The Midnight Owls

The bar shut its door's
We are high, so high that we hit the ground
mediocrity will astound
and performers debate

what is going to be our fate?

Oops Monday Office RD in & i am already late

Same old questions gonna haunt you mate!

Have you logged in 6 A/c yet?

And if you’re a fan of Mr. Safari,

There is no reason to worry!

Only sufferer will be the beholder

As sun sets

You Pal will be a beer-holder

Pop-corns will fly from up above in your mug!

Hi-tech music without earplugs

We get ready for another day,

With hangover to stay

Pipelines,Log-in's & meetings sound like

Bumble bees buzzing there way

humming, hissing, whispering all the way

if you are a Trainee

I am sure your head by now must be a macaroni,

But if you are a seasoned campaigner

you can prolong the date,

but the race never ends

pressure & targets mount

Shit! all my lustrous blacks have turned grey

now i don't keep a count

Gunning for Scalps,

Milking the clients,

squeezing the bucks,

the race never ends,

aspirations grow

they control my behavior

suddenly the next designation

is my only destination

i live from appraisal to appraisal

oh i so much wanna jump out of this treadmill

Its too fast & if i jump i fear i would be injured

fear dominates me i wanna break free i wanna break free

What do i do suggest me Mr. Safari...?

PS: Inspired by Dave Holloway's work, in fact first few lines i have taken from his " LOST"...

Very few outsiders will understand & correlate with people like RD, Mr. Safari & many things of oyr boring Mundae Office lives!

Your Partners Best friend.& Your Worst Nightmare!...

            

Before I scribble & write stories, let me tell you I am a peace loving, cold blooded, warm hearted beast( this name is a gift from my girlfriend’s best friend).

She is always that itch, which on scratching turns the skin red, staying with her is like sucking air inside the mouth & exposing it to the cavity, you know it will give you a bad ache still you can’t help sucking the dam air in. Now many of you might feel I am being a hypocrite, I start this piece by saying I am cold blooded, but I have used some adjectives  to decorate my 'Girlfriend’s best friend' 's character which might on surface showcase I am short tempered. But I am not targeting a specific person, it’s only a designation given by your girl/boy (These character have been detected in both the sexes)

They are a different breed they always feel as if you are acquiring a controlling stake in their best friend, which they had acquired in a creeping manner, they still have the urge to manipulate mind of their best friend, and showcase her/him  the plethora of options she/he is missing on. You might feel that I am an insecure person, trying to live in shadow of fear, I am not… actually you are never really concerned about actions of your gf/bf’s best friend… you are mad with the poke-dokie it plays with your time & eats into those healthy , romantic & sweet dates.

One thing I have seen the best friend always has series of failed relationships, for which they tend to blame the entire male/female community. Invariably they are single when you are seeing their best friend & when eventually you break up with your girl or a boy sprouts of love, green shoot’s of romance suddenly emerged in there wretched love lives, & they come to you to thank you to say, “ Thanks you taught me the meaning of Love”, & you feel Thank You… but No THANK YOU!..... And on surface what you do is just pass a smile!...

Haunting Xperience in Paradise called Kashmir

Was really excited to visit heaven on earth, Jannat, Paradise… Kashmir, & as they say real Europe is not what you see out of the glass window of your Euro-rail but it’s the country side with winding roads, journey made on a gearless scooter. So I wanted to see the real Kashmir & not the Cash-Mir we all know.

We all were young wild & free, adventurous & obviously our folks thought our Journey ends in Himachal, but our journey began from there, we were these fearless birds who wanted to explore the paradise on earth, Kashmir irrespective of an obvious fear of being attacked, kidnapped or even  killed by terror groups.

