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...