Shayari..

Ok let me recite or utter a shayari though I hardly am that intense,

I am lively & don't take those words on heart that have no substance,

I believe I am big hearted & all I know that when it's on me then i say let go,

what remains in others blured mind though I quitely get to know,

through their sounds words & false moods & well then I turn to my songs,

yes my songs that I listen n at times I manage to say.. I am in wrong,

there are many young who are romantic & are inclined to enjoy a date,

n be as much romantic shayarana as possible n cracking a fate,

of lifetime.. shayari is all about sadness n some unfulfilled dreams,

but I choose the different way.. I remain  lively with calm screams,

that I at times usher & usher with in & with all emotions enjoying songs,

more of sad & romantic geners & at times wanting to prove me wrong,

cry heart out & Shed tons of tears & be sort of vulnerable & intensely sad,

I tried but I couldn't be.. as I know me & my responsibilities & I refuse to be mad,

by returning to my realities.. all that I feel within is good & pleasant,

shayari I then tend to be should be of heart n from heart n for own significant,

like that song Pal bhar ke liye koi humme pyaar kar le..Jhoota hee sahi,

ha ha ha & I with such thought become shayar for a while..bas yun hee..

           

    

Day Dreamer..

I am À day dreamer & I on days of travels do dream a lot,

And with a purpose.. to pass the time at those tough timed slots,

And well at times I get answer through these for some of queries,

in dream I put me in awkward situations.. n wait for positive from biased juries,

not gonna come.. never did n shall never.. anyway but it's a real story,

that kept being told n shall keep being told in practical & in theory,

and I try sustaining me through escaping into world of day dreams,

coming out from it to real world is like stepping out with gleam,

on face.. from multiplex after watching hit n hit entertainer,

means in my travelling sojorns I somehow create a sort of trailer,

of my life.. Funny na.. I know but I also know I am not doing any harm,

to any.. neither am I interfering into any life n space.. I just return from,

day dreaming to my own tough tougher & unforgiving world,

I try living in it with limping steps & I haven't become absurd,

& ackward towards..

my worries & to my pains & no I haven't escaped into world of drugs,

reason I take resort in harmless day dreaming & I emerge,

again & in my real world n am seen as working hard to meet ends,

Life I know hasn't been fair to me for reasons unknown & I again bend,

to escape into having one more season of dream on traveling day,

this time I am planning to have a dream where my words become the final say..

     😃😃😃.. Coming back.. Don't worry..

 

Knock knock knock..

Knock knock knock.. Was the sound that I heard & got up to see,

Who is it? I inquired.. Me am pain.. out came reply from some with glee,

On face.. and I with surprise on face said.. O pain & with such laughter,

Kal aana.. I am already with too full of you n please don't come after,

par Kahan.. pain literally follows me with lots n lots of teaseing n puns,

knocking down me with its smears & peers & I could stop none,

And these enjoy feast n siesta over my painful interior & exterior,

sometimes beating me like a dhol & at time making me feel superior,

in handling pain n it's peers & all with committed smiles & glee,

no escape from you.. I surrender & let these sneak in n I flee,

to bring some refreshments.. As I know these hungry devils otherwise,

shall put their teeth into my skins n shall bite n suck like good bad guys,

Don't get me wrong here as I am just trying to make a kind fun of me,

Pain shall keep on knocking n sneaking in.. but I always shall be..

                     A Human 

               

How are the things..

Well.. Old Man how are the things.. Asked some greater but true,

I said.. all is good & nothing peculiar in life & certainly nothing new,

Well.. I continued.. And just tried inquiring from life about some odds,

that continued & continue in my life & did these had your nods,

only life could & can answer but life as ever chose to remain silent as h in hour,

let you be silent I whispered though I knew time would make h roar through its power,

Nevertheless.. In emptiness of emotions the only sound that remains,

is of yours & yours only.. Hear it.. accept it or disregard it as blinding pain,

I choose to hear my inner voice & with this I wear my emotional turncoat,

I just simply hid me in it.. and at times I develop heavy & cold throat,

and at those times I understood I needed  tobe engulfed with warmth,

of understanding.. love & care.. of laughter & of longing upon resting arm,

where I could rest my head & well some tip taps of fingers on forehead,

and of whom.. Ha ha ha time knows.. and you the life often teased me n fled,

into your spheres of future.. to bring what I really didn't n don't know,

keep teasing.. keep asking.. your choice.. I know on my end I shall be cold as snow..

   No warmth of any will make me alive then..😃