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. . .