Feeling Blue....

I am feeling blue,

But, I am colourblind,

I am feeling blue, 

But, I am on a freaky ride.

Violet Seemed Blue...Ahhhh!!!!

The girl in the blue,

Can make your eyes glued,

Without giving a single clue,

Can drive away your blues.

The beauty of a girl, 

Is not in the clothes she wear, 

Nor the way she combs her hair.

But it is in the eyes,that cares.

Walking under the crescent moonlight,

Came as a source of utmost delight,

Incessant talks jumbled with sour throat

Chocolaty hands fighting over hunderd rupee note. :)

Girl,Even if our paths seem far away,

Our friendship will be right here to stay,

Until we both are gone singing a farewell song

The road between us will never be too long.

Girl, Cheers...

A girl that haunts,

Makes people daunt,

Smiles like the sea,

Can bite u like a bee.

 

The massacre of jallianwala,

Reminds me of, Miss Raniwala,

That incident scares,

Miss Raniwala pares but cares.

when it comes to frienship,

There is nothis called Hardhip

She is a prized friend

In the midst of fake trends..

NO OFFENCES MADE...:)

Lets Walk.....

Sometimes, I am an angel,

Sometimes, I am cruel,

But, when i am in love, 

I am Always a fool.

Like nightingales,

I too can sing,

And, in my world,

I am the KING.

So walk with me,

And share my dream, 

Don't ever regret,

Lets retreat.

Difference between "Me" and You..

I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments. I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then a whoosh, and I'm gone... and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me ever..

What about you??

When others demand that you become the people they want you to be, they force you to destroy the person you really are. It's a subtle kind of murder. The most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces and you allow them without any indisposition...

A Piece Of Advice;  WAKE UP..

Adios...

I am packing my bags,

As i am ready to go,

I am faking my thoughts,

As i am ready to go.

Some moments, i shared,

When i got tired,

Some torments i dared,

When i got mired.

Now, its time to go,

But i wont mop and mow,

I am packing my bags, 

As i am ready to go.

When the sun embarks,

And rules the dark,

Mercury increases,

Hydrophobia decreases.

May Jesus fulfill all your wishes...Amen!!!

Treat to Retreat...

Sometimes,I don't know,

What is right and wrong,

As i don't believe,

In a bunch of throng.

I love walking with someone,

I love talking to someone,

I don't want to name,

I don't want to claim.

Walking on the streets,

Is always a treat,

sometimes, i retreat,

My treacherous heartbeats.

She will be in my prayers,

An act, so rare,

She will be an eternal part,

Right in my heart.

Moments...

Sometimes life changes,

As love and care plunges,

Someone becomes special,

As the eternal bliss travels.

I find it hard to describe,

This thing that we share,

Especially when there's nothing else,

That could ever compare.

As I sit across the table from you, 

Breathing the aura of your life, 

Who would have known of a friendship so strong 

That would surpass the eternity of this throng.

You look at me with trust and understanding,

And your eyes seem brighter,

Than all the stars in the heavens,

Than all the wars in the havens.

We will be best of friends,

so, lets set the trend,

Of love affection and care,

That only special ones can share.

Hidden Side..

Describing myself is not a problem,

But You wont understand it,thats the problem,

A dark world inside me, full of secrets,

Which you can enter but never exit free.

Whatever i feel is always inside me,

And thats why it's not easy to feel free,

When people say, they know me fully,

In an unknowingly manner, they bully.

You can know me, If you want to,

But you will loose yourself if you try to,

You can trust on me, but i wont trust you

You can laugh on me, but i wont laugh with you

The look you see is seeming free,

But you dont know, 'I' am still surviving in me.

Destiny and Doom..

Is she close to me, or i am close to her?

I don’t understand, how close are we,

She tells me everything whatever she feels,

She tells me all what happened from morning till meals.

Whether happy or sad, all she shares,

And can’t even describe, how much she cares,

When I am hyper,nothing she says,

But frankly she tells whatever she hates.

She can not tolerate when I am in pain,

She tries to make me smile but all goes in vain,

I speak and speak and she tolerates,

For everything I say,she just waits.

