An Oak Vat...

Life is like an Oak Vat.....
The grapejuice turns into fine wine here ...
Over a period of time ...
Fermented ... kept covered within ...
Letting the yeast work on it ....
The taste ... The fine fruity flavor....
The smell .....
The swirl of the wine ....
The bubbles rising slowly ....
All indicative of a life well preserved ....
In the Oak Vat....
The Vat of life....
The colour and flavour seeping in the wine of life....
Oak Vat .... Fine wine ... Mature wine ....
They say a wine and a woman are best enjoyed....
When they have matured over a period of time.

Laqeerein .....

Laqeerein ...
Haath ki laqeerein ...
Taqdeer ki laqeerein ...
Laqeerein jo humne kheenchi ....
Waqt ki raet pe....
Woh laqeerein ...
Jo sagar ki ek lehar mitaa gayi.

Laqeeron ka kya hai ....
Bina haath walon ki bhi ek kismet hoti hai ...
So laqeeron pe kyun jaana....
Apni kismet ko aazmaana...
Laqeeron ko kya hai ...
Zameen pe aaj yahan hain toh kal wahan....
Haqeeqat jo he ....
Usey kya jhuthlaana...
Tammam umra laqeeron ko dosh naa dena ....
Unka kya hai ...
Banti aur bigadti hain ....
Dosh toh hamara hai ...
Jo sab par bharosa kar baithey.

Par koi gilaa nahi ...
Naa hi koi shikwaa hai....
Talli kabhi ek haath se toh bajti nahi.

Hum kal bhi khush thei ....
Aur aaj bhi ....
Bekhudi ka aalam hai ....
Par tanha na hum kal thei ... naa aaj hain.

Gham nahi ki zamaaney ne dhoka diya....
Zamana kya hai?
Kuch bhi nahi ....
Hum thokar pe rakhte hain duniya ko ....
Hum duniya ko nahi ....
Duniya hamein salaam bajaati hai.

Taqdeer ki laqeer ....
Ek waham hai ...
Buss kuch aur nahi ....
Wahi hota hai..,
Jo manzoor e khudaa hota hai ...
Aur khudaa laqeer nahi banata ....
Woh Taqdeer banata hai ....
Taqveer ke liye....
Hum hi bhool jaatein hain ....
Tasveer ke liye.

Mein akeli nahin ...

Naa mein akeli nahin hoon ...
Mere saath hai mera wajood....
Mere honey ka ehsaas ....
Meri shakshiyat ...
Mera apna naam ...
Ek naam jo mere naam ke saath juud gaya....
Woh hai mere saath ....
Maine apna naam nahi badla...
Usi naam se aagey badi ....
Naa mein akeli nahi ...
Mere saath mere naam ka balm hai.
Mein akeli nahin ...
Mere saath meri yaadein juudi hain...
Kuch khatti ... kuch meethi ....
Kuch kadwi ... par har ek ko yaad karke ....
Ek naya sabak yaad aa jata hai ...
Zindagi mein sabab aa jaata hai.
Har ek yaad mujhe ehsaas dilati hai...
Zindagi ke sirf chand lamhe hotey hain....
Unhey loota do ....
Agar kisi ko khushi de sako do de do .....
Kal phir bahar aayegi ...
Naye phool khilengey .....
Aap ka aangan phir khusiyon se mahek uthega....
Chaman hara bhara hoga ....
Aasman neela hoga....
Aur jab badra chaaeyegi ...
Baarish ki boondein apne saath sab dard....
Bahaa kar le jayengi....
Ek ufaan machega sagar mein ....
Aur phir sab shaant ho jayega.
Mein akeli nahi....
Mere saath yeh chand... yeh gagan aur yeh taarey hain....
Mere saath mere saharey hain.

Dard ka ehsaas....

Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhko ....
Dil mein koi ranjish nahi ....
Bas ek kashmakash hai....
Kya aapney mujhe baksh diya?
Jo galti gussey mein ....anjaaney mein hui ...
Kya uss galti ki mein hi akeli malkin thi?
Taali ek haath se kabhi nahi bajti ....
Usski goonj milon dooor tak sunai padti hai ...
Par do haathon ki taali ...
Ek ki nahin.

Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe.....
Mein bhi iss gham mein uljhi hoon...
Barson ke saath ka khona...
Apney pyar ko dheerey dheerey tadapte dekhna....
Maine toh sab kuch kam umra mein hi gawaan diya ...
Kuch bhi baaki naa bacha jeeney ke liye....
Phir bhi doobti naav ko kinarey pe laayi ...
Do masoom chehron ke liye....
Ek manjar banaa diya apney astitva ka....
Ek aisi chitaah jali ...
Jismey sab khaakh ho gaya...
Bachi toh sirf raakh ...
Jo dhool mein mil hawa mein lipt ho gayi.

Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe ....
Isiliye likhti hoon ki aap akele nahi ....
Dard ke safar mein kayi saath hain ...
Buss hum unn ehsaason ko kalam de dete hain.

Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe...
Sachmuch ....
Saathi ke bichadney ka gham kya hai ...
Usska ehsaas hai mujhey....
Zubaan usska naam nahi leti ...
Par ehsaas hai mujhe.

Yaad hai woh toofan ....
Jo sab ujaad gaya....
Mera bagh mera chaman ...
Lekin mere bagh mein ab bhi phool khiltey hain ....
Kyunki ek yakin zindaa hai ....
Ki dard usey bhi bahut hua hoga ...
Jab ek hawa ka jhonka...
Hamarey gharondey ko tinka tinka kar gaya.
Usskey dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe ...
Uski aankhon mein dekha hai maine hum sabka dard ....
Par woh chupp hai...
Aur mein maun....
Aapke dard ka ehsaas hai mujhe.

Geeli Raet....Wet sand....

Woh geeli raet pe chalney ka ehsaas...
Aaj bhi yaad hai ....
Paer ki ungliyoun ke beech khisakti raet....
Samundar ke paani ke saath beh jaanewali raet ....
Paaon taley zameen khisakney ka ehsaas dilati raet.....
Geeli raet ...
Geeli raet ke Mahal ...
Ek leher kya uthi ...
Mahal ka naam -o- nishaan hi mit gaya....
Geeli raet .....
Bheegi raatein ...
Samundar ke namkeen paani ke chand cheentey ....
Maujon mein uthti doobti naav....
Geeli raet ....
Jaal mein phansi tadapti machchaliyon ka dard ....
Geeli raet dekh sab yaad aa gaya...
Sab ehsaas jaag uthey...
Insaan ka jism bhi ek din ...
Geeli raet mein samaa jayega....
Mitti se bana putla...
Mitti mein mil jayega....
Baaki reh jayenge peechey kuch nishaaniyaan....
Waqt ka takazaa hai ....
Har din ek samaan nahi hota....
Jab ehsaas hoga.....
Geeli raet khisak chuki hogi pairon taley.

Of Diamonds & Jade ....

Someone suggested I wear ....
Diamonds and Jade to ward off the EVIL EYE...
Damn ... I would love to ...
But, I believe a woman's .....
Diamond and Jade .... are her MAN.
If she proudly wears her Man.... Takes his name with pride ...
She needs no gem stone to ward off anyone ....
Take pride in what you have ....
I do.
If I am on a sabbatical ....
It is for a purpose ...
To study more ...
Propound new theories in Education ....
Education isn't separate from Emotions ....
They run parallel.
My Diamond and Jade are my books for now.....
They truly make me rise above ...
Above all the petty issues that boggle a human mind...
My Diamonds are the little ones who come under my wings each day ...
Who trust me ...
Look at me for encouragement ...
Their jaded beauty .... forfeits all else.
My Diamonds and Jade are the people ...
Who trust me with their little ones...
They know.... I stand between the kids ....
And, any harm that may come their way.
I am not made of Iron ...
Am not Iron man ....
But, I have nerves of steel...
That don't rust with time ....
It just becomes stronger day by day....
My Diamonds and Jade collection is getting bigger and bigger....
Am happy.

