.... 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....

shine O sun..

shine O sun from the above from the horizons that are yours natural and solar-ed heating spheres,
the glory of you is in giving the energy.. to the earth that is getting free zed... perhaps in yours lightened inner selves...you could not see from...to these earthy here,


the clouds that gives cover in these freezing days... in lovers books are described as messengers...to deliver the message...to some distant lover..." that here is living the am",
and then returns without showering any drop....perhaps the miser distant lover...reserves it for that rainy days... when in anyway these flow in plenty...flooding out from dams,


shine the sun...but you do...so what halts you to come out in open with yours... ever energetic.. spreads of glowing rays,
that enhance the bodies...the well drifting...who sit out in open...under your patronage...and so smilingly and lovings...wink at you...and of course.. do sampooran namaskar and pay dandwant prays,


astronomically the journey of you the sun can have the phases that are creations of astronomers ...in letting know... swapping of you from tropics of cancer to capricon,
but you as sun...while on having feast...had ever given a thought to this fundamental truth...that its the earth that revolves on its axis...and around you...thus allowing you to stay maun,


you in being at your place ever the since...may have got blamed...that you got angry and thus had thrown from above the ultra violet rays,
but then it was all astronomy...is nt it...then why we humans be blamed...who need you...who adore you...who believe in your shine...who do wait for your benign visit...please do pay,


do pay your visit via your rays...o sun...and requesting you to please do not ever give this loving thought that at one particular day..on earth you would land,
before even thinking so...first make your earth as strong..who would have you in its arms...else you must know...in those bristling garmis...iss duniya ka baj jayega band,


o sun...you know and we know...and in ours praying we are being a bit toooooooo mean,
since we know...you in anyway keeps shinning from above...and in hot sultry day...we may blame you for your indifference... perhaps abusing from the inners of bloody spleens,


so as the moral of the story this is the truth...this is the fact...that here on earth..owing..yes owing toos..and not due to...the creations of imbalances are fully ecological,
all weathers thus get so severe...these days.. the summers torrid, the rains hectic, the autumns baring...and the winter freezing..and then putting you at fault...by being argumentative methodical,


well then through this method of evaporating... you suck the water all above towards you...but stopping these in horizons within the airy atmospheres,
the all happening strata of atmospheric layers...are part of earth's...and the gravitational pulls that mainly through trees...invite the water as pure drops..to ease earth's heating fears,


on knowing this wonderful astronomical philosophical...here i as writer as these lines on shine... definitely do feel that i get some invitation from..some taramandli's group,
who on that day will have a kind of sabha...to offer me a mike...and ask me... to deliver a sermon..as to how to appease the sun, how to mingle with earth.. to that.. willing disciplined troop...( smile)..

I am...

Grimmy...NO..and a bit Groggy....NO...some grouchy NO....grotty..uh...but honestly at some times a bit inane,
I said that i am not complaining..but even if i were...but how could i forget to acknowledge, appreciate the work of one creative avante garde,


While you earn...that's nice..through your creations..benign i suppose..importing contents...from where you know,
Preparing, cooking and presenting and then quintessentially opulenting a gala show,


Genuinely...speaking...i dont know one particular genre to be one genius genteel,
With full of human desires, emotions, ambitions, angers, aspirations and body needs...i am...Not as one loopy loose mannered....but mostly as one prissy pristine,


Casual, witty, romantic, dreamy, working and perhaps some chivalrous might be my connotes,
Flirt and graceless i am not...but is nt it funny...that as invisible heads..you walk along me n hear and see..ok...but i do mind this all...and   you keep your real self safe in some sort of fort,


While being here...do you find me sleeping with some noisy snorts..or do you think that i should wear caps of some sorts,
Not to hide from one shinning above...but to hide my hot ears n forehead...from the cold and snoozy vibes..that were in the air..i caught...since these come from very high principled..throat.....

............... Hey Ishwar...............