She always tries to hide whenever she is hurt,

And she always consoles me being cert ..

I met her, that's just fate….

And today, she is my best mate.

We lost each other,

That was fate,

Now, Things are fine,

And we are best of mates..

Nocturnal Pain..

In the darkness of the night,

When everyone sleeps.

My heart weeps,

As the loneliness creeps.

When, everyone dreams,

I am wide awake,

Thinking of the love and losses,

The pain and the painful gains.

People think, i am crazy,

world thinks, i am weird,

I need to be pushed,

To be happy and cheered.

Even though i smile,

I know, how much i hide

My people hate me,

My world hates me.

Sometimes, i hate the world

But many a times,

I hate myself

I bate myself.

i write bcs i think...

I have many friends, who prize their own true feelings and thoughts swirling within (honestly, not every one dares to do so!), and when they listen the cadency of their rhythmic heart-beats, then be it grief or gaiety, poems dance before them and at times when they pick few words from there, people treasure them as a masterpiece. This is what inspires me to think and write. When i write, my fingers sing and my heart writes.

Then, there is yet another class of friends (well, am virtually classifying them, just to put my thoughts) who never misprize others feelings, give values to mankind and even without the need of putting any extra thought they scribble on paper to make smile everyone and people say, "Wow! a new poem." :-). This is what inspires me to make other's heart dance on the tune, played by my thinking.

I write because i think, i write because i have the right..

Rootage...

Walking on the lonely Streets,

People staring like, beasts,

For some, It was a big feast,

But for me, Bliss, that i heist.

Smooch..

An intense desire to feel the warmth and heat of an (un)satisfied soul by exploring the fleshy folds..

Indian Democracy...

Indian Democracy,

Lying on the chunk of hypocracy,

Fake faces, Lame excuses,

Funny thinking, Soul Sinking.

Forced values, Forced rules,

Empty mind- A meaningful find,

Drowsy eyes, uttering lies

Independent nation, dependent masons.

Underworld and Bollywood....

Mumbai- "The city of golden dreams". Anyone, who is famous here, lives under the shadow of the "Underworld". Underworld includes; Mafias, shooters and smugglers. Underworld and Dreamworld- in reality they are reflections of each other.Some of this has to do with the nature of film financing. Most Bollywood productions do not get bank loans, they are funded privately. The banks do not understand or trust bollywood because banks are driven by logics not by  emotions and sentiments. The time between the investment and the return can be years if the film does not do well. Who would have the big amount of cash lying around? Only the underworld. The underworld is very happy to see the black money turn into technicolour dreams. Film makers sell dreams which are financed by the underworld and are lived by the millions.

There is a husband wife relationship between Bollywood and Underworld. They cant leave each other, they cant love each other for a long period of time. Divya Bharti lost her life striking a balance between the silverscreen and the underworld.The underworld has an advantage when it comes to casting.There preferred way of doing business is to take an unknown director and a producer with a couple of B films to their credit and then they look for a leading star of the moment. This whole process is based on authority and autocracy, primary functions of Underworld.

Underworld showers money, cannabis and girls to their favourite stars and in return controls their life and their organization. Every star who exists in Bollywood lives under the dark shadow of the Mafias and the underworld. The fundamental rule of bollowood is to sell yourself either to the underworld or to the directors in order to survive and get work. There is a curious symbiosis between the underworld and the movies. Hindi film makers are fascinated by the lives of the gangsters and draw upon them for material.Underworld delights on the power over the industry's biggest names.

Mumbai is famous for the underworld and the Bollywood. People say that Mumbai's economic livlihood is dependent on movie business as 2 million people are engaged in this showbiz. It is the best city in India in terms of living. The hindi film industry does not have any other option. It is no accident that the hindi film industry is based in marathi dominated Mumbai rather than hindi dominated Delhi because film is not about language. It is a dream of the masses and Mumbai is a mass dream of the people of India.

There is an eternal relationship amongst underworld, bollywood, drugs and sex.Mumbai is the city of dreams but in order to fulfill the dreams, one needs to understand the impact of underworld on Mumabi, socially, politically and economically.