Sparks ... from the fire...

You can see the sparks flying ....
The fire catching up ...
Every year they burn him ...
Call him evil ...
But, he was way too holier than the holy ....
He was a scholar ... remarkable one ...
He was  a great lover ... never touched the other woman....
Not even the one whom he brought home ....
The holy one discarded her ...
He revered her ...
For he knew who she was.
Burn the holy one ...
For she never went back to him ...
She rather buried herself in Mother Earth ...
But never went back to him.
The triumph of what over Evil?
There is no evil ....
It's all in the mind .....
A mirage ...
A lie we live year after year....
Ravana ... I love you ....
Ravana .... I rever you...
I worship you O' Lord of the Asuras....
For you were holier than the holy.
You knew right from wrong ....
You knew what you were doing ...
He doeth unknown in the hurt he caused ....
She never went back to him.
It is not for the World that you should live ...
Try living for yourself once ....
Learn from the experiences ...
Learn from the ten days.
On the Tenth day, do not burn ...
The one to burn is the holy one ...
For he hasn't attained moksha yet ...
He is still searching his own end.
The sparks from the fire...
They shall burn our World ...
The end is near ....
So, the new can be born ....
From the ashes and the water ...
A new life will begin.
Sparks from the fire ...
Foretell the future ...
The future of an unsaved World.

The Swan within ...

Ducklings all around ....
You don't make a quack sound ...
You Honk ...
Realize ... you are  a Swan within ...
A lovely, beautiful bird....
Different from others...
Ever graceful in appearance ....
The rest are all ducks ...
Being prepped for a roast.
You have risen above all ....
The highest abode in the World....
Displays the home ... the lake ...
Your abode....
The coolest place of them all ...
A place people die to reach ...
Your abode ....
Your Shangrilla....
 A heavenly experience ...
Yours only ...
None else has seen it the way you see it ...
Visualize the end ....
In such a place ....
The final resting place....
The Swan within .....
The dance of the Swan ....
A sight to see....
Seen by very few....
Go dance and make merry....
For tomorrow may never come.

Fill in the blanks...

We had exams ....
The most favourite questionnaire used to be ....
Fill in the blanks ..
That was life as a student...
Today, life's lessons ... are different...
But, the questions remain the same ...
For which there is no teacher...
Preachers, yes ...
But no guide ....
No question bank ...
The most difficult question in the paper of life ...
Fill in the blanks.

The Echo ....

The sound of what we uttered ....
Coming back to us ...
Over and over again ...
Every word said or unsaid ....
The echo ...
From the sky ...
To the hills ...
The dusty roads ..
To wild rivers and frothy ocean ...
The waves rushing towards you ...
Reminding you ...
Echoes in the background ....
Sounds you have heard before ....
Words he said ...
His voice echoes in your head ....
All the time.
He would sing at the top of his lungs ...
Yet lyrical and melodious...
Beautiful voice ...
It echoes all the time in my head ...
Deep within beckoning ....
Saying I am innocent ...
I didn't mean to ....
But, it happened ....
Right?
Living with the memory of that voice ...
Relentless in my heart and soul ....
I immerse myself in my world ...
I tried muffling it ...
None could match the amplitude ....
A voice that is unique cannot be erased ....
It remains ...
None can take it's place ...
Not in this lifetime.
The echo allowed me to move on ....
Coz' it keeps coming back to me ...
The echo remains ....
That is all that is needed to be happy ....
Beautiful melodious voice ...
Erratic antics ...
So different from others.

Of cowboys & Aliens .... August August....

I refuse to believe otherwise ....
Yes, I remember clearly ... very clearly ...
I had blogged about it then too ...
Yes, I was running a temperature ...
 A fever that had rendered me unfit to report to work ...
I was all alone ....
And, he came ...
All the way ...
He came just to be with me ... take care of me ..
To lift my spirits ....
Despite the fact that there was a situation....
And chaos at his workplace ...
He came and was with me ...
Till he tuck me in my bed and left.
He was there ... that wasn't business.....
That was caring and sharing ...
That was the pure embodiment of love ....
I refuse to believe otherwise.
He knew I was down in the dumps....
He took me for this movie ....
Knowing fairly well my taste for Cowboys ...
Yes, we went for a movie despite my fever ...
I felt rejuvenated ...
I never felt so good before....
All weakness abolished ...
All smiles ...
Just him and me ...
Watching a movie....
A large tub of popcorn ....
Three samosas (Regular feature) and ...
A large Coke .... yup..
That's right....
He knew my taste ....
He knew my taste in food ...
He knew my taste in clothes ....
He knew my taste in shoes...
He knew my taste for good life ....
That's what we lived and breathed till we parted ways...
Why did we part ways?
I dunno ....
I don't want to go there ....
But we did part ways ....
An august August to remember ...
Of Cowboys and Aliens ...
The Cowboy I knew ...
Now Alien to me....
Numb to my senses ...
For that's what is the best way to remember the past ....
And, move on ...
Move on ... we have....
But, yet somewhere a tug, a nagging feeling ....
All is not right ....
Somewhere a gut feeling .....
There was something ...
Something he wanted to say ....
And, I silenced him ....
I didn't hear him out ...
I just shut my ears and eyes ....
And, he nodded his head in despair ...
And, walked away....
An Alien walked away....
The Cowboy remained shut in the confines of my heart .....
The keys to the door of which thrown in the ocean....
Never to be found again...
A feverish rendition of an august August.

The soothsayer ....

The soothsayer says ....
You are here to enable the mysteries of the Universe to unfold ....
Do your duties as prescribed ...
Don't worry all will fall in place ...
Nothing will go amiss.....
And, I raise an eyebrow and quip.....
Nothing amiss....
Not the scars on a flawless body .....
Nor the wrinkles ... on a pearly smooth face ...
Forty two springs......
Nothing amiss...
No one person gone?
What nonsense you spake to me ....
O' Soothsayer ....
Do not repeat again to another ....
Eat your words ...
This is life ...Real life ...
Throbbing life .....
Ebbing life .... But, Life itself.
Do not say .... forget and forgive ....
One can't ... never ever.
You may sooth souls for a while ...
But, the real life teaches you lessons otherwise....
Lessons we don't forget...
Lessons that revive our memories from time to time ...
Faces that crop up here and there and ....
You relive moments spent with them.
No, it never goes away ...
It comes back in newer forms ....
Nastier forms....
Forms that make you flinch.
Then there are those ghosts of the past ...
Soothsayer, dear No.... they don't go away...
They take new forms ...
New avatars...
New names ...
They come back to haunt your memories....
To haunt you all the time.
The soothsayer nods his head...
And, walks away....
He hasn't lived my life ...
What can he say?
NOTHING.

Skeleton Woman .... The woman who runs with the Wolves

Skeleton Woman ....
Woman running with the Wolves ....
Words ....
Jumbled up in my mind ...
Thanks Uma .... This book given by you .......
As though was written by me or for me ...
But, frankly for every woman ...
Every woman who empathises with another brethren of hers.

Am the bones that rattle in his head....
Am the blood that runs through his bloodshot eyes....
Every ounce the woman ....
The Wolf devoured ...
Every bit the skeletal remains of his past.

