab all for own comforts,

any way that's me.. sorry its me.. and here i try to evoke a sort of funny bone in me to arouse a laughter,
in a pretty depressed world.. could always ask.. bro sis friend whatever.. sad for what reason.. for what grafter,

that seems inappropriate to you.. and if its me.. take no time in removing me from your life time n sheets of acumen,
because i know you will come to know my value only then.. you know i put no price tag in describing me who can,

do things in my own ways.. 

anyways.. once upon a time there was an era or the times that were enthralling and superlatively splendid, 
for them only.. else my life was the same as ever.. these had been gaining in terms of millions hence were candid,

to me also.. else who was i to them.. nothing and as ever i was one minute entity that somehow existed in their world,
i would not say that i earned them millions.. i shall not.. coz i am supposed to be respectful to these not awkward,

and if i have to be that it ought to be me.. just me and all awkwardness of me has to be thrown upon me.. just the me,
and i got this sense of realisation after a lot of rationing of thoughts.. wild thoughts.. hence from i shall always n only be,

to me only and none else and my plea to all others do not feel bitter.. or get angered and annoyed with me,
in a democratic world i have no right in your world to say and question anything about any action of any you.. he and she,

alright.. there happened to an era and there still happens to be an era in my world that always puts me in force,
to move around with loitering n sweated face.. with the hopeful gleam in my eyes trying to search yet an other source,

of livelihood and what else.. all i could find that i could and can hear the sound bits of my pounding heart,
that mercifully remains as energetic... as my other limbs.. though sometimes i keep moving on despite feeling hurt,

i keep me reminding all the times.. taklu your sentiments to other are what you already know thus live this life as you know,
nothing is going to change.. nothing shall.. and there shall never be appreciating words from any.. hence in life grow,

on own impulses.. and amidst the ever expanding rumours that do get spread by whom and for why i could never know,
nevertheless.. i keep me sustained.. and for a while i do feel bitter n sometimes worse too.. that why destiny is slow,

and then i stop me.. knowing what else i shall say shall always be get analysed by others in entirely different ways,
do not know why.. these know better i do not.. all i know that these despite having in plenty lack in what.. to sway,

their bodies or what.. in excitements.. any way their senses.. their zones.. and i don't have to put an eye towards theirs,
anything.. i have my cups full of worries and all other related ingredients.. yet i keep trying to save my soul from harsh glares,

of them.. or rather i ignore these glares.. harsh words.. bitter taunts.. i simply ignore.. as i know i have to live with these,
for entire of my life.. there is no escape.. though i always remain hopeful n i should.. the best way to make my soul please,

and be happy with the adverse circumstances that i have put in your ways.. though you are free to leave my body n fly,
towards your heavenly destinations ever and forever.. i believe you shall get everything there in that world of sly,

or truthful and trustworthy i do not know.. but i keep on working and i keep on finding and searching the ways,
the better of course for you my soul.. all i quest to be known as to you.. that i did what i could do for you.. just for those exciting sways...

                             nothing else..............

The Better or The Bitter

Business apart.. job apart.. and in a way for a few moments i urged and i urge all to let me live my own life,
just for moments.. well i have no stakes in fortunes though at times i may feel like throwing bitter words erupted through my strife,

but i do not.. i contain me or rather i confuse me by being a bit philosophical saying yaar destiny got a better destination,
then n though i have a question.. buddy its my destiny yaar.. how could this be at your steps to knock n announce procrastination,

its mine yaar.. but then owing to years that i lived i got to know its far better to be better than to be perilously bitter,
destiny i know is unbiased n absolute human n completely fair.. thus hopefully might be dating with those empirical quitter,

nevertheless.. times always change.. and for those changing times when destiny strikes let me get equipped with better stories to be told,
to destiny of course n let it be known too.. how was your dating sojourns with quitters n bitters.. though i shall never insist to let such be unfold,

by destiny to me.. never.. never ever.. reason... aw.. may be i love my destiny n like to live with this increasingly glow,
but then let all be decided by destiny.. i work and i earn.. i dont waste time.. i do not indulge in wasteful.. i believe in destined flow............