I am an outsider here, we decided to play safe & start up from Shrinagar, timing of our visit could not have been perfect it was evening of 13’th August & there was high degree of security alert & calmness, all we could see was army men & military vehicles, but we had a traumatic experience before this serene feeling, which we somehow survived. On our way to Shrinagar we hired a cab, hilly areas can seriously fire your belly from time to time, we stopped our Van at Dhabba (A local Indian Restaurant), again suggested by the driver hired by us, ‘Sharmaji’, Kashmiri Pandit, tall ,young, good looking smart chap, if groomed properly had the potential to beat the broad daylight out of Gladrags contestants. Oh we had a hearty lunch, there is something about this region, I don’t know if it’s the food served is sweet or hunger is insatiable, but you always tend to eat more than you normally would. After a satisfying lunch & Lassi we drove away, we were all full & drowsy & all wanted a good nap before our next destination, but Nilesh sprung up, “ Oh Shitt I forgot my sack at the Dhabba”, to which Sharmaji replied “ Shaab ussme kuch agar mehnga nahi hoga to rehne dijiye, wapas janna risky hai”   ( If the sack has no valuables, its worthless & risky turning back), to which Nilesh replied “Shitt! Man, I had a LoveU Tshirt gifted by my girl, my camcorder & digi cam in it!, dude I am screwed!, she will kill me!”, after this incident I have hated Priyanka to gift this idot that LoveU T-Shirt. Moreover we really were more concerned about images of our exploits rather than Nilesh’s death, as he was already dead dating that female.

We all convinced Sharmaji to take a U turn, he reluctantly steered vehicle back to ground zero, we reached the place, we searched for the sack, suddenly a small Kashmiri boy came running towards us, these kids are blessed with everything, fair  Russian complexion, sharp features, innocent little blue eyes, a Kashmiri Hindi which is very hard to decipher. The boy had Nilesh’s sack, we were so overwhelmed by the kid’s innocence, honesty, & that million $ smile on his face which lit up hundred lights, after looking at a Rs 10 note, we made his day, we didn’t bother to check our belongings, the honesty of the little boy was good enough, we all went into the Van, Sharmaji was quite, he started the ignition & we were on our way, he was speeding a lot, sweat was cracking  & he was turning pink, and we were in a Kashmiri summer with temperatures of 17degree Celsius, for me it was much cooler than any average Mumbai winter. He pulled over all of a sudden, & screamed “Everybody Out of the Car Now!!!.... “, we were puzzled, confused, scared, we did as he instructed to stay out of harm’s way, I had this sticky feeling, this skinny little bastard actually took us for a ride, now may loot us, as we got out of the Van he screamed again “Everybody Run for your lives!”, I was amused, why this man wants us to run on full stomach, but he seemed to be the boss, so we followed his command with tight lip, I thought what all I could do with that Rs10 bill, which I gave to that chipmunk, it just bought me a headache & almost a near heart attack after few minutes of unexpected cardio, we were at a distance from the Van, I looked at Viral, Nilesh, Amit & Shrikant all looked more confused than I was,  wait a minute how come script change in seconds, how can a potential Villan turn into a our Savoir?

The Army was called upon, we were scared to death, but also felt lucky to be alive, it was a bomb scare!, Pictures, videos & LoveU T-shirt was off our mind, we were so thankful,. It took them, 150 minutes to clear off the site & declare there was no bomb scare, Major Puri, wished Shyam (Sharmaji), shook hands, said “ Keep it up young man !”, we had WTF! feeling written all over our faces. But we thanked heavens and resumed our journey to Shrinagar, on the way Shyam ( Now Sharmaji was Shyam for us, our savior from a bomb attack which was never planned).  

My romance with Kashmir & Shrinagar had just begun; I woke up to reality, the men marching up & down in the uniform, were there for a reason, my mother’s words reverberated in my ears, “ Beta promise me you won’t go to J&K, its dangerous”.

We decided to live in boat house, it was a beautiful & peaceful morning of 14’th August, oh! What a site! The lake, the calmness, this was the real Kashmir seen & talked about. The room service knocked the door, Bed tea (It was Kashmiri tea Salty to taste but was nice & refreshing), honey & toast were served, the boring mundane menu seemed so interesting, the view was mesmerizing.

