Sep 27, 2012

I will be there....I still think...

It never wandered around,
I never thought a lot about,
It went and passed by,
U were there and are always,

“I will be there at that moment always,
I still think about that always…..”

You keeping up with all life wanted,
You there to stay for what I admired,
You always standing tall for what “WE” desired,
You there to hold me strong,

“I will be there at that moment always,
I still think about that always…..”

The small things you did,
The small things that made me live,
The false lies you made me regret,
The love you made me forget,
The life you gave me saying that,

“I will be there at that moment always,
I still think about that always….”

The reasons you gave me,
One I am still looking for,
The hurts unbearable as they still are,
One you remind me as much as it can,
I will search all, till you are there to say

“I will be there at that moment always,
I still think about that always….”

(PS: Still listening to the SRK poem in JAB TAK HAI JAAN)

Sep 6, 2012

For YOU!!!

Spent, Felt, Cried, Loved, and Lost,
You are the one whom I feel and believe, of them ALL!

Died, Deprived, Craved, Begged, and Gained,
You are the one  who is priceless, of them ALL!

Killed, Cheated, Revolted, Lied, and Boasted,
You are the one who got the simplicity, of them ALL!

Drugged, Dosed, Conked, and Swooned.
You are the best sight, of them ALL!

Discovered, Possessed, Caught, and Captured,
You are the best I have, of them ALL!!

Sep 5, 2012


Once upon a time, in a distant SCREW-YOU LAND,
Lived a singer, with his SCREW-YOU BAND.
He danced and roamed from street to street,
Shouting aloud, and calling it a melodic treat.

Everyone in the land, and some on his own bandstand,
Were aware, that his music was laid and bland!
No ears did he give to the townsmen,
Neither did he react to what his mates had to say,
He continued singing his songs, to everyone, whatsoever it may!

And then came one day,
When the town heard the SCREWER of the SCREW- YOU LAND proclaim:

“You make one more song, darn you, the SCREW-SINGER,
  You lose your tongue, darn you, the SCREW-SINGER!”

The SCREW-LANDERS did sympathize,
But underneath, they had a reason to rejoice,
They were hopeful that now, the singer had no other choice!

Long takes to prosper, and longer turns to reign,
The SCREW-SINGER had one last song to make,
All heard as he sang along,
Without a fear to lose his songs:

“Oh, you SCREWER, of the SCREW-YOU LAND,
  Do chop off my tongue, if you feel my music is so screwed up bland.
  Do remind me what remains for me,
  I know nothing, but the songs I sing,
  The songs, which are my only abbey!
  Oh, you SCREWER, of the SCREW-YOU LAND,
  Can a man live after losing his gland?”

Everyone heard, and everyone saw,
How the SCREWER stuck to his law!

A slash of the sword, and blood everywhere,
The singer lost his soul in the petite affair!

No one screamed, and none did shed any tears,
As the SCREW-SINGER’s shrills fainted, without any sears.

Death ends as much as it revives,
Nothing more can now be heard on SCREW-LAND,
More than the SCREW-SINGER's advice!

As all the younkers rise, and sing along,

“Tell me oh SCREWER of the SCREW-YOU LAND,
 Can a man live after losing his gland?”

PS:  Never deprive someone of the right to feel the soul inside!


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