From the smoke rises the image of a woman ....
The ashes contain the bones ...
Rest all reduced to ashes ....
Warm ash .... smouldering ash.
The woman walks away from the ashes....
Footprints on the ashen floor...
She glides through the night...
The moonlit night ...
Wolves howling in the background ...
The forest comes alive with sounds of crickets ....
An eerie silence broken with these sounds...
The woman walks on ....
Sometimes as though flying through the air.....
Someone somewhere keeps awake ...
As he knows one day he shall be devoured for his follies....
His flesh torn to pieces....
His bones crushed into million shards....
His nights curled up in fear ....
His days; eyes furtively looking for the Skeleton Woman...
Darting from place to place ....
Lest she catches his scent somewhere ...
And, turns around ....
Baring her teeth ...
All set to pounce upon him...
She does run with the wolves .... Yes, she does
She leads the pack now.

She is not one to cow down ..
She is not one who fears...
She instills fear in them ...
That doth harm to her brethren....
When she moves...
Lithe and stealth in her steps .....
Her moves to the beat of the rhythm in her heart ....
A melancholy soulful music within....
But, at peace ....
But, with red blazing eyes .....
Eyes that can reduce anyone to ashes...
Eyes that spew flames...
Flames that reduce you to ashes ....
From which the Skeleton woman rises again and again.....
And, runs with the Wolves all over again.

Devi ...

Devi ka prakop ya vardaan ...
Yeh toh rabb jaaney ...
Mein toh buss itnaa jaanun...
Usey apna manoon re. 

Pistanthrophobia ....

I thought I only suffered from Claustrophobia ....
Till I came across Pistanthrophobia ....
Damn ... so true... yet so ambiguous.
Arachnophobia has me jumping off the sofa ....
Am climbing up the walls...
Really .... Spiderwoman  ....
Then,  no fear at all.... lol....
Why do we suffer from phobias?
I have a phobia for Custard apple too ...
Not to name Pine apple too ...
Anything to do with apple but the original word APPLE.
Adam's apple .... Eve's desire ....
Pandora's box ....
So many evils lurking all around us ....
People with straight faces ....
Yet with evil desires in their minds.
Is this just my dilemma?
Or, is it every woman's dilemma....
Or, every human being's dilemma?
Must be postpartum depression acting up....
But, am just too busy to even think of all this ...
Yikes ... it's Sunday .... a less hectic day ...
So, I guess these thoughts...
But, It's good to think ...
Your horizon widens.....
Phobia or no phobia.

Sleeping Beauty ....

Usey sotey dekh ....
Usski yaad aa gayi ....
Kal jiske aagosh mein mein soya karti thi ....
Yaadein ...
Bhool naa payenge ...
Kyun ki ...
Har pal .... ye tumhari yaad dilayega ...
Tumhari nishaani .... meri zubaani ....
Aaj ye meri aagosh mein hain ...
Nanha parinda....
Ek din yeh bhi udd jayega....
Tab tak isey mein sehlaungi ....
Sajaungi ... sawaroongi ....
Ek achcha insaan banaungi ....
Tumhari parchayeen bhi iss par padne na doongi ....
Kyunki yeh sirf mera hai ...
Aur mera hi rahega.
Sleeping beauty ...
Eyes just like yours ....
Lashes just like yours....
A spitting image of you ...
Just you yourself as though.

AGNI Born again ....

6 pounds .... not an ounce less nor more ...
Premature but hale & hearty ....
Yes.... delivered.....
Now, with a family .....
The caretakers ....
That shall take care of him ...
Till he is ready to be announced officially....
Proclaimed to the world as mine and mine only.
Let the party begin....
Champagne flow....
The prodigal son is here.
Blond hair....
Blue eyes ....
Family heritage of the Royals....
My AGNI is here ....
To make a statement ....
You only need a sire ....
Not a father for breeding.....
My Agni shall be my experiment ...
Mine and mine alone to keep forever.

The Invisible Act .....

Hahahaha.....
You think you are a magician ....
That you can do the disappearing act ....
Nah.... you can't ....
You are incognito ...
Watching every move I make ....
I may be physically living in this big bad World ....
But, I am aware of your presence ....
Those piecing eyes hooded by your lashes ....
I know you very well .....
You will always keep an eye on me.....
Coz' you know, I have a score to settle with you ....
Today or tomorrow....
One day I shall settle all the scores....
Leaving you sore all over.
Multiple scars that will remind you of me each moment ....
As they do today ....
I am there in your nightmares....
 The mare you trampled upon....
The never ending story ....
How can IT end?
Till I destroy you as the destroyer of all evil does...
I shall not rest ....
Everyone has a goal and vision in life ...
Mine is very clear to me ....
Your destruction....
At every level ....
In every relation....
Today or tomorrow.... It shall happen ....
And, you shall cry tears of blood...
Your own flesh and blood shall sear in the fire ....
That burns within me ....
That rages within me ....
I never forgive .... nor do I forget.
You can do the invisible act ....
The cloak doesn't cover you from my vision....
I watch over you ....
Once the opportune moment arrives ....
You shall see the ones closest to you ...
Die each day ..... a death so terrible ...
Even death shall fear me then.
I am Satan ...
The one they all fear ....
I never leave my enemies smiling ....
I snatch the smile off their faces....
I scratch their eyes eyes out ...
You shall see it live ...
The destruction begins soon....
Wait and watch ....
The great danes will be the first to go....
Then the dames ....
Ruthlessly torn and wretchedly left naked on crowded roads ....
Watch while I burn your World down soon.
I shall remain invisible ....
Watching every move you make ...
Every move your people make....
You can't see me....
I can see you ...
Even now....
That's my power...
Invisibility ....
Yet visible ....
And, openly challenging every mental faculty of yours...
Scratch your head ....
Nod it disbelievingly ...
But, turn around ....
And am there.
Watch your back darling ...
I am right behind you.

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow .... is D Day ....
The day the boy turns a youth ....
The day I was born again ....
In flesh and blood as him ....
Tomorrow is the day ....
He is ready to take on the World...
Fly high...
Soar up in the Sky ....
On his own ...
Tomorrow is the day ....
My boy becomes a Man....
A man envisioned and blessed by his ancestors....
A man they would be proud of.
The day Grandpa looks forth to ....
Hope he gives a surprise and comes visit ....
That's the best gift the boy could get ...
Blessings and his Granddad.
Finally, the little birdie is ready to flap his wings ....
And, leave the nest ....
Strong enough to take on the World....
Old enough to be on his own now.
Henceforth, his decisions will be his own ...
Not mine to decide...
I wish him all the best in life...
May he always make his family proud of his achievements...
He is the best and deserves the best.

Tomorrow ... is his day ...
A bid day ...
A milestone in his life.

Stop stealing other peoples dreams ....

We ought to stop stealing dreams ....
Without dreams ...
We are nothing ....
Dreams make us and break us....
Break us ... if we don't believe in them ....
Make us ... when we follow them ....
Really work hard to get what we have seen ...
At the end of it ....
A sense of Deja' Vu.....
Stop stealing others dreams ...
Make your own ...
Follow your own ....
Others have their own ideas....
Don't impose yours on them ...
Nor steal theirs....
You have but one life to live ...
Live it well...
Love your people ...
Your family....
Your kids.....
Social work begins from home...
Every heart has a hearth to go to ....
Every one a home ....
Find your abode....
And, be happy there...
Rejoice in the nectar of goodness....
The goodness your work brings.

Kehne ko...Gumnaam shair....

