Monday, November 12, 2012

God makes sense ...

The word God makes sense ...Not humans....They are senseless beings indulging in senseless acts. We all have our idiosyncrasies but that doesn't mean we apply pressure on others to follow the same. If you are happy you are happy ... if you are sad; keep your moroseness to your own self rather than imposing yourselves on others.

You have moved on ... let the other being be. But, what you owe them ... give it back... else it is a small World and actions speak louder than words. Never take anything from anyone if you don't have the capacity to replenish it when you are gone. It's always a give and take relationship. Every relation is a give and take. If you take, have the shame to return the favour. Else, you ain't a man but .... you know what.... I don't need to elaborate it .. do I?

God makes sense .... the word .. the feeling .... the sentiment .... but not an idol or form. It is the Supreme being .... sort of a light, a glow within everything ... man, machine or animal  and trees.... anything that brings you spiritual happiness.... that helps solve your problems.

It makes sense to acknowledge what an angel has done for you. It makes absolute sense when you are humble and not high and mighty ..... living a lie. 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Maine Rabb ko dekha hai ....

Maine Rabb ko dekha hai ...
Unn nanhi aankhon mein ....
Maine khudaa ko jaana hai ....
Pakad ke unn nahi hatheliyon ko ...
Maine Bhagwan ko paaya hai ...
Jab uss bachchey ko goud mein uthaya hai ....
Angel jisey kehte hain ....
Woh nanhi si jaan .....
Meri zindagi mein aaya hai.
Maine Rabb, Khudaa, Bhagwan ....
Sabko paa liya ....
Mukti mil gayi insaani zazbaaton se....
God particle ....
Jo mere ghar aaya hai.

Rabb jhooth naa bulwaye ....
Unn neeli aankhon mein ....
Samundar ki ghehrayee hai ...
Unn komal haathon mein ....
Saara sansar simat gaya hai....
Mera sansaar ...
Mera ghar ....
Mera sab kuch ....
Uss khudaa ke bheje farishtey ki hatheliyon mein hai.

Woh ek nahi ...
Anek hai.....
Ek toofan hai...
Samundar mein macha ek ufaan hai....
Mere andar ka insaan hai....
Jismey yeh jahan hai.

Maine Rabb ko dekha hai ...
Dekha hai .... Unn ankhon mein.

Absolute Bliss...

Permanent solution ....
Eat well ...
Absolute bliss ....
Kebabs... Biryanis....
You name it and I shall have it ..
On a culinary tasting spree ...
Tastebuds ... leaking with saliva....
Move over Ivan Pavlov ....
All I know is food ... Food delights me.
Tickle my senses ....
Moksha ... Absolute bliss...
That's what life is all about ....
Finding a purpose ...
In winters .... Indulge in tasteful licks ....
Curl up in bed and order what you want ...
You shall get it ...
It's just a call away ....
What? Your food ...
Your ultimate purpose for living ...
And going out and working hard ....
That's what Man works for ...
Oops women too ....
For the two square meals ...
That their hard work can get them.
I work for my Bread, Butter, Sausages, Ham and Salami.
Absolute Bliss.

Dhan Taras....

Dhan Taras! Spello ? ... Nah ....
Dhan Teras .... objectionable expenditure.....
Unnecessary expenditure....
Unsure gifts ....
So...
Ordered Crab Curry and Chicken Biryani ....
Orthodox traditionalists will kill me ...
But, damn .... the Crab curry looked yummy ...
The Dum Biryani SOUNDED yummy ....
Religious sentiments ki aisi ki taisi ....
I want my crab curry.

Mini Gulab Jamuns ... Kesar Shrikhand ....
And, Kesar Motichoor ke laddoo....
What man ! Balls  and lotsa balls ...
What else do you need before a dark night filled with ....
Noise pollution.....
And, the Night air smelling of TNT ....
Hahahaa..... Religious sentiments ki aisi ki taisi.

