Tuesday 31 March 2009

Happy anniversary, my dear Haroon

Its jiggling, jiggling everywhere........
Coz i'm lil drunk......
Does'nt matter cause it is COBRA the true indian brew made.....
So friends this is something real not a prewritten one...
And i don't care about the grammer like ''annamma'' (a good girl) said.
And never matters if Aslam screwed his curse on me, cause he is my best friend
And if Kannan questioned my legacy, coz after all he's a part of my lyf...
Iwill smile if Ejas-my pal ask me to die coz of this COBRA...
And i am a lil sad
For my good parents and my lovly brother who lights up my way...
And for princettan, who just get his way out from london days...
And for my dear arun chettan who spends all his day on the same bored hospital bed, losing his Heart some where..................
But for this day is just to say cheers..........
Cheers to my haroon and ..........
Coz this day is theirs......
And I'll never care whether it a COBRA, JD or ANY f**king hot brand
Coz i juz want to smile, forgetting all my sorrows and irony,
So that I can say cheers ,
And a happy anniversary to my dear haroon and for his love.......

Friday 27 March 2009

Just an INNOcent SMile...............


T'was in the middle of a long tube journey......
Quite desp'd and frustuating....
But i keep on, cause there's no other way to get it off.....
The mind, quite blogged and disturbed as usual
With the same cycles of mechanical life...
It starts on thinking from last week 
When i got the dad's call and a collection of homly sickness and burdens.. ,
The hectic mountains of assignments my lecturer had given for coming week,
The bashing scolds of manager in work place,
Those repeating calls from the same bald and old bank manager,
And quite unwanted agency calls from the unknowns....
'Oh my God' i repent my self....
For having this burdened life......
I cursed my self for my birth.....
This feeling of whole world in my head, which i can't bare up with
I sweared agian and again, but no one to listen my words....
And so i stopped, as a self control...
Then i saw him in the corner of my emptied train
He was in buggy of white and black spots
Fairly black with curled hair...
But his milky tooth seems to be lil' white pearls
And eyes as two large circles with blue diamond inside the white.
His calm face seems to be full moon...
And there, he gave me a smile, 
Which felt like a cool breeze inside the desert...
I felt like losing my weight...
And losing my self in that breeze.....
My heart slowly get its lil wings ...i see its its flying from me....
And here comes the station for him
He' there to step out in his buggy wid his mom....
He gave me a hand and his lil fingers tickled me...
My lips got a smile then...
I said- 'bye'
There i said - what a wonderful life........
Thank my god for my birth.......
Everything  changed of his smile....
That lil white innocent smile...

Tuesday 24 March 2009

what my soul said.......................


It was the fourth hour of same monotonous lecture
On the fourth bench of class room my body laid as if t'was dead.
I can feel my soul trying to get his way out-
And so i let it do what it loved...
My mind change to a classroom where my soul was my teacher.
I asked him a lot as if i am searching my life.
But he seemed  to quiet....
Then i feel the drop of tear from my eyes.
I saw my soul gettting a pair of goldenwings, 
He then hold my hands and fly to another land of my lyf....
I saw a child in a big play ground which seemed to be sea of green..
He there plays wid a tickling laugh in his little lips.......
'Oh my God' - i wondered when i found it was me once in my childhood.
Soon there comes a cloud of darkness..
There i can here the houls and screams..........
Nothing but the destruction of lyf...
I looked agian......
'Alas' t'was a hospital labour room.
And he was a lil one of fourty days old.....
His face was clear wid two lil black drops of eyes
His hands are holded as if t'was pleading..
And lips was closed after its last breath.
All his fate ends there cause nobody want to take care him......
Cause he's made from the unfair affairs.....
'WHY' - i  screamed to my soul.........
He'was wordless as did before..
But then speaked out-
' My mate- t'was not you and t'was not your fortune for you are the blessed in world'.
'Think what you have and forget what you don't have'.
And there my soul went back to me.
I heard the rain and opened my eyes.
I found i was alone in the room.
It took my bag and rushed on.
The sun is about to set and the earth seemed to be pleasent 
The tale of freshness..., i felt it.
But that words are there for ever;-
My mate think wat u have n forget wat u don't have...................