Kehne ko toh aap khud ko...
Gumnaam shair kehte hain ...
Par har pal do pal...
Apni shayari duniya pe aajmatey hain...
Phir kiss tarah aap Gumnaam huye...
Naam ho gaya...
Shaheron ke sheher mein tu badnaam ho gaya...
Jiss shaher ko chhodd...
Tu gumnaami ke andheron mein gayab hua....
Usi shaher mein tera naam hua ...
Mukaam kayal hua...
Meri dua salam tere saath ....
Mein nahi toh kya.....
Ek waqt guzar jayega.....
Har waqt thaher jayega ...
Par tu rukega nahi....
Teri shayari rang layegi ....
Tu gumnaam se naamwala ban jayega.

Kabhi uss sheher ke talaab kinarey baith ke soch ....
Kidhar hai teri manzil....
Talaab ke sheeshey mein dikhai degi ....
Uski parchaiyee....
Joh hai teri manzil ....
Teri Mehfil.

Kehne ko Gumnaam ho ....
Par ho bade naamcheen....
Hafiz khuda tera....
Khudahafiz.

Arguing with a fool .... proves there are two...

Arguing with a fool ...
Proves there are two ...
So, am ending all arguments and speculations here....
I have a life to live than look behind...
Happy living to you in your abode.

Minds are just like parachutes....

Hmmm... all our minds ...Cooped up in loops of grey matter ...Function best ....When they are open ....
Open to new ideas and creativity...New horizons to cover ....Newer territories to conquer....Now , ain't the times of Genghis khan ...So, conquer we must our minds ...And, similar ones ....Intellectuals gathering to seek out ....Brainstorm newer techniques ...To tap the human  potential.

It's like opening of a parachute... with lots of colours and shades of the same colours.... shadows falling on flat ground......grass shooting up towards the Sun .... growing .... seeds germinating .... but, ideas need to be new and forthcoming ... new innovations in Education .... leave the old ideas behind ... but take the best out of them and work on it.

A new idea ... culminating in the mind ...An end result .... better minds to bear the weight of a dying World. Earth is a dying star .... what better way to nurture the future ... we shall be gone soon ... what do we leave behind for the ones left behind? No resources ... nothing to fall back on.....we need to find alternative energy sources but a better Earth for them. Every brain trying to save Earth is thinking yet there seems to be no answer.... everyone bickering over it .... Look within ... you as a human being .. what are you doing? Are you doing your bit to save energy or Earth?

Even as I type these words ... I am using energy .... precious energy .... using a machine run on electricity and power ... where is the sustainable energy of the future? We all tweet or facebook about these things, but we are all pseudos .... nothing but all yak yak and much ado about nothing.

Wanna save energy?

Then get up and shower with cold water ... walk to work .. don't use machines for work ... keep the air conditioner off.... Nah, All the so called Scientists need environment controlled labs to work and survive ... Our Greenpeace activists need thermal clothing and mobiles to be in touch with the rest of the World to tweet about their efforts to save Oceans and Arctic ice....

I am an environmentalist... I make no bones about it ... but am not fake. I do what I believe in ....
Just open your mind ... and there are endless possibilities to make the environment of the world a better place to live in and breathe in. Just look within. Introspect and the answer is there ... the answer that you seek.... we all seek.

Psychotic ....

Psycho .... yes, apt word to describe the woman who stalks me ...
Yikes! Is  she a lesbian?
Omigosh .... late in nights ....
She visits my blogspot...
Instead of being in the arms of her so called Hubby ....
She is a pain in the .... You know what....
Maybe he does her ANAL ...
So, she is just in pain so is online at night.

By the way ....
She is a psycho ...
The scars on her wrist are proof of her psychotic behaviour ....
She showed them to me once....
Saying she had slit her wrist for him...
Eeks .... which normal person does that?
She needs some psychiatric counselling and medicines to put her to sleep ...
Rather than stalk other people far away.
Look nearer darling ....
Right under your nose ...
In the name of work and meetings ...
What is cooking?

You and your kind ...
Are way out of my timeline....
Stay grounded in your beliefs ...
Believe in yourself ....
Rest all is a mirage ....
So am I.

Get some psychiatric help before you break down ....
Save yourself.
No one is after you or your toy ...
Just relax and enjoy the gift Lord Shiva has given you.
Nothing else matters.
If this is an assurance you need to be happy ...
So be it.
But, sleep woman ....
You need it.

Jini ... Jini ... Johnny...

Ooh... Am busy in a meeting ...
Talk to you later ....
Inquiry has come ....
In a conference ...
Hmmmm... with whom?
Guess?
Jini..  Jini.. Johnny ka dil ab bhi tumpe Jini..
Love ya ... Muaaah!

7 Days in Jail ....

7 Days in jail wasn't enough I guess....
Ten years is the best without bail ...
To really make you realize your mistake .....
Wait and watch ...
The doorbell rings ...
And, the cuffs are coming again ....
This time no bail out...
And 12 am to 2 am ain't no time for a ...
So called happily married woman to ...
Write shit.
She must be in pain .... to be awake at that time.

Phir Hera Pheri.....

Stop the nonsense ...
If you don't stop ...
Don't blame anyone for the consequences....
You shall face ...
Phir HERA pheri mat kar ...
You will burn ...
Your entire world will burn in hell ...
And, you will be responsible for it ...
ENTIRELY YOU.
So, stop peeping ....
Peek a Boo ain't my style ....
Only people who are insecure do that....
Your world is entirely different from mine ...
Don't ever try stepping into mine...
You shall BURN.
What you have ..
Be content and happy with IT....
IT ain't mine to ask for ...
IT ceased to exist when your existence was known ...
So ... Steer clear of my path ....
Else, I shall burn everything you have with just one whisper...
Then, you will have nothing but ashes to play with.
STAY AWAY ... LEST THE BEAST WITHIN ME DEVOUR YOUR WORLD.

Relax ... Don't Stress yourself ...

Woman....
Relax ...
Don't stress yourself ....
I don't play with broken and used toys....
That TOY you are so stressed about ....
Is YOURS and not MINE to keep or think about....
So, just relax and enjoy some good time making your family.

My Love Story ...

My Love Story ....
Played and replayed over and over again ...
All the time ...
Only the characters change all the time ...
The protagonist remains the same ....
ME..... The central character ...
Around whom the story revolves...
From whom it starts and ends ....
The rest of the characters keep coming and going ....
Some pop up in all the love stories ...
Some just fade away.... into the oblivion ...
Some return as the ghosts of the past ....
But, return they all do.
It isn't a one in many case....
It happens in everyone's life ....
Some say it all ... like me ...
Some aren't as candid as I am.....
Social taboos and what not ...
Inhibitions ...
Everyone goes through the same sort of life ...
Only some stories become legends...
Some just disappear without a sigh.
We are all not made the same way....
So, we exhibit our emotions in different manners...
Some are rough and furious....
Some docile and numb.
My Love Story ...
Told and retold ...
In different formats ...
In different posts ....
My way of living life ...
All so different yet so similar to all.
Lessons for some to learn .....
Learning lessons from some time to time....
It's all about how you grasp it ...
How the wordsmith weaves the stories....
How one man's loss has been ...
Another's victory ...
The journey of a woman ....
Through thick and thin ....
Through tumultuous rivers....
And, rough terrains....
But, a journey to remember ....
And, to learn from.
We all have stories to tell ....
We all have legends to read about ...
This is one ... in times to come ....
People will speak .....
They do discuss....
Some scorn my openness...
Others pity my situations...
But, that's all momentary ...
What remains  is ...
My Love Story ....
Each time .... A different one....
Each time ..... A unique way to celebrate my learning ...
Each time .... A new person to talk about.
My Love Story ...

In a world where ....

I am deeply ensconed in a world where no harm comes to me....
I am safe in my world ...
Away from prying eyes ....
Away from evil eyes ...
I am happy ...
If that is how happiness is defined.