Maid in India..

In a typical urbane well off family.. There happens to be one maid,
Or maid in India..  How essential she is in family.. Well can be said,

Very much n basing upon such dependency on maid in house,
I knit a funny situation n residents feeling  like a trapped mouse,

Literally none in family now remains with habit to do own chores,
Such dependency on maid for all works to get done in shores,

Or repeated calls from one room to other calling Maxi.. Maxi,
Or with any other name..  Maid in India just ignores calls as one sexy,

I me n at my terms.. This terse reminder she flaunts every other day,
To entire family.. Helpless family even tolerate such nonsense way,

Of maid in India.. Why..  You know a maid makes the most from duel,
That traditionally exist in joint Indian families.. She just adds the fuel,

In those traditional yet silent brawls that exist between twos,
MIL-DIL.. SIL-SIL of all kinds.. All better n all true,

She to MIL about DIL n with feedback to DIL about harsh MIL,
Taking rounds with webs of spicy rumours she now heads to SIL,

With plates of namkeen n tea.. Asks SIL to switch on Tv n AC,
And then begins to out pore her quota of.. Tum aisi aur voh kaisi,

Means tum kitni seedhi aur voh kitni tedi.. Bhabhi see how much I care,
Goes on to savour namkeen..  You know meray samnay she won't dare,

Par aap bhi usay kutch mat batana.. In that case I shall leave,
The job.. Vaisay bhi yahan sub bhukad hai
As if unloading big heave,

Of all namkeen she just relished upon.. Bhabhi see how much I care,
That's a typical maid in India.. Enters in house with such fan fare..

Cliff angered..

A rocking face seems angered to many good things in life,
And these happens to him all the times.. But alas his wife,

Is much more jovial funny and witty than her angered hee,
Reason she doesn't complain neither does she flee,

To another world of unpredictable moods n harsh behaviour,
He gets jealous of her all the times for wearing pleasant exterior,

I mean what any man would be wanting more in life,
Than having such pleasure n peace n never minding wife,

Not that she is a slave but that she is perfect n mature,
She believes that it's their home now n its a life long tenure,

She takes a very good care of her n does all yogic deeds,
To breathe out the ills n breath in the fonding feeds,

It's her daily tonic I guess.. Humour remains on her tips,
But that poor guy.. Oh God.. Yeah monkey doesn't like ginger on lips,

Else.. Who wouldn't like such lingering pastes on all around,
On body from lips to.. So merrily  enjoying with Gingerd astound..

Destiny

Henceforth from the distance destiny finally decided to look,
Towards me.. Aw aw.. I doubt.. But I witnessed destiny took,

A leaf out from its magically abundant Bag n read the name of favoured,
I knew the name couldn't of me.. So I was not destined n savoured,

Destined people are different.. In what way..how n why I don't know,
All I know these rock despite blunders in life.. Destiny keeps open a flow,

Of good fortune forever.. But to me.. Destiny knows.. So what to say,
Couldn't you be fair n impartial I many a time I kept thinking of a way,

To attract destiny to look not at me but towards me with a smile,
Just a smile.. Nothing else.. I as always waited n been waiting.. While,

Destiny as always does what this has to do to them n to me,
I as always do not question.. I don't envy.. But I see,

Those glowing faces.. All favoured by destiny as destined n unique,
I even have no bitter words.. All I say all the time.. Are you freak..

. . . . . . . . .  Are you. . . . .

Did I....???????

Never did I.. Do I.. And shall I be saying or insisting that to reach me,
That who I were in love with.. And it had tobe between us as free,

Individuals n loving each other.. That who is to reach whom to say,
I love you.. With a tight hug and a kiss and.. A whispering song to play,

Tum bin. . For example..  O.. Yeah..  I know it's a song more of desires,
I am not compatible with.. I will rather reach than to perspire,

With all the cold sighs..  And literally I did such.. Get to know my sheets,
Of history..  I didn't make any wait.. But I waited despite my treats,

Sometimes I wonder as to why always the reverse happen to me,
I desired the one n I got despite all bad names.. I couldn't forsee,