Silence was broken by  Arif the boy who delivered breakfast & newspaper, he said “ Saahab toh aap India se ho?, jara sambhal ke kal India ka flag matt kharidna ya, parade k liye Bakshi Stadium mein jaana matt, dikkat ho sakti hai”, (  Sir are you From India?,please avoid buying the Indian Flag or going to the Independence day ceremony, you can fall into trouble)

He smiled & left away, I was taken aback, I could not hear anything after his first sentence, “Are you from India?” I asked Nilesh did we accidently crossed the LOC?, Why does a fellow Indian ask me in such fashion, buying the small tricolor on I-Day was a non event, we use to buy & distribute amongst kids, fear gripped we felt things here are also similar to barbed wire, complicated, we hardly moved of the boat house, we enjoyed Kashmir as if nothing had happened, packed our bags on 16’th & caught a train for Delhi. 

PS:

The events are true, & were experienced by y Friend Viral Desai.

The Photograph is taken from Neelesh Mishra's Blog 

The Day We Broke Up

I remember vividly,

It was the day we broke up,

We were sitting near the lake side,

Oh the mood seemed so romantic,

But that day your eyes were heavy with pain,

It was never same again,

Getting lost in those eyes,

Made my world go upside down,

The Prince lost his crown,

Is there anybody alive to hear my pain in this town?

Why one needs words,

Are looks not good enough?

You never looked at me,

In me,

Within me,

Rather you looked through me,

Beyond me,

Now that Alice is gone,

I am never goanna sing again,

Never pluck those strings,

As Life went out of shaft!

I thank the heavens,

I am recuperated,

Reborn,

And search for the One is On!

Pleasure in Pain

Every Battle is won or lost before it is fought, the sheer fear of loosing forces men to back out & it's not the failure that we are afraid of, its "possibility of failure & its repercussion on our public image" that defeat's us. One might ask why so ?, it can be mainly attributed to
1)Exploration of unchartered territories & experiences.
2)Living your life on others expectation ( Living a dream which was never yours, but somebody else's aspirations which you have subconsciously picked up).
Trust me even the best fall victim to the 2'nd category.

We hardly know how to cope up with circumstances to which we are alien's. As kids. we were always taught "Success is Good Failure is Bad", and that is where i feel parents go wrong, success & failures in life are states of mind & that's it, you don't fail unless u consider that you have.Never believed in a piece of paper that testify's ones worth, weather it be a grade-sheet, performance report or appraisal document. These papers bind our potential in numbers, whereas it is actually infinite. We tend to relax as we get our set target's,grades or goals.

Success is a state of mind & should lead to happiness, which is always a process.

But failures are equally important

If you ask me a lost battle can be an excellent strategic lesson if learn't, your mistakes always teach you something or the other.

Adversity is always painful & fruitful, it teaches us some lesson's which are never learnt in normal course of life,there lies immense pleasure in pain which is fortunately realized only during good times. In a difficult phase we tend to value what we have, those could be materialistic possession's or sheer abilities that we posses, remember no one can take your abilities away, its you who has o realize they exist. History has testimonial to the fact that Men who have seen set backs are better off taking risk's & making it big as somewhere down the line they know they have nothing lose

These are my favorite lines which i heard from some one  " There is a Pleasure in being Mad, Pleasure which few Big Mad men know"

Recession Baby

I have tried to empathize with those students who have chosen an expensive course like MBA & are having a tough time in USA, who have seen it all shattering of "The Big American Dream," jobs getting Banglored...some actually to relocate to Asia just to pay there Bill's & hefty fees

I am Baby of recession,

Baptized in fire of Depression,

My Big American dream was to make a mark on Wall Street,

Money, Power, Status & Fame,

But all was washed in a bloodbath on the Street,

The American Capitalist model had seen defeat,

It could barely stand on its feet,

Forget dream job,

Now Job is a dream,

At every point either I am overqualified,

Or out of the league,

I decide to sell Pizza at Papa Joe’s,

Baba says you MBA’s work for couple of months,

And never show,

I got no money to spend on a Rat, says Baba’s Dad,

Who runs the show ,

Thousands of dollars I have to repay,

Dorm was such a nice place to stay, 

Millions of people homeless & only cars left to stay,

To feed billions who stay abroad,

I think of getting Banglore’ed or Beijing’ed,

Only way to pay my escalating bills,

I took a flight to Bombay,

Never knew what would be my fate,

I see a strange kind of happiness in pain & struggle,

No insurance, no social security,

Just hand to mouth survival,

Still people with bright smile & Luminescence,

That would scare the broad daylight out of top Executives,

Earning millions,

What is it that the people have?