My wallet is craving money....
Money gone ....
Splurging on food and Men ...
Hahhaha..... My vices.....
My satiation points.
Have money ... have one's whims and fancies ....
Fulfilment to the core.....
Sentiments ki aisi ki taisi.

Dhan Teras ... Ko Dhan Ko Taras insaan ....
Ya toh apni kar ...
Yaa dujey ki maan....
Mein toh apni manungi ...
Tu apni khair manaa.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Today ....

Today ... In a mood ....
To really destroy every yesterday ....
Every yesterday spent with you ....
All out to erase every memory forever ....
Last spurt of action ....
Then no more looking back.

Lies belies the truth ....
Truth you never told ....
Truth unfurled ...
Bleeding heart left behind ....
Full of venom and hatred ....
For the one ...
Who used it for his own selfish reasons ...
Reasons known to him only.

Today in a mood to really really ....
Destroy him ...
Wipe him and his memories from the face of Earth ...
Pests of the society ....
Leading a false life ...
And, leading people on.

Today ... annihilate the roaches of the society ...
Today .... crush them all ...
Mince the meat in them ...
Squeeze them dry ...
For today ... suddenly the anger has erupted again ...
Just like that....
Today .... it's time to take the final action.

Friday, November 9, 2012

New Friend ...

Found a new friend ...
In a distant land ....
Good friend ....
And, reliable too ...
A bit moody and headstrong ...
But full of family values.

We started off as enemies and today...
Ended up as pals ...
Earlier days you would have termed it as pen pals...
Now, twitter pals.

Found this new friend via a friend lost in transit ....
Somewhere something just didn't click ...
And, I unfollowed him.

A hollow element ...
Animosity ....
It leads to unwarranted for adversity....
Uncalled for comments...
But, we are but human....
We all have our idiosyncrasies....
Our egos to satisfy.

But, am glad I found my new friend ...
Hugs and wishes to him ....
Of good health ....
He gets his bouts of anger I used to get ....
Hope he can overcome this evil too.

This is for my rotten friend ...
My friend for life....
A friend indeed...
With no false ego ....
Just a plain Indian heart ....
A sweet, tender heart.
My friend ... My Guru.

Mystery ....

He was a mystery ....
The mystery man ...
The man who came flamboyantly ....
And, changed the course of my life .......
He led me to the brink of my extinction ...
Why? Why did he do this to me?
A mystery .... that puzzles me.

The talks .... the walks ...
The rides ....
All a farce?
Or, was it real or surreal reality?
A mystery to be solved.

My eyes search him in the crowd....
I see him in every being ...
Watching me ....
Marking every move I make ...
Remaining in the shadows ...
He stalks me ....
The Mystery puzzles me ....
So do the mysterious circumstances.

It can't be a mistake ....
Such a grave mistake to make ...
Mystery abounds in the wake of the revelation ....
Something amiss ...
A missing link ...
Something gone wrong somewhere ....
Something gone awry....
A mystery.

He said somethings....
She said somethings ...
Their individual claims don't match ...
Nothing seems real ...
As though ...
He is being blackmailed....
A mystery it is indeed.

This silence from her is a mystery too....
Something suspicious here ...
Hope all's well in her World ...
For that is why I left it behind ....
It was her World not mine....
Heart, soul and mind.
A mystery if you don't mind.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Mera Saaya ...

Mera saaya .... bahut saath nibhaaya ...
Aaj waqt aaya ...
Toh bhi dat ke khadaa raha mere saath .... mera saaya...
Woh kehta kuch nahin ...
Woh sirf dekhta hai....
Woh bolta kuch nahi ...
Woh sirf sab raaz kholta hai.....
Kabhi hota hai saamney ...
Toh kabhi peechey ...
Kabhi seedhey neechey ....
Par mujhse dooor nahin ...
Mera saaya ...
Mera Humsaaya....
Mera humsafar ...
Mere suffering ka ek hissa ....
Mere jeevan ka ek aham mudda hai....
Mera humsafar .... mera humsaaya.