I thought these are family n why should any with in family be doing such,
To dispute own son or daughter in front of other to settle a grouch,

Or to gain a sympathy.. I mean why..  What wrong could here been in me,
In my behaviour... Yeah I did understand.. All I wish now that I cud set me free,

But that was all I understood years later after I got to know these,
These were not loving I came to know.. These all wanted me to be,

Slaves of them for forever...  For the ehsaans..  These thought.. have done,
To make us together... And Me be paying price as one slave or some,

Be living with entire generations to let these be known as Royals,
And Me n us as the feeble Slaves..  And ironically as loyals,

I regretted my feelings.. I regret n I shall keep regretting these of me,
That why couldn't I read or understand their double behaviour n cud see,

Their partial n blinding approaches where these saw nothing or ignored to see,
Any wrong in any equal..  Nevertheless I earned them millions so let this too be,

Settled by God one day. . I know me n I know into what I have gone through,
And all things coz of financial situations.. Hence in true to them I am who,

I mean nothing.. Though I would be better had I decided to be their slave,
But I decided against n I fought but only to get name.. Obscure as octave,

N I here remain me.. Always as me living with my two hands,
To do everything from namaste to all works..  I regret I could understand...

Filled..

So.. What's up..  Inquired a distant some one n of course from some where,
I said.. My eyebrows n all with tensions of life I live without any fancied affair,

Then have one.. Said someone.. I mean an affair in life to live beyond,
Oh.. Wa wa.. .. Worries to earn essentials in life.. Said I in respond,.

Only thing I love to have better things in life that's why I remain me,
I blame no one. . Any way. . What is up in you life. . Be free,

To let me know if you wish to.. Else.. All fine here as possible as can be,
My wish. . Said someone n who cares about this thus I let it be,

I intended to say..  I care..  I dissuaded me.. Knowing who I am,
I look at me.. At my situations. . Every thing that I can't do in any jam,

Of life in some one life..  And that's what I keep in my mind,
Anyway.. I know I have this one life to live n in what way do I find,

Me with situations. . All courtesy situations that weren't in my hand,
I lived n survived thru these.. I liked to live better.. Could not have in my band,

I liked to play romance forever with the one I got knotted in life,
Couldn't courtesy arguments arguments.. Immaturity just added strife. . .

Emotions..

Deep silence persisted or prevailed amidst blistering verbal abuse,
I keep my neck n voice deep down within close to my heart.. I refuse,

To let any know that emotionally I am under deep pain,
I refuse to cry.. I hide my tears.. And I just refuse to get consumed in vain,

My life I whispered is of me and no matter what I have to live it all alone,
With all emotions of me.. With all trials that I may face till I am gone,

Where I don't know and I won't even be able to know all such,
Mysteries of life..  Life continues and I live life.. Having some grouch,

I whispered again.. This time in mute n within that only my soul could hear,
I could feel her smile within.. Said she keep talking to me without fear,

Don't worry I won't leave you until you get consumed by others n die,
And contrary to all things.. Your soul shall also die and I shall not fly,

To assume any other body.. No no.. You know we are deep soul mates,
You mine n I yours.. I live within you.. And know I don't hate,

Why should I infact.. But still let some hate mongers keep consuming you,
And Me also.. Let them.. Let me see how powerful they are in making hue,

Of their false victorious claims in separating me from you,
Let me see these all stooping down to their lows in true,

All emotions.. I said.. And I said to my soul.. Keep loving in style,
We remain mates of each other.. I know you have travelled one more mile...

. . . . . . . . . . .  Thanks. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Always..

Was said.. Is said.. May well be said.. Keep a thing alive within always,
An insult and humiliation melted upon for no faults.. Keep alive with in with prays,

And with resolves faiths beliefs.. That one day you'll be there in some foyer,
Waiting for me said.. Let's see.. But did nothing to match those hating lowers,

Kept alive a positive faith within.. Kept reminding own self about that hate,
And I nurtured this nourished this.. But I didn't envied upon ur fate,

I know my eyes remain n shall always remain moist at many times,
But all only to derive strength with in.. I won't curse.. I believe in sublime,

I begin from here again.. With an intent to breath last not as poor,
Why should n shall destiny deny me.. When all I know as doer,

That my fate shall also reckon.. One day I shall invite you on my place,
Having a grand foyer.. Wait.. Do make fun of me.. But wait for that foyer space...