That makes them smile,

Content, self-fulfillment, satisfaction,

It took me two years to find out,

In quest of the perishable,

We tend to lose imperishable,

And end up losing both!

 Disclaimer:- 

I wish not to harm any community's or Country's sentiments, nor i wish to show any disrespect towards any community or an entity living or dead, this poem is purely imaginary & has no relation with any person living or dead.

The legend of Frozen lake

This poem is a beautiful story showcasing a father daughter relation, i really don't know how this came to my

mind, but it's very close to my heart.




It was a Chilly Season,

I say a perfect Reason,

Time to put my rollers on,

Doing rounds at the ally seemed like a boring affair,

I say lets be adventurous, lets do some dare,

Oh yeah we goanna hit the frozen lake

The lake has its own beauty

Calm, serene, quite,

Still whisper’s stories,

Stories of love & romance,

Legends that date back to the centuries,

Seemed like a perfect Sunday,

An evening on frozen lake,

Coffee & Hot chocolate at Mc-Larne’s,

Dinner at Dates,

We strolled, skated & threw Ice ball’s,

Presence of snow in February was a bit of luxury,

It was getting dark,

We were not in hurry,

Skidding & Skating around,

We went to the middle of the lake,

I turned back to get my cell phone from the sack,

I hear a thud & a scream in her shrill voice,

I broke into laughter,

She fell again on her bumps,

I turned back to see my baby disappear in front of my eyes,

She was there, there she was!

I choked, I froze, couldn’t scream couldn’t shout,

I heard flapping, & babbling in water,

It was my daughter it was my daughter,

I kept on screaming somebody help!... Somebody!….

No one in the vicinity,

Predictions were of a snowy day!

All locked up in their room’s to watch Manchester United play,

Hey, hey I might lose my daughter due to frost

For my adventure, will I have to pay a big cost?

I was losing time, but not hope,

Can someone help me with a rope?

Chaos panic & pandemonium,

I am screaming shouting for help,

Has everybody in our town gone deaf?

As my dolly was exhausted in the shivering water,

I run with my skate’s, to escort someone,

It took me a while to return back,

All the way I prayed for time to stop,

As I approach I see my darling lying flat on the frozen lake,

Mix feelings run through my brain,

Heart pounding fast,

How did she come up? Is she okey?

Next morning as we enjoy hot chocolate on the warm hospital bed,

She tells me a tale which was hard to gulp,

The legend of the frozen lake was live, kicking & hauntingly true,

There was a hand that pushed my daughter back to life,

The invisible, mystical, hand of shepherd who help’s people stuck in frost,

He was guardian, he was angel, I started believing in legends & fairy tales,

Made be believe in divine!

Sweet Memories

Memories are sweet if you don't have to deal with the Past!....
You Just wish that time spend with her always last!....
Time flies by!...
Memories Fade!....
Why one forgets all the things i have said!....
its heaven where matches are made!

Mystical Life

It’s been a while I haven’t written something, and I am doing this after lot of soul searching.


Life was never meant to be easy fair or nice, it is that nasty opponent which will time & again throw punches at you & especially when you least expect it. It’s not about getting up, being strong, fighting back & hitting it harder but sometimes it’s about sustaining the punches &; not get knocked out.
We all go through lean mean & bone dry patches in life; when we start to question our existence in the Universe and our ability to control it, leave alone control just our capacity to influence the elements in & around us.
In situations like these sometimes it’s best to let go, we always have a script in mind and if things don’t go according to plan, we are disappointed, & unhappy. But if we try and see carefully we are prisoners of our own device. We create certain set of expectations from our course of life & if the movie does not belong to the same genre we are obviously upset.
So what am I trying to say to have no aspirations, no dreams & goals? Absolutely not!
A man is no man without a mission, I am saying we should not have attachment to our aspirations, the key likes in re assessing what you want from life after every checkpoint if we redefine our goals, it would be a much easy task.
So how will one concur I have reached a checkpoint & hey I better reassess the goals, the answer lies within & you inner- self will never lie about it.