In a world where there is no feelings left ...
In a world full of inhumanness...
In a world rife with strife ...
I am safe behind the frigid exterior I portray.

If the state of no action in life is happiness...
I am the happiest person alive ...
No action ....Just living ....
Mechanically doing all my jobs ...
Commitments being fulfilled .....
All for what ....
NOTHING.
Nothing at all.
At the end of it all....
We are alone ...
Everyone is.....
No one shall remember you .....
Only certain occasions ....
But you won't be missed at all.

In a world ...
Where men sell themselves and their loved ones ...
You can't expect anything ...
Have no expectations ...
Just keep moving ...
There is a lot to be discovered ...
Lots to be done....
But, not for others....
For yourself ...
When was the last time you did something to make....
Your own world a better place to live in?

Life worth living for ...

Every life is worth living ...
Whether in palatial bungalows ....
Or matchbox flats ....
Make life worth living for.

The wheels of time ...
They go up and down ...
Just like the rhyme ....
Wheels of the bus go up and down ...
Same way the events in life happen...
An upheaval here and there ...
Some downfalls here and there ...
But, life goes on ...
And, it should be worth its weight in gold....
So, to the shards of a broken heart ....
Say gleefully....
Make your life worth living for ...
Go on... lead a happy and eventful life.

Make your life worth living for ...
Make yourself proud.

Bling, Bling...

Bling was all she was about ...
Bracelets and necklaces ....
Rings and ear rings...
Looked good on her ...
Bling, bling ...

Then, came a day when all that bling wasn't worth looking at ....
Nothing mattered ...
All the bling was removed ...
She shaved her head ...
And, walked away ....
In the moonlight ....
Her silhoutte...
A dark shadow ...
Moving away from humanness...
A bald figure ...
Luminous in her own light ....
The blings done away with ...
No more shining armour ...
But a glow upon the face that once smiled ...
No more smiling...
Just a harsh look ....
People say, She is very stern ...
She says, so be it ....
I don't care.

To untrained eyes....
She seems like a frigid ice maiden ..
Trained eyes... make out ...
The pain in those eyes...
The faint smile she gives ...
A shadow of a wide grin of her past.
She is a terror...
Walking, talking terror...
People run away from her presence ...
Lest she devour them with her harsh words...
She is divine ...
Yet, destructible....
She is the ultimate truth....
But, an unsaid, unwritten poem ...
About to be unfurled bud of rose...
A bleeding Red Rose.

Bling, bling ... All gone ... in the blink of an eye.

Some lessons in life ....

We must hurt in order to grow,
Fail in order to know,
Lose in order to gain ....Some lessons in life ...
Are best learnt through pain.

Life moves on ....
People left behind...
New friends made ....
Newer places visited......
New ventures to think about.

So much to outgrow ...
So much to leave behind....
But, leave behind we must ...
In order to grow....
Yes, lots to miss out on ...
But, go on we must too.

Some lessons in life are learnt the hard way ...
Nah... all the lessons in life are learnt the hard way...
It's fun ... when you think of the past ...
Wow! The mistakes we make ...
Laugh at your own foolhardiness...
No more Tomfoolery you say to yourself ...
And, still you end up making a new mistake again.

No hard feelings ...
Just a tad bit hard heart ...
For some time ....
Till you make another mistake ....
Else one wouldn't be called Human.

Some lessons in life ...
Some beautiful unforgettable moments...
Some moments you can let go of....
Not letting them entwine in the neural pathway ...
Just let the toxins out and move on.

My wild side ,,,

See me shopping ....
I go wild .....
Hoarding the best of clothes and shoes ....
That I am never gonna wear....
Am a hopeless romantic....
So everytime I fall in love ....
A new wardrobe is selected and bought....
My designers catch their head and sit tight ....
Strange outfits ....
Stranger colours....
No bling...
Plain Jane but Royal dresses....
Beige ... lightpink...cream... black.,,,purple and grey.....
Long flowing anarkalis... Churidars.... chinese collar.....
My trademark.... shawl or stole on one shoulder.... Radhika style ...designers say for the mannequins...
Good fun ... my wild side ... which tries to hide the pain within by buying stuff and keeping it in polybags.

Shoes..... my weakness ... wedges and stilettos...
Catharsis ... wedges ...heels.....
Money blown away....
Am happy.
My wild side ....

Chaos ... Utter Chaos...

Kids here and there ....
Jumping , kicking ... biting ...
Today is a chaotic day ....
Suddenly, the somewhat docile kids are all jumpy ....
Running helter skelter.....
Biting one another...
Total chaos ... utter chaos.
Gosh.... Can't see myself in this environment for long ...
I will go crazy pulling my hair out...
Trying to control my rising blood pressure.

Kids here and there ....
Whom none can seem to manage....
I seem to be just running in circles.....
Quizzing myself ...
What am I doing here.

Kids here and there....
Running amok ...
Like Rambo with a gun...
One after the other ...
Teachers getting hassled ...
Everywhere a distinctive chaos.

Chaos utter chaos ...
Everywhere.

Raaz ....

Usney chup reh kar ...saabit kar diya apne pyar ko ...
Woh kehta tha ....
Kahan hai woh jo pyar ka izhaar karte thei ...
Par usney to izhaar karke inkaar kiya ...
Aur ab chup reh kar saabit kar diyaa...
Ki usey mujh se beintehaa mohabbat hai.

Uski chuppi sab keh gayi ...
Woh sar hilaana sab keh dala usney ishaaron mein....
Ishaaron ko agar samjho toh ...
Raaz ko raaz rehne do.

Unn aankhon ki kashish aur dard ...
Dono maine dekhe ...
Tabhi aaj mein chupp hoon...
Uskey dard se mujhe taqleef hoti hai....
Isiliye mein chupp hoon...
Unn aankhon mein dard nahi dekh sakti mein ...
Dekh sakti hoon mein kuch bhi hotey huye...
Nahin mein nahin dekh sakti tujhe rotey huye.

Yeh shayad mera aakhri qalaam ho...
Shayad na ho ...
Par ab mein tujhe aur tadapta nahi dekh sakti.
Yeh raaz khud tak seemit rakhna ....
Par mere zanaazey mein zaroor aana.

Waqt kareeb hai mere intekaal ka....
Waqt bahut kam hai mere paas....
Jo baat beet gayi so gayi ....
Ab naa koi dukh hoga na koi dukhi.

Raaz ki baat hai ....
Raaz hi rehne do.

Past ...

I let go of the past ....
A long time ago ....
But, it has the knack to just ....
Spring  a surprise from here or there...
It just comes up and messes up my life...
Some way or the other.

The past isn't an issue ...
No regrets ...
Because of what happened in the past ...
Today I am what I am ...
An evolved human being ..
Different from the rest as always ....
The World literally at my feet ...
I am happy but ...
No one to share my success with.

Well,  can't crib...
You don't get everything in life, do you?
Anyways, there's no time for anyone too ....
My work keeps me on my toes from sunrise ...
To way beyond sunset ...
That leaves no time for anyone ...
Not even my flock....
24 x 7 .... I keep myself occupied.....
My flock is happy so am I.

Just some mood swings at times ...
That cost me dearly each month ...
Hahaha! Gotcha...
Yes, I buy a new mobile each month ...
The latest in the market.....
The flock likes the best ...
And, so when angry ..... I break the old one ...
To appease the flock....
Buy the best.
But, money can't buy you happiness....
Yes, we are all online always...
On the move or at home ...
We are connected .... always...
A very automated family ....
The past is just a scar nothing else.

Eminem - Love The Way You Lie ft. Rihanna

Rolling In The Deep

Firework.....

So many... In such a short time ...

