Zahir

Am reading Zahir .........

well gotta go abhi thoda kaam hai phir likhta hoon .............

My Birthday People

hi all ........... it is my birthday today .........

m already having a blst started in d nite .............. had a party in the hostel ........... mast surprise got a cake .............. nd njoyed wid every body

sab ke sab saath main gappe marte rahe .......... khate peete rahe ...........

still when i write this post ............ i have cake in my hairs............. nd all the sweet memories .........

its so nice on this one day of the year .............

was special ................ more so wid so many people calling nd wishin .........

chalo still the whole day ahead to go ............ aaj ke din masti karne ka ghoomne phirne ka aur kaam nahin karne ka .............

Back Again for here I can speak my mind !!

Alas, I am back again
Writing when I don't want to write
Reading when I don't want to
Listening what my ears don't want

How bad it is,
A life without aim,
without a reson worth enough,
worth enough to fire you within

How bad it is when you are all alone
Sitting in the lab
Scribbling a Blog
When a thesis report is what shall be written

Whom to blame
Blame it on the system
But who makes the system
Does that matters

Whoever makes the system
Student will suffer
For he will have to read what he despise
Write reports when he want to see movies

But then this is life
Life I am going to miss
For when else I can sit
Mending my ends

Mending my ends at 2 in night
Stretching my limits
Of time, Of Mind
For all the work to be done

Alas, here I am again
Writing reports,
Giving presentations,
Taking stands

While world is at large
People are without food
Much has to be done
But then, Who knows !

Who knows, how much I can do
Easiest thing in life is to speak
But then
"It's easier said than done"

Lets see how much I am able to do
What I think
What I dream
What I aspire ...........

so people once again on the blog ......... writing it at the expense of the precious 30 minutes that should have been utilised for writing thesis ......... but then there is the whole night with me .....

I wonder once out of the college I am really going to miss these overnight stints int the labs ...... but then there are better things to miss ...........

neways let me go back to my thesis ........

Ever Compared a Drunkard with Rose

Soaker

A gaol of loneliness,
The value of togetherness,
For those who never honoured
Each, even with a tip of hat.

They join hands,
Determine and deliberate,
When that beautiful treasure,
Rose is plucked.

Oh! The expression is astute,
Pink of health withered,
And face turned pale white
Ah! It’s the petals next.

That Sucker draped in Black,
No, not the honey bee
But that Intruder
Delved in vascular! Alas!

Symbol of life, happiness
Is charring in Day
Oh! Drooping so low,
Brown leaves gone at last.

I am sweating
He is thirsty
Gosh! The cusp broken
Water already gone a few sand-watches back

Process was true, immortal
As though the metamorphosis
Metamorphosis of Aryan to Soaker,
Soaker to withered beauty.

Ah! Now I gather
Soaker is a Rose stem.

One more from the collection

191/64/193 ‘Birth of Death’

Busy! Busy!
Murmured the whole room;
Moaned the old angel.

Now I am there just beside you;
No business! I will be there throughout;
Don’t look me through thy eyes,
Eyes that have turned stone,
Eyes that have become still and lifeless;
I know you want to talk to me,
But dare not to do so!
You have talked to me of the heights of sky,
Now its my chance.

Who knew that, that strong being would sublime one day,
What a folly it is!
A person who never lost her will,
A person who faced every difficulty,
with cup of life filled up to the brim,
the person who saw her daughter turn to dust,
being carried away against her will.

But I was happy to be there till the end,
The very end of my Grandma’s life.

“You rascal, bought a gift for your mother and not for me”;
I promised to bring her one;
And fulfilled it though she was senseless to feel its grace.
She went to heaven draped in a saree,
Saree, I bought, from my money, my very own money.

She looked as though a motherly figure,
an angel draped in white.
And she was ultimately burnt, in the broad day light.
How strong she was to bear the heat;
heat of love, heat of separation.

And yet another chapter closed down in the corporation-
“Saraswati Devi, w/o Late Shri Om Dutt Sharma dead”.
Registration number 191/64/193.

See I could write like this too !!

Birthdate

“Nay, not to you Punster”-

And she disavowed to tell me the Day,

whom she adorned with her sweet being come into existence;

whom she with feeble feet stepped life into;

whom she with wild eyes gave greenery and colour;

whom she, with golden hairs and Power of Creation,

draped in love;

Yet, He was unknown to me, her Birthdate.

Hey thee, sublime thy thoughts,

Thee stare, thee aspire, yet don’t talk;

Thee sickle thy dissentinent.

I was sickle for being festive;

Alas! I don’t want to be a weeping philosopher;

Nor do I want to be cool my heart with groans,

Or to be a flamboyant assert;

Why keep thy face as pale and white as marble?

Why keep thy expressions as grave and deep as Ocean?

Why keep thy heart as hard and tyrannical as stone,

and words as sharp as sword?

Why not sublime thy ardors,

Why the whole Earth be grey? I am enow for it-

I wan animadverted upon as a Punster,

For I make everyone live;

Live to the utmost lees of their life;

Was the act intentional or a joke on a Joker,

I am unaware of,

But, unknowingly knowingly,

It did hurt this Joker;

It seems as if I have started loving her!

Tried ..... lets see is it worth it !

Companion

“No”, a pinching arrow was shot from her mouth,

like a bow separated with two lips;

I don’t know what I did;

I don’t know, what she concluded;

I don’t know what happened to that golden-haired,

blue-eyed companion;

She hit me with flints;

On my back, on my Face-

He was slapped with words and abuses;

And then something strange happened,

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS…………. and came a slap,

which brought me back to Earth.

And there, in front of my door was standing-

The beloved companion of mine,

astounded on my facial expressions, my Goat.

She gave me an aspiring look and neighed for my company;

And I, an obedient lover, went straight to her;

I will always give her company-

When the Sun is young, when the moon is old;

When there is draught, when there is spring;

When there is desperation, when there is satisfaction;

For that moaning creature,

Is a symbol of golden silence to me –

A blabber – mouthed person.

Major Aila Re !!

aisa kyun hota hai baar baar
major aate hai har baar

jaane kab se hai mujhko intezaar
major ho finally khatam mere yaar

dhoondhta hoo main kabhi
life bina EXAMS ki

lekin milta hai har ek baar
Ek NAYA challenge mere yaar

life hai ek MAJOR mere yaar
Preparations kar lo sab saath saath

Its so boring and monotonous to be having examinations for all those subjects you never relished, you never wanted. Anyways blame it on the system we have to give it. I just thought what if the system didn't have exams in it.........

BAAP RE!!!! main to kabhi padhta hi nahin

abhi exams main itna lathargic hoon ......... agar nahin ho then to ho jaye kalyan

neways i am starting with my majors tommorow. 10th Dec tak ragdenge ..........

so all keep studying ........... njoy..... cheers and GUD LUCK