Nostalgia

Some pictures have hidden stories...
Some Nostalgic,
Some Tragic...
So what is your story?
covered with tales of adventure, travel & glory,
Some pictures tell a story,
black & White colored, big & small,
Every picture has a tale to tell,
I am sure these scribbling,
with endless notes,
won't raise your hopes,
and even if they do,
photo's never lie,
Men arrive, conquer & die,
but photograph's never die.

Coz ….Girlfriends will be Girlfriends

I was taken back when my ex-girlfriend said, “I always felt that one day a dream Merchant would come long riding on a white horse and take me away, and then I met you”, I could have easily gone into my shell and nodded, but I had to make a comeback as if the entire male fraternity’s fate rested on what I came in the next 30 seconds, I used all my possible wits and replied , “ Honey , every girl from Princess to Ugly Duckling dream’s of Prince Charming! “.
Women are never (for lack of a better word) satisfied, with what they have, for them grass on the other lady’s side is green lush Center court of Wimbledon whereas they always feel they are battling on dry clay surface of Roland Garos surface. Women have this tendency to complain right from the dessert’s served on their plate or the men they date.
Change is evident and eminent in your life, as you enter depths of a relationship, as long as this change stays in realms of inculcation of good habits, you are on the right track but the moment you feel this radical change is transforming you into a person which you are not and don’t enjoy being , you should concur that you might get derailed any day.
I am not trying to be a Male Chauvinist ( I hate to use the word Pig, as I don’t know if Chivalry and Chauvinism run into the entire spectrum of animal kingdom) but the above mentioned syndrome is true and even a female can be victim of similar attitude by men.
Talking about chauvinism it’s a favorite 10 letter word, which every second female has in her dictionary, and women take pride in making maximum use of it even on a remotest opportunity they get. I am not part of some anti women bashing forum, but I am trying to analyze some of the nasty habits of stronger sex( I have no doubt that women are emotionally much more stronger than men).
Another habit that girlfriends posses is their ability to bitch about other women, especially in front of their boyfriends, they derive this immense pleasure in contemplating and commenting on other female’s wretched lives. You will seldom see two females being very good friend without a profit motive being involved.

PS: The incident at the start of the post is purely an imaginary incident, and has got nothing to do with any person living or dead. Neither inspired from my personal life.

Guru

One and Only Guru (Abhi Arora)

Where heroes are made,

History is written &wiped off,

Where Ethics are butchered,

Greed, Hope, despair dominate the proceedings,

And winning the Rat Race is the only thing,

Where wealth is created & destroyed,

Where Multibaggers, wipe off your net worth,

Welcome to bazaar,

Amidst this volatility,

Emerges a hero,

Who looks like a simple Man,

But has charisma of a Ferro,

His knowledge is divine,

And makes millions out of a single dime,

He believes it’s a zero sum game,

If you are here for fame,

Your life won’t be the same,

He says market is like vilely old beast,

Difficult to tame,

Yeah you investors you like to play game,

If you win you are a hare,

And if you lose,

It’s just not fair,

But it’s the question can you do the dare?

It’s a zero sum game

If you are here for name,

Think Bollywood that will help you in achieving the same.

Georg Soros is his mentor,

When he sells a stock, he won’t reenter.

They say winning is habit,

He says it’s your attitude!

And his way of life!
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This poem is dedicated to Abhishek Arora, one person whom i admire a lot!

Eternal Sunshine Of Asia

Once a wise man said,

Always face the sunshine,

Shadows shall fall behind,

I asked what if Sun- gods get gobbled up mighty black clouds ?

The Wise man replied,

Face the East,

Is what you could do the least,

I am sure one day following my wise words,

You will have a feast,

Oriental is the flavor of this Century,

Shall remain the same for eternity,

Occidental was meagerly accidental,

Which led to the Global Catastrophe!

Now is time to make amends for humanity!

Hope!