. . . . . . . . . . .  Thanks. . . . . . . . . . . 

For the times..

I For the few maiden years a rebel grew up in me n decided to stay,
With an assumption that I got born in narrow minded.. That had no way,

Any way I recalled my first night or say may be the days,
That I spent.. But cud I say that I did spend that way.. Yeah thats' way,

Though we had been doing even before getting married..

No I didn't n we even Fucked in noon at our own room on top of floor,
That were years ago.. But still all know that in young years there is a galore,

To get fulfilled..

All I need to say is only this.. That in unison we are reasonable,
In having little comforts n yeah We now owe one AC with a label,

But now we don't sleep together all because  struggles in life,
And hard n cruel days that I faced.. I was denied.. Was put on strife,

Life always had its own ways with me.. Maybe treating me as unknown,
A few friends n alike even had the guts to rub salts.. And I was thrown,

Out n shown the door.. Similar fate I had had from.. A few just in case,
When I approached a few able elders in family with scars on my face,

And these too threw me out from their life..  I even didn't ask why,
These elders may n may not let know.. But I quited with my own verses guys,

And the more if I had tried the more fancied these would be,
To hide own errors n instead find errs and  put blames on me,

But still..

I didn't plea.. I didn't cry.. Nor did I weep in front of any these,
I value my relations these elders don't .. And I find no ways to appease,

Or please these..

Though I tried I tried to persist but couldn't over come their hate,
For what n why..  What's wrong except that I am poor.. Alright you get relate,

To your environments who are worthy n close to you n I remain out n away,
You shouldn't had insulted me like this.. I did no wrong to u.. Had no foul play..

Am I..?

Am I a king.. Am I a star or am I an extraordinary son of some,
I am not a king.. Neither am I a star.. Nor with an extraordinary sonny fun,

I mean I am serious and  I stay human.. Knowing many wrongs,
Can happen to any any.. And do I as friend need to stay close or say bong bong,

Stay close I will n shall say.. Stay close to let know there is a reason,
You are a friend and financially I may not have equal but no treason,

On my part.. And you know I know.. Anyway I let such status remain,
Farther n far.. Friendship remains.. I belong and I pertain. . . .

. . . . . . . . . Thanks. . . . . . . . . . . 

Whenever..

Whenever I say you are not.. You creep in some how n say I am,
I freak a smile on my face..  Since I know you are.. A glam,

Alright all I intend to do such is to see or realise a gussail face,
But why couldn't be a reverse from there.. A smiling just in case,

Any way all telepathetic.. Damn even the dictionary doesn't acknowledge,
Such eternal relationship.. Let go yaar.. Time n God shall decide collage,

If such exists.. I mean I have got an eye that remains in search of you,
But I won't peep into others avenues I am not remote controlled ctv of few,

I am me.. Who sees hears talks n likes to be an own,
Respecting relating trusting to who believe.. I mean am I known...

. . . . . . .  To you. . . . . . . 

237..

237 I guess are the marks or the numbers that an alliance may get to succeed,
To get on in that world to keep the word spoken with a will to proceed,

All that may be happening on that day that actually is another normal,
And courtesy teens n youngs.. Doers of sorts being supportive n informal,

And this is not surprise.. A surprise in store as this actually is in eyes,
Of beholders n believers.. Can happen these say.. With all ties,

With common through mind body heart words n soul,
Liker of deeds over false feeds.. 237 I believe remains the first goal...

. . . . . . . . . . . 2 3 7. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Irrational irritated..

Logjamed with strong disagreements a few went on to be irritated,
And on loggerheads with all.. Rhythmic rhythms in these got precipitated,

In an irrational n irritating ways.. Thus always with conceived minds,
So full with hates.. Dislikes.. Arrogance and predetermined finds,

That actually said nothing yet historically always these did blow histrionics,
With false hoarse hearsays.. Unauthentic yet with hegemonic tonics,

Maybe to energise themselves to unleash yet another bout of annoyance,
Completely unaware or pretended tobe such these project a buoyance,

That actually doesn't exist at all.. All that exists are irritated irrational,
To live n to exist all I need are inner strength n sense tobe rational...

