...imagination....

and then from there on.. when many many began thinking that suave and shrewed imagination shall tend to decline,
instead the imaginative got engrossed walking on paths..on its carrier that was way up.. with lateral and gradual incline,

the incline or growth was in the name fame and wealth... the jealous tended to pull legs and attempts were made to make rude fun with intents to cause fall,
imaginative never retaliates in false ways.. but rather a deep sense of pride glowed on face.. the destine gave him all the betters..in sums.. big and small,

a contemporary way.. he pioneered.. no matter what.. but it was the precise way of doing the works..no attempts were made to scale any rough,
true... the success comes with a purpose.. that is to be with it and enjoy all the vistas in all life.. in all opportunities..and to stupids be tough,

the stupids cut down their own branches where they sit..its that glorious saying.. that said.. what for on other success some make so much of false roar,
wanna keep up with imaginative.. possibly brighten their own...instead of dirtying imaginative space just to be with false sense of galore,

in retrospect by looking out all successful stories.. one finds...that in skills the imaginative works with precise sense of fruitification,
of course imaginative is real always.. and never gets weird..the knowers possibly agrees its the natural process.. that naturally has logical justification,

can an imaginative mind be dull.. the locus operendi of all all destruction.. can it be..  it never can be.. imaginative knows how to earn name fame wealth money and repute,
and when these all arrive with brilliant stroke of destiny.. who shall let these all go.. only a fool.. possibly as always he or she was busy invoking yet another dispute,

what exact satisfactions do they get.. i do not know.. what i know its simply like playing truant with destiny who would otherwise offer much much more with all the grace,
but then what exactly is the destiny.. can this be with a name or fame or with both and having a face,

yeah.. of course.. destiny has a voice.. that can be heard..that can be seen.. and has a magnificent presence in any life.. and destiny arrives with one's awards,
most do never abuse destiny.. saying huh.. reasons...its that reward of one's works.. that almighty God has sent through destiny.. choice remains with one.. accept this or banish with disregard,

and then destiny is all real.. with its own name.. own face..own presence.. and does the destiny assume any flimsy name,
never.. can never be.. coz as with most.. destiny in their life too enters earn them name wealth repute and the fame.....

....jackpot...

a shrewed announcement is made over the mikes.. to win the jackpot.. all you have to do is make three plus three.. The seven,
from the methods that should be logical and of sound reasoning's.. and the adding another three... the total ought be the eleven,

so the contest begins with some interesting elements.. can that thru arithmetical calculations be solved,
a lot many tried with in vain.. some explored algebraic equations.. some linear ones.. and some even drew parabolas and hyperbolas.. to prove or to dissolve,

trigonometric and quadratic equations.. with elations.. were tried along with calculus.. and the laws of motions via pulleys from dynamics static,
but nothing could be proved..jackpot remains with the owner.. announcement winning jackpot is ecstatic,

in sum when things that are not possible through any proper means.. enticing thru any other way.. possibly shall draw.. a usual stream of emotional flows,
despite saying time and again.. that not gonna opt unwanted or improper ways to earn.. whats wrong with them then.. who have been since years trying to rob the face's glow........

...fever...

fever night fever..night fever..night fever..somewhere down the line the music was being in astounding sounds,
from the fictions of romances..some dancy superbs came out..in open blue spheres.. tapping the feet along this great song,


over and above in the horizons.. that were really far..the stars shined from their residencies.. yeah some gala galaxied cities full of star residents were with the different names,
names that signified their twinkles..with each and in each of their places.. they too swayed in air.. struting the fizz..spreading the aura were their aim,


wizzling fast to their fullest.. and redecorating theirs thru their twinkles and alike.. the flight of them had begin to come  and get mixed with their natizens.. thus arousing a tropical fever,
the parties on these blues had things.. in asking.. the jhonties in these grippling fields today had been in driving bodies..with flexing levers,


fever night fever night fever.. the song went on to its zenith and at there.. did it meet the stars.. to begin the superb and astounding mirchi tale,
some nostalgia through wearer of purani jeans struck the right chord.. fever shifted to more than a woman.. that tragically had lost its sweet sweet smiles years ago.. when she tried saving children while travelling in rail,


the dreamy eyed kalpana was so naive.. so classy.. and so neatly superb were her innocence in all humanity that she flayed,
beyond any parallel were her smiles.. han main hee..were the words that always travelled with her in all the emotives that she always played,


nevertheless the gatherers.. on zenith had come with the braces that were shut with drizzling ideas.. and key to open those were in kalpana's smiles,
the native in purani jeans.. called upon thru radio city.. that with big fm had arrived.. giving invis to whoa red fm.. who as always refused.. could never understand their hot styles,