There is a deep valley beneath,

I am holding on to this thin rope,

I have still not given up the hope,

There is chance of life, there is a scope.

A strong force pulls up the string,

And my belief becomes stronger,

I get pulled up,

Million thoughts go through my head,

I am going to change,

Not gonna be the same old me any longer,

I make a promise to my life,

I will cherish every second of it.

I will be a changed man.

Only if I could survive, I know which I can

I dream of Life,

I dream of love,

I dream of us being happy ever after,

The image is nice and Sharpe in mind,

Beautiful and only one of its kind.

Suddenly the friction between rocks and rope being pulled increases,

As my heart pounds,

Is there a twist in the tale?

I ask myself where did I fail?

If I die and meet the depths of Valley

Whom should I blame?

And who will pay for the claim?

No it just would be insane

To play the buck passing game.

It could be the rope,

I could be the rock,

It could be me at the wrong place at the wrong time

But its not the place, rock or rope…

As I still have the hope!

I will emerge of this valley with some scars

And for sure shoot at some stars.

But I would be all alone,

What are starts, what are cars?

If you are not with me

Life is an empty Jar,

With all the materialistic things filled in it to the brim,

All this without you is as good as a sentence to hell,

For my Sin’s I have committed

My mind wonders,

And as I am just about to reach the surface,

The rope’s final stands get cut…

The rope breaks,

And I initiate my descend,

Now I see all memories flashing clearly.

Those places, those talks, long, long walks,

In few seconds I will close my eyes forever

And they might see you never

I fall, I fall with a big blue bang,

You might ask me what happened to you?

The freefall was not good enough for you?

And I to sink beneath the depths,

I just hope I don’t ever open my eyes.

But to my surprise I find you sitting next to me,

Comforting me and telling me “it’s just a nightmare!”,

And sweetheart there is nothing to get scared.

Clinging on hope,

Standing on a very thin rope,

Waiting for you till eternity,

That will be my only hope

To cling on to this thin rope!

Bravery!

Bravery, how do we define it, how do we measure or quantify it?
Bravery lies in accepting fears and moving ahead, and unwillingness to give up. It lies in walking in uncharted territories, believing in once convictions.
Meet Kiran Bedi the most celebrated and decorated COP, who was instrumental in the way inmates were treated in prison.
She is an epitome of bravery, and a source of true inspiration, unlike her predecessors she never gave, never gave up on the lowest soul, the human aspirations of inmates were recognized and results were extremely awarding, the rate of repeat customers (for lack of a better word) dropped drastically.
We as humans always tend to choose path of minimum resistance, and seek convenience, she could have easily opted for the same; but deep down she had strong belief to bring about a change.
This drive forced her to take radical steps and try and modify the existing system, she was the first one to start yoga, meditation and self awareness program for inmates in the famous Tihar Jail, known for its notorious criminals. This mission transformed many lives, not just those of inmates but there relatives.
This shows that freedom, and humane behavior can help create a radical change rather than brute force and dominance.
People tend to take an act of bravery and heroism as that which involves winning in a physical combat or outwitting the opponent by shear absence of fear.
Let’s accept the fact we all face fear and we all fight it, and bravery can’t be just that ,it involves taking actions that are firm , actions against the odds, against disbelief of others , it also means believing in once convictions.
Act of Bravery to garner popularity can’t be termed as one, as it is not just about doing the dare.
I belong to the Island city of Mumbai, and I was unfortunate to be in Mumbai, during the 7/11 Terror attack, after the blast at Jogeshwari, I saw a young girl of 15-16 years of age who tried to help an unconscious elderly lady, the girl was drenched in blood, she should have been scared and shocked by the scene, but she tried to console at least 10-15 ladies who were victims of the attack. What helped her in such act, she also never knew when asked by the media personnel.
Courage lies deep within all of us , courage drives us to perform an act of bravery, which helps transform a life or many lives.

D E S T I N Y . . . . .

Destiny oh! Destiny what wicked games you play,
You make me feel like czar one day,
The next day I am a beggar.