. . . . . . . . . Amen. . . ☺. . . . . . . .

Took these..

Everyone took these in contest that were in fact of no substance,
All took upon them.. Me.. How me alone all said with instance,

Well I said nothing.. I did nothing wrong.. All I did was to watch,
A marvel hilarious.. Just to lift up my mood..  That went scorch,

In the burns.. Fumes.. Heats n jealousies of a few.. Who I don't know,
Why and for what.. But I got cooked within with moments on go,

On go or on paranoid hold.. I guess on hold.. Since none let these go,
And enjoy n have an open hearted laugh.. My fault I guess in being slow,

To act.. But what could I.. All I got were cold blares n shivers,
No warmth.. No zinda dilli.. No open attitude.. No believers,

So finally as always I had to dig me out in open and with beliefs,
Positive ofcourse.. But Dear friends..  I am not equal to you..  So Be on relief,

Any way.. Let me be for a while.. Let me rinse me in my life,
With my worries as usual.. Happiness if there is no strife,

But there is..

Whoofs.. All I did was to watch Jaane Bhi Do... But I shall watch this again,
Why shouldn't I.. And I am not harming any.. Neither am I inflicting pain,

On any.. Any way.. I here again sit by me.. With Me and for me.. All alone,
I nurse my pains on own.. I within me gather courage to rip upon,

My own traumas.. And then my instincts to survive n then to put a smile,
On face.. As if.. Since I believe in.. Jaane de yaar.. Yet I hold me here for a while...

. . . Just to put and paste a ☺. . . . . .

Fair..

Fair I say.. If I find me as butt of their jokes n rude funs,
I take these all without a pinch of salt.. Say their intended puns,

Well I have a lot many desires n on top.. The desire to have sex,
With an equally desirer With mutual consent.. No attempt to perplex,

Neither to confuse any.. Just being to own correct n fair,
I mean what is sex n in what way one gets attracted to sexy affair,

I always say sex is always in mind n to indulge into I need stimulation,
Yeah the mental stimulation n such gets reflected thru being of equation,

And holder of views n mindset.. That is open n of desires,
And these get manifested through many ways.. Joyous n sapphired,

I mean I express me quite clearly in my own unique crystal way,
In mind I stimulate sex this way.. Ready to get into a fold to have my say,

Or whisper into ears of.. My own.. And that's it I keep in my mind,
And here exactly I become restrainer of my desires.. I hide me behind,

A face that is satisfied.. I know I am not..  But I keep such owing to fears,
And I know these all are true fears.. Anyway I curtail a desire crystaled clear,

And owing to some blind accusations that had been put in my ways,
By my own a lot many.. Laws n in Laws.. Alright I say.. Have ur says,

To divide n rule.. What else.. Any way..

I in a way let it know to some open minded n of sexual quest,
That's it's not about being a man or a woman.. Its about having a jest,

Or a desire.. That always comes into mind thus stimulates mind,
Get indulge n get fucking damn.. Curtail n be of face wrinkled grind,

Not yet.. But many years later effects of these unfulfilled desires do get reflect,
On face.. In behaviour.. In everything.. So amidst choices what to select..

. . . . . . . . To have what. . . ☺. . . . .

God knows..

Well only the God knows.. I do not as to what's gonna be in for me,
Lines or rekhas on my hand can tell what.. I can't foresee,

And I at times feel strange in seeing a few prediction based upon lines,
Over the palms.. About the unknown.. God's domain not mine,

Anyway the more I say a thing about these so-called monks,
The more classified info givers these may become n without honks,

Thus I try living as ordinary n simple human with some skills,
Me knows nothing about unknown I swear.. I shrill..

. . . Or rather make a calm appeal. . .

Out there..