but this time.. possibly to revoke and revive the naive kalpana.. purani jeans used all her charisma..and simplicity and made lateral appeals to filmi.. Gold and splendid rainbow,
briefly stopped over to have coffee with One..listening jazz at frequency 95.. the entire sequence of efforts she recorded.. to convey kalpana.. hans dey yaar kya patta kal ho na ho,


the eyes that were petrified.. literally shimmered with glitter..she inquired.. bacho ka kya hua.. the genuine tears rolled out of sheer helplessness whispered O God..where the humanity has gone.. these full grown men give children so much of pain,
literally she put her head in jeany lap.. sorry i could not help them to come out from their bonded plights.. every thing in me has become so sinful and insane,


no no.. the jeany consoled.. do not betray your feelings.. since on contrary to humanity you have done such noble deeds,
and believe me.. your efforts have not gone in waste..all your efforts been paid off and got success.. your really are a rocking friend of these children in need,


kalpana you know in the world of communication.. one lightening up for cause never goes in vain.. you know the info on tubes and screens travel faster than the sound,
all are just waiting for your smile kalpana..hey see.. they are all with their emotive smiles.. break even na ab toh yaar..with aplomb reach your actual gronds,


amidst so much of emotions.. so much of genuine feelings.. so full with real friends and family..the bindaas smile on her face returned.. the fever did return with mesmerizer song..


kalpana live well and live long........................

..sometimes..

sometimes i feel like complimenting a woman whose face has a calm and glorious glow,
on one day i saw the one.. smiling mingling and giggling with her buddy with some real and natural flow,

somehow i took the courage and walked towards her..to know from where she has got this bliss of pure joy,
but the tingles in her eyes explained everything...she the excellent was the genre of her own even in simplests of small buys,

that may be she have bought by giving a complete thought of the one she loved through her mind body and pure soul,
no outsider could travel into her except her own thoughts of the one's..though ofcourse she was modern and versatile traveler that never played games that were foul,

yeah she was the sports person.. who was on her sojourns on ways to london.. idea was either to play or to report,

thought of asking certain things but did never..since i thought and silently blessed.. that in the world of fanatics.. a many like you enthuse freshness simplicity and rare openness that behaves well but never retorts,

and the thinking what may have happened and how it may have happened that things between some couples go bitter and total wrong,

that culminates into factual abuses and violence.. the life converts into a hell.. forgetting all feelings.. oh why did not you play that song,

nt that a player was a radio jockey.. it was just this he was sitting on his computer..playing own liked and requested songs,

 a deep intruder from far away.. maybe just have began..gluing her fickle eyes.. with intents to fill dirt and troubles and make their life hell and do the all wrongs,

to do all the wrongs she then took the help of a few.. possibly cuddling and along with lying naked on their bed, 

forgetting she has a family..possibly had lost all her values.. increasingly all her ways traveled to spill schemes..to extend these wicked threads,

the more she sneaked into lives.. the more hostile she started to become and more and more naked became her ways,

right said a few real ones... that a woman when looses her sanity completely and arrogantly..she becomes a beast..with intents to kill and have feast in her lusting preys....

.... making of a... bliss..

then on one day suddenly i woke up in the middle of the night when the dawn was about to erupt that would end the darks all around,
i just peeped into my radium litted watch that is lying idle.. but still telling the time.. it was 3 in the night.. quietness was the only sound,


the sound i could hear.. and in that could hear my own beats that my heart was throwing to my touching palm on the left side of my chest,
ha ha ha.. i smiled in whisper.. yup abhi zinda hai tu ganju.. and for what have you woke up in the mid night.. do you not like the earned rest,


like if you or not.. but the night comes to do things in isolation or in unison.. the thinking asked me..  hve not you still made a blessing out of the bliss,
hmmn.. good question.. but have had these in gone years.. and can not tell a lie to you.. the life has taken a different shape though.. something i do miss,


often the makings of these blisses in past.. make me think that in what way have i gone wrong and of whom have i done any wrong,
there was a symphony of the knitted bodies.. there were feelings of cumulative triumphs.. and together in each ears.. the buzzes were of.. excited songs,


on those times of climaxes when the aim was to get hold of pumping breath.. just to prolong the nights.. and then often getting up.. removing the embraced arms,
on those times.. the erected busts just got more magnified.. forcing me to make a bliss out of this blessing.. and then making sounds in blistering calms,


the blistering heat that bodies released on those times.. just made me wet in sweats.. as if the entire body was in and on some kind of live field,
more.. more.. and just more.. was the ecstasy.. i explained this to thinking.. you know.. thats how come the pleasures of blisses from these blessed yields,


told the thinking.. beyond this i can not be more true and truthful to you and for this if you want then can go on making a crude fun of me,
but.. yup abhi zinda hoon.. have gone more bald.. and am literally amused.. but not wanting to go berserk and insane by impounding any.. just to be,


am a man and am fully grown up.. may be at times the tears do come out which i able to wipe these from my face,
in whispering i do make the prayers.. all right God your will is great.. and shall you just give me some excited reason to live.. in my own space...