Yeah! So many lovers ...
Ek baar thaana ki saala ...
Sab mardon ko sanitary pad ki tarah use karo ...
Aur phir dustbin mein daal do....
Saale sab usi layak hain...
Abb ke yehi motto rahega ....
No more love shove ...
Now only lust ... satisfaction (mine) ..
And, leave them hanging .....lol

I must be dead drugged to write this ...
What a bold statement to make ..
In India .....
Our So called Society ...
All fuckall ...
Made by suckers ....
Men with no balls .....
Just anklets and wearing petticoats ...
Eunuchs ....
All of them ....

Just use them and leave them....
They deserve no emotion of yours ...
Just your motion ..
Loose motion smeared on their ugly faces...
Faecal matter to manage their fiscal matters ...lol

He was my friend first ...

Yeah! He was my friend first...
Then kab pyar ho gaya ...
Pata hi nahi chala...
I was setting him up for my cousin ....
But setting ke aankde shaayad ultey ho gaye...
And, one fine day we realized we were made for each other...
There was someone else who wanted to marry me ....
He tried his level best to wean me away from him ....
He couldn't ... I broke all ties with him ....
And, I married him .....
We were happy....
We had two kids...
The best in the World ... geniuses...
Whizkids ...
Yet, one day a storm came and the nest was left tattered and torn ...
Nothing left of it .....
After that Mamma bird never made a nest again ....
Papa bird flew away.... set up a new nest ....
Mamma bird keeps moving from one place to another with the two birdies...
But, she is happy ....
Coz' now there is no nest to break....
Nothing left to break ...
Not even her heart ....
A heart of stone ...
A heart that doesn't bleed anymore ....
All there is a ROCK ....
Nothing else...
It can't melt even ...
So, she is more like an Ice maiden ...
Whom they fear ....
Who come near ....
Her words are fireworks ...
No sweetness in them ...
Just barking orders.....
Keeping men as slaves ...
Coz' slaves are all she needs now ...
No hearts just slaves to hurt and feel nice about it...
I know sadistic ... but that's what time has made her ...
Her destiny unknown....
She treads upon treacherous terrain ...
One slip and a deep precipice ...
But, she moves on ...
Not looking back.........ever....
Those who are gone ...
Are lost forever....
No memories ....
Just deep scars .....
An anger that usurps all the goodness with in her ....
An  anger that's consumed her ....
And left her smouldering.

He was my friend first ...
Now, No one.

Humble love ...

This is another love story ....
Whose?
Mine....
I have many anecdotes ....
Lotsa stories   love stories to write about ....
This guy too still loves me and adores me ....
Literally worships me ...
Kisses the ground I walk on.
All he can do is sigh from a distance ....
And, worry about me all the time ...
They all love me ....
Fuckers , they do ....
But.... all are scared of my anger ...
The What if she...?
Kills their libido ....
 I walk away laughing.
Am happy , though they are lovers....
They love me and respect me....
Are always there for me ...
Coz' they know , I mean no harm ....
I am as harmless as an ANT in an Elephant's trunk.
LOL......
There are a couple more ...
Who love me in all humbleness..
The holy Queen ...
Yet the Queen doesn't set her eyes upon them...
She walks on ....
A journey .... to someplace ....
She herself is unaware of ...
Maybe, a journey of self discovery .....
What's left to discover though!
Something ..... some thought torments her soul....
Tugs at her toes....
Eggs her on to move ... move and move.
So humble love watches from a distance .... they all do.

Pehla pyar .... first love ....

Yes, he was my first and very first love ...
Sweet innocent papery love ...
All I ever did was write poetry to convey my thoughts across...
Mind you thought s and not feelings .....
I was just falling in love ...
It was so awkward ....
Sitting ten metres apart ....
Not looking directly at each other ...
Yet two lovers in the same room ....
Jokes were made of our budding romance ....
Everyone was sure ....
We would marry one day .....
That day never came .....
He went flying .... never to return ....
I waited and then wasted my life away....
Today he seeks me out ...
Yet I steer clear of him ...
Lest he flies away again.

He tried to search for me in others....
Couldn't find me there....
Now. he has found me ...
But, I ain't the same as before.....
The anger that boils within me ...
Was brought forth by his cowardice ....
The angry woman that loathes men ....
He sculpted the brain so....
How can she forgive him .....
Never.....
So, he waits in the wings.....
Reading every post I write ....
But, waiting is all he can do ...
I can't leave my haven for his palace ....
And, he can't leave his paradise for my RULES & REGULATIONS.

Pehla pyar hai... abhi bhi hai ....
Par uss par ab bharosa nahi hai ...
Kyun ki jab bharosa tootta hai...
Toh ek dil nahi ek insaan toot jata hai ...
Chaknachoor ho jata hai...
Kahin koi sheesha toot kar wapas judaaa hai?
Nahi...
So, first love must wait in the wings ....
For when I soar high up in the sky ...
To meet the creator ....
I shall wave him a goodbye on the way.

You still are ...

You still are the pillar of strength ....
You still are the person I called Daddu .....
A term of endearment for a father ...
Earlier the relation was something else ...
Now, it is a daughter and no one else...
And a daughter has every right over her FATHER ....
To crib and cry her heart out ....
I am not asking my father to do anything for me ....
I am just asking him to be there When I am not there.
You still are my Daddu and shall remain so ....
And, this is one rebellious daughter you have ...
Whose tantrums no one can equal...
She takes her anger from you....
She takes after you.
You may not have sired her ....
But, she is the daughter you wish you had.
If I shout and scream through my words ...
It's because I have no other outlet for my anger ....
It's best this way than any other ...
Keep others away from harms way ......
Your post can never be taken by any other.....
If my biological father was a man extraordinaire ...
You are the father I adopted ......
For his qualities and discipline....
And, of course .... the same rage within as mine.
You still are and will be Daddu.

No one ...

No one has challenged anyone ...
Nor insinuations made ...
A question about identity was asked....
Coz' you were following the person in question ....
Why follow?
And, what I write at any given time is the state of mind I am in....
If I am bugged ...
It reflects ...
And everybody is at the receiving end ...
Not just one person ...
So no offence ought to be taken ....
That is why WE separated....
My ANGER.
My Anger knows no bounds ....
And, anyone who has been around knows ...
It is a short outburst ....
But destroys Worlds.

I have never blamed anyone else ...
My shortcoming is my ANGER....
My anger is something...
I can do nothing about .....
Poor Kids.... imagine their plight ...
They are right there suffering each day....
Just like others...
The day their wings are strong enough ...
Even they will fly away ....
I shall not cry ...
For I know ...
It will happen one day...
They are just biding their time....
Just like others who left.
I need no one around me ...
I am better left alone ..
Alone ...
My World has many possibilities ...
Many promises ...
Many dreams ....
I need no one.
Neither do I dream of growing old...
Only living till the birds fly away from the Nest ...
Then I shall release the soul (If any left)...
And leave the mortal remains behind.
My words are my legacy to my flock ....
Nothing else.
No one needs to feel sad....
My words are my outpourings...
YOU are not the target ....
NO ONE is ....
I am me ...
And, that is how I live my life ....
ON MY OWN TERMS.
Everyone has a demon to fight with ....
I have no demons to fight with ...
But, my ANGER....
Which is worse than cancer....
It has no CURE.

Charity begins from home...