Out there I felt was some one who wanted to vent up,
His profound anger.. So he did unleased all that was with hiccups,

Actually with no hiccups.. And the listener out there was some deaf,
Or pretended to.. Else who can survive suffocating.. Whe(i) ff,

That some had accumulated with in over the ages n years,
Compounding these further as interest of him without any fears,

I really wanted to ask.. In what way have I done to you any wrong,
No answers.. But all egos of one intolerant.. Who even hates songs,

Ah!!! I somehow could understand such unhealed diabetic trait,
Of him.. I said let such dud IT be of you.. Be angered without a bait,

For forever.. God has given you so much n shall give you more,
I was wronged I know.. But still I said let go.. My destiny in galore,

And of me n me alone... I never shall let these profound anger,
Be an integral part of me.. No no.. I can't live with such danger,

Of not able to live with open n acceptable heart,
As if nothing had happened.. Just a tears n hug.. That's all n no dirt,

As believer of life as really good song.. Sung unsung.. But a song,
Playing it on.. Being with it.. Where is the time for me to do wrong...

. . . . . . . . . ☺😊😊☺. . . . . . . . .

सम्पन्न

कौन कहां कैसे काहे क्यों पूछा उसने और मैने पूछा पर कब,
क्या कुछ देखा क्या कुछ पाया तुमने मुझमे. . बैगरत सा अब,

गर देखा गर पाया तो क्यों यू यहाँ ठहर सिमटी हो तुम,
तुम हसीं तुम जवां एक लाजवाब क्यों रहोगी यहां यूं गुमसुम,

बस इतना ही कहना था मेरा और शायद इतना ही उसका सुनना,
ओए चुप ओ जोर से कहा उसने और लो अब कहां था रुकना, 

तू समझता क्या है खुदको और सुन मैं कोई वो नहीं मैं हूँ what I am,
I know.. I said.. Your her highness.. I just wanted to bring glam,

On your face again.. I know you are not dumb n fool,
I may not be in your list as your special but I am your friend.. Hence cool,

N bring back the nice ark on your face again.. ☺ if you can,
अच्छा कौन था वो। कब किया कैसे कहां क्यो किसका था ये Standard plan,

☺ था किसी का और तुझे क्यों हो रही है अब जलन।
Why shud I be getting jealous.. Your life your लग्न,

ओ नहीं-नहीं योर लगन any way jokes apart I believe you excel in your field,
I believe I do.. Doing good.. You know I just earn n get elegant yield,

I know.. A friend in you I always see.. I see in you there is a grace,
Of being human.. Elegance.. Beauty n boldness with calm trace..

. . . . . . . . .  ☺. . . . . .

Lets be..

Let's be.. What we are n what we believe in.. Hmmn.. In real,
I tried saying this.. But I didn't.. Reason I know.. But I remain jovial,

In telling or rather pleading.. Let me be what I in real I am,
Unwilling to jump in ecstacy over worries n creating log jams,

I didn't.. I haven't.. And I won't.. Hang me if u wish.. For being so,
I know I will be remembered as one.. But you as.. Perhaps as jalaad pro,

Who tied the knots n did put on neck.. For refusing to be destructive,
Suffocatingly I finally did thought of pleading with these instructive,

I didn't.. All I did was to get up n shake me up from my dark dreams,
Coz such black holes can only be in those worlds.. Lacking steams,

Of all possible vistas of glowing arenas of calm n grace,
Be I be remembered as reformer.. No.. N why shud I be such race,

These are big words n worlds for big big people but I am simply a small,
Human with choti hasiyat.. Though as one such I like to live n enthrall..

. . . Mujhay rehnay do mere haal.. 😀. .
. . . . . . . . . Thanks. . . . . . . .

Erupting silence

Far far farther from here.. Of n away from me,
Silence erupts.. Spreads.. With its most happening glee,

Invisible to all yet I always as ever feel the warmth of smile,
I intently respond with.. Smile.. Looking towards those miles,

All for no reasons.. I know.. None in world waits for me,
Being in romance with life is just fine for me to be,

In silence I cherish n nourish the romance.. I let it erupt,
My emotions.. My feelings..Till the dawn/end of my life arrives to interrupt..

Yeah I had been talking about death..

. . . . . . . . . . 😀😊😀. . . .