                               thanks.. if you do this.. and thanks even if you do not do this..
                                                                  i am fine...

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..... keep glowing...

keep glowing with the jonesses as the things you do and things we do are competitive but possibly the positive and bright,
in attempt to be the better the aim is always to make one own self better.. instead of dirtying the other and giving scares and sorrowed plights,


in this world of full of oligopoly.. there can never be a monopoly.. coz in those traits the things and attitude become haughty.. thus of arrogance,
to get better of the competition.. the method is that of keep glowing or keeping up with the jonesses.. to say.. yea.. markets are with competitive fragrance,


you sense the better aroma or taste of your competitive products coz in your attitude.. the one thing remains.. come up with things.. that are fresh and cool,
the designs that are new and innovative.. takes over the minds.. sooth the eyes.. and in buyers preferences you become an able one.. that always uses proper tools,


in evolving one again and yet again through fresh methods and through better attitudes.. possible go a long way to keep up with ever evolving jonesses,
maybe there are times.. others get better.. but is it like losing a war.. its not.. coz doing job or work is just getting on with things.. through proper processes,


said we kept up with jonesses but could not match its pace as the trends keep changing.. hence jonesses purred from there... this way to reach your aim,
the ones who could literally see this trendy jonesses.. possibly shall go that way too politely and correctly to meet so smilingly.. ah.. pleasure to have you as my earned acclaim,


where did the environment got dirtier.. what did one make any other inferior.. and where did the kind of abusive accusations and words got thrown,
NO WHERE.. NO WHERE ELSE.. the only thing remained and that is keep glowing with the jonesses.. as the jonesses is evolving and makes you innovative.. fully grown...




                                       keep evolving with the jonesses to be with it... Man...

the song..

once upon a time i used to hear one song that was sung by a singer thru an old microphone,
the song was about he with his sheee.. that shee used to sing in her whistling voice.. on finding hee all alone,


the loner was a waiter on those days..sitting attentively in front of an idiot..waiting to hear.... the song,
and remaining busy to surf page after page.. and reading spiritual lessons.. thus praying.. that things do not go wrong,


the whole world is an illusion.. kind of songs...became the literal hummable highs.. on listening notes,
and the real world is dupic delusion.. kind of pretensions..became the liberal perceived sighs.. as world discarding votes,


writing a huge thesis in praise of she... the hee became.. what only hee cud know,
in thinking no one knew.. he came to know that all knew.. thus becoming that..  beginner..from the successful pro,


and here as successful pro.. there was a time.. that he spent all along as one real and cool,
after that...there came the time.. and in that he did what he was doing earlier.. but courtesy.. a few.. he became the illusion-ed fool,


so ok.. that time can never come back and can never come back the years that had gone by,
but the memories can be kept as memories.. and literally recalling.. that singer is whistling..from near by,


being sure no hurt is intended.. no bad name is given.. to those.. who somehow were or possibly are the wonderful friend.
assuming that those lyrical thesis were correct... but things happened in dirtier ways and toxic was the trend,


but then to have the pleasant the cheerful memories of the person you once upon a time knew.. was the one you showed great admires,
the memories remain the same.. and jokes means jokes.. that are told to enthuse a laughter.. not as one sticky insect sticked on some barbed wires,


but then the laughter that get enthused come after only when the teller of a joke has always some pleasing thoughts,
a changer of an environment.. one has to be.. in putting listeners at ease by making the tropics a bit cooler that are getting a bit too hots,


tell them ok you hear you listen and then where has your tongue gone through which you can speak,
tell them ok you read you open and then  where has your eyes    gone through which you get a view from your peak,


from your peaks you usually and you must have the wonderful views of all that get happens.. in the lower grounds or lanes,
and you say that the view is of your liking then why you keep this view with yourself.. should not you share this by inviting one in your designy planes,


so oho.. your planes have taken off and thus are flying high above the horizons and thus are the reasons to make you the one equipped of all seasons,
for summers, winters, rains springs autumns etc etc.. you have everything then why should here be any unease in you.. and why shud you believe in treason,


literally after having every thing you ought to be in that pleasant and peaceful frame of mind.. that telling some cool jokes should be your whistling style,
cud say that once upon the time the pilot forgot to refill the tank and told about it in mid air.. hence had to apply the parachute oil on spinning head.. for the while,


for the while coz the pilot was very very happy on that day and hence had got the courage to tell me about some real real deadly joke,
i fainted and i got tainted and i visualised my funeral proceedings from that that above.. so to quench my deadly and last thrust i opened my last coke,


opened happiness... the voice somehow reached up in that shores...from the ones who too in proper collaboration had made some lavish funeral plans,
and on landing you straight away reached that spot.. and said... picture abhi baaaaki hai dost.... the best of me is yet to come... is your living elan....