It's so easy to be a philanthropist these days ...
It is so easy to say ...
I did so and so ...
But, you did all for Others ...
What did you do for your own?
When they were struggling ...
Their heads barely bobbing on the surface of a rough ocean ....
Where were you?
Charity begins from home ...
Don't term it as charity though ...
Responsibility ...
Where were your strong shoulders....
When the fledglings were still learning to walk ?
Where were you ...
When they most needed you?
You weren't there....
Yo are not there....
You are but a ghost of the past ....
A memory ....
How can they ever respect you ..
Someone who pledged his life to the nation ...
But, forsook his own responsibilities....
This is an outburst ...
But not a cry to beg ...
We don't need nobody's charity ...
They shall never beg for it ....
They will never have to...
For as long as I live ...
I won't let them starve ...
And, when I am gone ....
They will have enough ...
And, they are capable beings ...
Who hold their heads high and walk ...
They don't need no man to man their lives...
The woman they call MOM is man enough to bring them up ...
All alone ....
She is the only MAN in this man's world ...
Who has balls.
Yes, she has the balls to stand up to anyone.....
And say .... Leave ... you are not needed here.
She doesn't need a man to tend to her flock ...
She has done it in the past....
She is still doing it ..
And, when she is no more ...
There will be enough.....
She doesn't need another man ....
To bring up HER children....
They are hers and hers alone.

Charity indeed begins from home ....
If there ever was one.

Every moment....

Every moment is a new opportunity ....
Waiting in the wings .....
Wings that take you high up in the sky ....
High ... high .... higher....
The moment to rise has arrived .....
Soar high up in the sky ....
How things change suddenly ...
Situations arise ....
Dream palaces crumble ...
Yet the sandstone ones remain...
Old is Gold.

Nonsense .....

Utter Nonsense .....
Bloody squeeze the juice outta a person ....
And, then just disappear ...
Coward, Bastard.....
That's what such men ought to be known as ...
And, referred to.
They think it's pretty manly ...
To strut their teeny tiny jelly around ...
An, feel proud of it ...
Fuck them all....
They are nothing but Mother fucking bastards out on a roll.
Nonsense .... no sense at all.

The roses in the garden ....

The roses in the garden ....
Brought me back ....
The love and care shown ....
Melted the ice maiden ....
Such love, not to be found today ...
Touchwood!
Rest all is just a mirage ....
Pheromones acting up ....
Hormones raging ....
Yours is true love ....
And it shows in your Garden.
She smiles through the blossoming buds...
She watches every move you make ...
She shows her presence from the colours...
Unique and beautiful in their own way.

The roses in the garden ....
Are her eyes and ears ...
They are her way of showing ....
She cares too....
You are lucky you found her ....
You found true love in her.

Can't trust anyone again ....

No Dad.....
Kukaram or not ...
Mistake was mine to trust someone ....
Suffer I must for that trust which was betrayed ...
All I know now is that ....
I can't trust anyone anymore ....
And, Society ....
I don't care a damn about it ....
It was never there ....
And, still doesn't exist for me....
People can talk ....
I don't care....
I know the truth ....
And, the Almighty knows the truth....
That is what matters ....
Mere zanaazey mein koi naa aaye ....
Kyunki yeh bhi ek dhokaa hai ...
Khaakh se bani yeh moorat ...
Ek din raakh ho jayegi ....
Uss raakh se ek aah tak naa niklegi.
But, the Phoenix has risen again from her ashes ....
To ashes she shall resign herself ....
But, not before burning the city down.
The anger within ...
Seething and raging ....
In the winds of laughter ...
It only adds fuel ...
Fuel to the anger ....
That can burn even Hell.
Hell hath no fury ...
Like the fury I own ....
It's not for me to judge anymore ...
But, for the anger within to forgive or burn them to ashes.

Can't trust anyone ...
You know me well....
Till I quench the thirst within ....
I shall not rest...
Lest something happens to me ....
I know you are there for the flock I keep.
My words keep you updated of my days...
The day they stop ...
You know the action to take ....
Open your arms and keep the sheep warm.
They are your treasures ....
Not mine to keep ...
I am but a keeper...
The keeper of your herd.

Writer's Block .............

Guess am suffering from a Writer's block ..
What with all the drugs to numb the senses....
Senses that remind one of all the mistakes....
Mistakes that ruined my life....
So, numb the feelings and move on ....
Chat with friends made new....
Resolute never to fall in love again.

Love is nothing but an illusion....
Just like this mortal being ...
Everything is an illusion ....
Just some colours splashed all around ...
By some painter sitting up there in Space......
A blockade means .....
All the colours have merged and turned black ....
Nothingness ... A blank....
Peace ......
An uneasy peace....
Writer's Block ... more apt.

Dilemma, dilemma....

It's a big dilemma....
Whether to let him go scot free ...
Or, really give him the just punishment he deserves ....
The compassionate heart says ... let go....
The justice seeking one says PUNISH him.
What do I do?

Dilemma, dilemma....
Today we are two strangers...
People till yesterday who were sweethearts....
But, that doesn't make his crime any lesser ...
Does it?
Punish or not ...
Is the dilemma....
What to do ?

Oh God! Show the way....
I can't see him in pain too...
It pains me to see him hurt...
But, .....................
Dilemma, dilemma......
Somebody tell me what is the right thing to do?
Punish or just let go ....
Let God do justice.

Dilemma, dilemma....
Need to take a decision ...
Either with pity in my heart ...
Or, a stern one to put him behind bars.

Dilemma, dilemma.

Creepy, crawlies ...

Yikes... they were all over my school....
And, the kids just loved them ...
Ants, snails of different shapes and sizes......
Spiders and snakes...
Not to leave out a farmers best friend ... the Earthworm...
Had fun ....
They were spinning webs .... Spiders, silly!....
They were making Ant Hills....
And, the ants were marching around...
After all a Sentinel of India's School...
A family steeped rich in History ...
Right from Panipat....
To the Royal families of Nepal and Rajasthan ...
To Freedom fighters...
To today's defence personnel....
So, back to Creepy, crawlies ....
They infested every nook and corner of the school...
Some of the daring little ones ...
Wanted to have the snails RAW....
Some wanted to roast them ,..
Some watched from a distance ....
But overall...
They were all in awe of the beautiful creatures of nature....
Reveling in the knowledge that....
Insects contribute to the most populated species on Earth.
We keep doing such crazy themes that...
People wonder whether they have put their kids in a preschool ...
Or a University.
Creepy, crawlies over and done with ....
Boxed in their containers ....
Now, time for some more crazy themes.

Ab ke baras Ravana ko jalna hi hoga.....

Jo baat ko samjho toh ...
Raaz ko raaz hi rehne do ..
Ab ke baras..
Ravan ko toh jalna hi hoga....
Yeh mera vaada hai ...
Saath mein uski Lanka bhi jalegi ....
Sab raakh ho jayega ....
Ab ke baras Ravan ko jalna hi hoga.

Daddy Dearest ... A man par excellence

Remembering my Dad ....
An icon of patience and goodness...
Not a word ....
But discipline was his forte.....
Never said No...
But, never said yes ....
But, none the less...
Never stopped...
Just said ....
Follow your heart .... The rest will follow.
That's my Dad ....
The finest Gentleman that ever lived ....
The most handsome guy on Earth ....
The goodness of God within him ...
A philanthropist ....
A man who never sinned ...
But, forgave every mistake ....
Saying, it's a learning experience....
That's my Dad ...
The best in the World...
He still watches over me ...
When I trip ....
He doesn't let me fall ...
He sits in my Doll House ....
Watching me all the time ....
My protector ....
My DAD.....
A man Extraordinaire'.

Am glad he is in Town ....

Great the Kids will finally get to meet their Dad soon,,,
They are hiding the excitement from me ,,,
But I know ,,,
They are excited,

It's been a long long time gone by ....
They have seen other families and fathers,,,,
Soon they will see their own ...
Interact with him ....
AM glad this is happening....
Now, I can rest in peace ,,,
And move on with my life...
Am glad he is in town.

