Pensive! Am I?

my eyes ends up conveying what my tongue fails to,

my ears never get to hear what I always want to,

my legs doesn't get to sprint as my bum holds it back,

my hands doesn't get to work as my fate doesn't let it to,

my skin doesn't get to feel as time made it callous,

my mind ends up thinking what my heart would never relate to,

my world is in my mind, but my mind is all over the place.

A Pair of Eyes!

have you seen a pair of eyes;

that opens a door to another world,

that sends this world hid beneath itself,

that effects another big bang.

is that the pair of eyes;

which makes a warrior drop his sword,

which makes a king accept his defeat,

which makes a leader fall on his face.

or is it the pair of eyes;

that makes a lion eat grass,

that makes a tiger feel for its prey,

that holds the world guilty for its deeds.

nah, nah, its the pair of eyes;

that conveys the joy of a pregnant mother,

that conveys the sorrow of a lost love,

that conveys the proudness of a newborn's father.

well, it is the eyes;

that's as innocent as a baby,

that's as powerful as a samurai,

that's as deadly as fat man,

eyes that makes every love attainable

eyes that makes you believe in yourself

eyes that know no sorrow

eyes that know all happiness

eyes that believes only truth

eyes that know no lies

eyes that speak in volumes

eyes that makes me sweat in cold

eyes that makes me shiver under sun

eyes that makes me cry for another look

is that the eyes that's in front of mine, the one of my love!

is that the eyes of you my love!

The life is what it is!!!!!!

Wind in my hair, sand under my feet,

Ocean to shine, sun to scorch,

Mind that's free, heart that's light,

That’s all I need and that’s all I need!

Caffeinated nostrils, suntanned skin,

Sky so blue, palms so tall,

Mind that’s open, heart that’s accepting,

That’s all I need and that’s all I need!

Limbs that are strong, arms that are solid,

Body so sound, soul so pure,

Mind that thinks, heart that beats

That’s all I need and that’s all I need!

Joy in my eyes, a hand in my hand,

Days so fast, nights so quiet,

Mind that’s fresh, heart that’s mighty,

That’s all I need and that’s all I need!

Life that’s a beauty, a girl too naughty,

World at my feet, stars above my head,

My mind at work, my heart at peace,

The moon at my reach, the life is what it is.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any other work is purely coincidental.

PS: You must adjust with the amateurish writing. :)

Outsiders Row!

Maharashtra Navnirman Sena is the latest offering from Shiv Sena's Stable. Shiv Sena with their moral policing has reached great heights. When the architect gets old, the architecture doesn't or may be is does sometimes. Here the architecture is intact with a new architect in Raj (Should I include the complete name?). Thanks to Raj for supporting the cause of Maharashtrians in Mumbai. Mumbai, they say is India's financial center and not Maharashtra's! or Is there any ambiguity in that very fact? When you want gold from the rest of the country, you get garbage as well with it. Its kinda quite an irony for me to listen to all this uproar. The city has reached greater heights with its people as its stepping stones and when it is f***ing tall, you say you wanna disregard the ladder's rungs alone. Mind you, you will fall one day. You want the highest investment outlay from GOI for every f***ing financial year , you want all the public sector entities to set up shop there, you want every industry from every field to set up shop there, you want the entire country's economy dependent on you, you want it to be India's Los Angeles, New York and Nairobi put together and you wouldn't mind if its called India's London or Moscow or Hong kong or Dubai by mistake, you wouldn't care if its branded polluted, populated and rickety but you only care to call the people outsiders. That shows your greatness, completely. You ask for everything because of the quantity you have and not quality. Mind it. People created opportunities and people gain from opportunities. People created cities and the f***ing cities never created people, or did you say it did? Let me tell you what, if you want Mumbai to be India's financial center then Mumbai belongs to India and if you doesn't want that, then get your ass off from that pole position. There are others waiting impatiently.

Just for the sake of gaining political mileage, people end up doing crap. May be that is a serious, important and menacing crap, but it's crap after all!!!

pretty strange world out there. Is it?

Its a pretty strange world we are in or may be its me who is strange in this not so strange world. This question strikes me every time I come across any bloody f***ing issue. Take this for instance. I was thinking of going behind a girl and by the time I decided to go, I realized that there are a score of others already there! Somehow, I joined the club, may be not so conspicuous but a little too careful. By the time I reached a little closer, I came to know that she is going behind someone else! That was quite an issue for me to digest. Well, I did digest that. (What else you want me to do being a f***ing image conscious kid) By the time, I digested that, I figured out that there are many more girls behind that guy. That sounded like an oasis for me. May be there was some water in there. So , I never lost my track and was always on my toes but a little away I stood and was just watching things from a distance. By the time I was watching, I came to know that the guy was behind many other girls. well! well! well! Do you still want me to continue the story. I stopped going behind the girl and started thinking. Are the entire world into this game with me being one of the left out kid? Am I in a bigger pie or a smaller pie? I probably prefer myself in the smaller pie and I am almost convinced that I am in the same. You know why, its because I never went behind that girl or to be more precise, I never explored the issue as such. I concluded that the world is completely normal and I am so f***ing strange. Yes, I am and I am not complaining. But it is so funny to be strange. Yes, it is for others. Did I say its for me. Nah nah nah..for others. What if it is, I am strange and I am f***ing happy. A little at least. :D

An Elegy- better late than never

You talk with someone whom you know but not really very much but still you know. You also know that that someone knows you but not at what length or depth. Both of us know each other from childhood but the friendship remains at the same level. Nobody ever tried to reach out but for one day when that someone did that and I never followed suit. I was wary of it, I would say. But then, you know I was like , alright, you are not gonna lose anything, its gonna be friendship after all. I just followed my instincts. I followed suit and kept talkin with that someone and you find that that someone is more like you and you never know if that someone pretends or really is because you just talk and do not see. You talk like you talk to everyone else and that someone laps it up and you think that someone is not so open but so good to you. You feel your friendship with that someone is getting thicker but that someone puts you in a bigger volume eventually reducing the thickness. But you never knew this. One day that someone suddenly disappears, out of this world she goes. Oops, I blurted out the gender! She's gone for things that she didn't get in this world, forgetting things that she got here. She's gone in search of bliss. She's gone forever. There was no god's play in that or may be there was. May be for me she was a friend, a good one, for her I do not know where I stand because she never shared anything of sorts that I did. May be she was pretty confused, may be I was her outlet for joy, or may be it is otherwise, may be she is onna of a kind, a rare breed though. Onna of a kind. She made me think! She made me think about what others think. Really she did.

For you Divya. God bless this world and worldly affairs.

A box of chocolates!

Life is box of chocolates. You never know which one you gonna get. Every time I try to pick one, I pick something different. Somethings are sweet whereas the others are sour or may be bitter but they are chocolates after all. Its a mix of joy and sorrow. I am served with all the ingredients all the time. None of it has been exceeding the other. A minute of joy brings a minute of sorrow!

To celebrate joy is life or to accept sorrow is life? or is it both? You never get time to do both. By the time you start celebrating your joy you end up in sorrow or the vice versa. None of them is eternal.

Joy or sorrow depends on the way we look at it. Its just being optimistic or pessimistic, that makes the difference. Walk ahead and cherish anything that lies behind.

Its easy to preach but difficult to practice. I have been trying to practice but not more than trying!!