O mighty omnipotent...omni present....ever able....and pleasurably very pleasing and humanly benign,
Just listen and listen very very carefully....here a devotee calls upon you....the dirty games in life has just lengthen...should i continue working...or just do resign,


O Ishwar...oooooooooooooo ishwar.....ever ever ever.....since eternity.....you came to rescue....who else made a call...from one's truest heart,
In one of your various....forms....you did come....to ease the vows...to ease the pains...of humanity that suffers...from satanic deeds...of those whom aim always remain...inflict a hurt,


courage you say..do have...then i say i have...faith in you say...do have...then i say that i have strong faith and belief in you,
knowing that you are the one...who is the ultimate...the absolute...and purest of the pure....and whitest as one of the most innocent truth.. the truest of the true,


everyday...the many who vouch in your name by ringing bells...lighting a diyas...begin their day,
then what transpires in their minds and why...i do not know...that to your own presence...they themselves defy...indulging your presence..in dirty games they play,


perhaps you are all above...all above to these hatred and false and sinful claims,
perhaps you on one of the day....just show your own magnificent presence...that is beyond control...just improbable and impossible to get tamed,


on that day again O Ishwar...O mighty omnipotent...omni present....ever able and pleasurably very pleasing and humanly benign,
you again become simplest of the simple....listening to a pray....and ends the pains of your devotees....ORDER THEM... " DO WORK...TILL YOU ARE ABLE..and just DO NOT RESIGN",


there you are...O Ishwar...the supremest of all...the colourful as enjoy-er...and inspiring all to be the doer, 
literally....its the true prayers....of worshippers....that moves you...and not the opulent shows of rich or the sheepish cries of the poors....

The Story of the TWO's...A biography of an imagination...

         
 from the continuation...


 the new chapter...


in continuations with the things that one gets or rather one enjoys.. the life literally tinkers with a process just to write yet an other chapter,
he was there all alone.. yet a witness to all that was happening in and around.. just gave a glaze and crossed fingers in his hair.. said.. " so amidst certain interesting factors",


the factors that were there to get seen and being witnessed and enjoyed.. were interesting in the ways certain things had taken interesting shapes,
said the he.. " to this i meant this and to that i meant that but look this became that and that the this.. thus made me a kind of person who just apes",


" but do i really" said the he.. and then literally came closer a mirror nearby that was standing tall in its fullest of shinning glory,
and then peeped deep into the mirror and immersed him in that or took that in him.. to see the things in proper prospectives that will just tell the real story,


the real story was in fact  interesting or rather was so fascinating that he himself made him a kind of narrator.. to tell the things with real spicy elans,
the smallest of an event be told with such passion.. and such romantically.. that in his glowing eyes.. the spark just oozes out while unrolling certain revealing plans,


the plan A said the he.. was to do that but could not.. so switched to plan B to see that plan C was just Ok to complete the things in plan D,
the D was just not happening so just called in again the A.. to say hello to the B.. who was not getting well with the C... oh my god.. said the He,


in fact the very legacy of travelling through A B C and D.. was just too novice.. hence said ok.. the union of them is partnered as one Big and true,
the union of them got friendly to him.. and they as owners said to him.. you are our imagination.. so in you we live and in we you shall.. through and through,


the roaring club of fours.. in fact were the owners of some big and tall clamours that had given them a unique name... the Sannjhi Singhnia's,
and how well the interesting factor came out that they shared a unique similarity with hero of Ghajini..oh wow me the kalpana of them.how remarkable was this interesting insignia,


in a way it was his own imagination and it was his own unique style to narrate a story in his own peculiar ways,
the young jest in him always remained to unravel the new.. else life at times becomes so boring literally forcing the trends to fell preys,


the preys to the boredom.. the gloomy faces.. absence of smiles.. and continuous streak of talks that just pull the big big pals of glooms,
aur bhi gam hai zamane mein... he said... mohabbat voh bhi ho jayegi... but why is this stark state of mind that always spin adversaries on the destiny looms,


i.. said the he.. if do have or shall do have such loom or looms.. shall always spin the processes that will bring the threads of glowing trends,
the vivacity in life is so glorious.. the colours so magnificent and opportunities so innumerable.. that shall give me no time.. to make any offends,


on the looms.. i shall spin.. the new ways and new systems and in these i shall learn the ways to be one among the capable plurals,
in sum.. being sad is part of life.. but for how long.. as in life nothing stays forever.. the one passing phase gets took over by fresh murals...






...To be continued...