Stranger on the road ....

The saddest thing in the world is when two people, who at one time knew everything about one another, act like strangers.

We need to ...
Lest the world think otherwise...

Ram ki Leela shuru ...

Ramleela shuru ...
Toh Ram ki leela bhi shuru hogi ...
Aur Shyam bansi bajayega....
Ishaaron ko agar samjho ...
Toh raaz ko raaz hi rehne do ....
Aww.....
Went over the head ... didn't it ?
There are certain things ...
You should only let the intellectuals think about....
Lesser mortals ...
Just be part of the crowd please.

Good Morning Sunshine!

A very Good Morning to you ....
O'Ji my Sunshine....
You brighten my day ...
You lighten my burden ....
Every moment spent with you ....
Has been beautiful ...
Hmm.... still remembering every moment ...
Every movement ...
Every action...
Beautiful ...
Then, the dinner...
Followed by the ride home ...
Plans for a new home together ....
Just seems like a dream ...
A beautiful dream ...
If things really fall in place ...
All the puzzles solved....
All the dreams we dreamt together...
Lying in each others arms.
It was heaven on Earth ...
Good morning Sunshine ...
May your day go well....
But, You know what ...
Some people are so jinxed ..
Whatever they set their sight on ...
They ruin it ....
Like one particular person ...
Who always spies (that's how one can term her insecurities)...
On me by reading my posts....
At night ....
Gawd! She is so paranoid...
No way does she understand ...
She is a ghost of the past ...
But, no .. she just wants attention ...
So, will limit my endearments to you...
Lest she feels all the more insecure....
My Sunshine ... We shall meet where she can't spy on us.
Love you Darling! 

Hell or paradise ....

Love can consign us to hell or paradise...
A paradox or a reality ....
No one knows .... yet, we all love ...
Love makes the World a better place to live in ...
Love makes the Earth spin on it's axis ...
Love just happens ...
Kab kissey ho jaye ....
Pata hi nahi chalta....
Buss ho jaata hai ....
Am definitely in love .....
Love is in my soul ....
It makes me breath....
It makes me want to live another moment.
Hell or Paradise ...
I dunno ....
All I know is ....
I LOVE YOU, O' JI sunn rahe ho na ...
Todday binn jee nai lagdaa ab....
Buss din raat toddae khayal aandey hain ...
Buss jiththey dekhti hoon ...
Tonnu hi paati hoon.
I LOVE YOU .... My Punjabi Munda.

Hell or paradise ....
Jiththey le chalo...
am ready to follow you...
One step behind you ....
You take the lead ....
You are the one to take the decisions now....
Am head over heels in love with you ....
Nothing else matters.

Togetherness...

It was a beautiful togetherness...
Some feelings and emotions ...
That I shared with you ....
The moments melted the trauma of the past .....
It was a beautiful togetherness.

This is for you that I am writing ....
This is for you henceforth ...
Today, was worth a lifetime.

I just melted in your arms ....
The lazing around ....
The eyes locking into each other....
The sharing of feelings ....
Nothing can beat this feeling ever ...
The feeling of love ...
A beautiful feeling  lasting in my memory forever.

Thank you for bringing the sunshine back in my life....
You are my Sunshine! O' Ji.

Cloud Burst ....

There has been a sudden cloud burst in the sky ....
Thunder and lightning ....
Reminding one of bygone days ....
When we would just sit out and enjoy the same ...
The electricity would go off...
And, we would tune in our throats to sing ....
With candles lit  and ....
Mom screaming  "Shut Up Guys".....
Those were the days ....
Gay abandon ....
Yet fun .....
Learning experiences ....
Family times ....
Now.....
Everyone busy in their own World ....
Everyone busy in their thoughts....
Cloud burst ....
A cloud has burst ...
Dreams busted ...
Nothing left but memories.

Woh jo bhi tha ...

Woh jo bhi tha ....
Mera apna tha ....
Mere dil ke kareeb tha ...
Mere dil-o-jaan ka raqeeb tha .....
Woh jo bhi tha ...
Mera tha.

Meri har ek saans ka ehsaas tha usey...
Usney meri duniya banayi ...
Aur ujaad bhi di ...
Mere bageechey ka maali ...
Mere bageechey ko ujaad gaya.
Woh jo bhi tha....
Mera raqeeb tha.

Mere seeney mein aaj bhi ....
Usska naam likha hai ...
Woh naam jo kabhi mit nahi sakta ....
Jo usska tha ...
Aaj bhi usska hi hai...
Kisi aur hatheli mein nahi.

Woh jo bhi tha ...
Mera apnaa tha...
Wo jo bhi hai....
Mujhe khabar hai ..
Aaj bhi woh mere kareeb hai ...
Aakhir mera raqeeb jo hai.

Listening to .... songs you played for me ....

Listening to music he played only for me ...
Depending on my mood....
He knew what would suit my emotions ....
At what time ...
He knew me so well.

Why do I still wake up at night....
To hear that knock at the door?
No, It's not right ...

Khuda ke liye......
Untangle me from these chains .....

Tukde mere zakhmon ke .....
Ishq mera ... Dard mera ....
Aa ke ek baar ....
Bataa jaa ... ki Tu hai ...
Kahin door nahin ...
Mein akeli nahin ....
Iss Muheem mein ....
Tanhaiyee mein bhi tu mere saath hai ...
Jo hua ... hona tha ....
Teri ek bhool ki sazaa ...
Jo sabney kaati ...
Ek tu akela natha ...
Humne bhi tera dard sahaa...
Par dikhaaya nahi ...
Par saari duniya ne woh dard ....
Meri aankhon mein dekha.

Teri chaah mein umraa guzar doon ...
Yeh sahi nahi ...
Teri chaah mein zindagi lutaa doon ...
Yeh sahi nahi....
Par tujhe chaahna bhi sahi nahi ...
Ab sahi nahi....
Tu kisi aur ka hai ...
Teri chaah ek gunaah hai ....
Buss....
Aur kuch nahi....
Khudaa ke liye ....
Mujhe bhoolne de unn yaadon ko ....
Mujhe jaaney de kahin aur ....
Dooor..... bahut dooor.

Jagriti - De Di Hamen Azadi..Sabarmati Ke Sant ..... A tribute to my Maa .... Pammi Nanda

SUN LE BAPU YE PAIGAAM.MPG

Muhammad Rafi - Jai Jawan Jai Kisan - Shankar Khan

Muhammad Rafi - Jai Jawan Jai Kisan - Shankar Khan

I like him ....

I like him....
But a far away cold country ....
It's too far to go away ....
Go away.... following a heart on the rebound ....
Am in a dilemma .....
My kind of man ....
Hard nut to crack ...
 But a coconut ....
Soft from within ....
Let's see what I decide...
It's all in my hands ....
My decision ...
I like him ... but....
I am unable to convey ....
To commit is a big decision ....
How can I ?
Just like that ....
No way.

I can't throw away my freedom ...
For anyone anymore....
I like him ....
But, I still need to get over the old story's horror.

Some moments ....

Some moments are hard to erase....
Especially when the bond hasn't broken yet ....
Bonds need to break ....
Bridges need to collapse ...
So that the World goes on for everyone ...
So that I can go away ....
Far away ....
Where even memories can't torment me.

The clipped wings ...
Need to be repaired ...
So, the bird can fly again ...
Soar high ....
Watch the one from above ....
Hover for a moment ...
And then take the long flight .... To faraway land.

Dreams are false hopes...
Destroy them ....
Take their license ....
Make them redundant ....
So that dreams don't hamper my path.

They say, when you are in someone else's dreams...
You remain awake in the night...
Is it true?