You propel me up high in the sky,
The next moment I fall flat on the ground!
I never feel I am safe and sound.
Destiny oh! Destiny what wicked games you play,

Sometimes I wish to defy you.
But really can I deny you?
You show me light you show me life,
Give me courage, bring back hope,
Still why adversities have their scope,

Dose happiness lie in accepting you or expecting you?

Once a wise man said, ” your decisions decide your destiny!”
Is it true?
But what I sow is never what I reap!

I guess its me who has to change your course!,
Tell me is their any alternative resource?

It’s easy it’s easy to blame you
Is easy to curse you,
Buts its easier to work hard and reframe you!
I would fight and fight till everything is right.

I believe you exits,
But depending n you to shape me,
Is like trying to find coast in a thick mist,

Destiny oh! Destiny
You keep playing your games,
And I will play mine!
Let’s see who wins,
Destiny or one who is destined to win!

R I N G

i see your face,
i open them it disappears,
Can you understand my helpless case.

I tried so hard,
i could not speak,
i really feel,
i am getting weak.

I am holding on to the weakest string,
if i don’t pluck them now,
i could never sing,
And if i do so now , i m sure there's no wedding ring !

I miss those talks,
Those long-long walks,
i guess everything is gone,
there's no point in dragging on.

I am on the dier's trait,
Angels are sitting on heaven's gate,
i can see it coming,
i got no regret,
But only last wish, if i could pluck that string,
And only if i could sing
But now i guess its bit too late,
There’s no point to contemplate.

I couldn’t sing,
I couldn’t sing
That’s why i had to forget,
The wedding ring.

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this is a song about a guy , who liked a girl very much but never had
the courage to ask her out and plucking of the string in the second
stanza refers to asking her out. and 'holding on to the weakest string'
gives the idea of his old age and he couldn’t ask her out till it was too
late. and later on he came to know that even she loved him

P R I N C E S S

She's my princess,
she's my star,
the brightest supernova,
that's true and not bizarre.

she soaks all the pain,
without any selfish gain,
and that's why she is
not just a 'plain-Jane'.

she always tells the truth and never lies,
she works hard,
never gives up tries and tries.

she is my darling sister,
hey you don’t mess with her, Mr!
she is calm like a silent sea,
but when she gets angry she is a ferocious twister.

she rules the land, air and sea.
and that's why she is always busy!
she is never on time!
that's alright,we are use to it, its fine.
she thinks being late makes her divine.

she is always nice to all,
rich, poor, big or small.

her heart is ever-expanding universe,
yes, she will bless you and will never curse.

she brings a smile, on a sad face,
that's her beauty and that's her grace.
find a person like her,
i bet you could hardly trace.

if u think she's a baby,
for sure you must be crazy
is she incarnation of any goddess?
no, she is just my little princess!

Cinderella for her dad,
Princess for me,
softie for some,
this girl is awesome.

she's a supernova,
she's a star
see you soon mere yaar!

This Poem was Written by me dedicated to Vidhi Jhobalia my Rakhi sis!
The lil girl in the pic is not Vidhi ;)

Conquest!!!!

I’ve risen from the ashes,
Just like phoenix,
I’ve rammed through many firewalls.

I’ve won loosing battles,
I’ve tasted water of all oceans,

When I arrive, all mighty emperors throw their throne away,
And run for their lives.
I got hundred’s and thousands of wives

My men are ruthless and relentless
For them taste of blood is sweeter than honey,
And its fragrance is better than millions of crushed roses

You cannot deny me,
You cannot defy me,
I am invincible,
I am Ferro!
I am God!

This is my last battle,
This is my final frontier,
Then I will be immortal,
No one can deny me,
No one can defy me,

I lad from the front,
I strike the enemy with full might,
This city is not goanna last long,
Soon my men will march with the victory song.

I see strong resistance,
There are even mothers and children for assistance!
My sword keeps on slashing fast,
This battle is going to last.

Night falls days pass by,
Still my men crawl and stand by,
The smell of blood is hanging deep in the air,
Now I know how did we fare.

Rosy sight everywhere,
Screams and shouts in the air,
I had a blood bath,
And achieved victory’s path,

I’ve conquered dead,
And not the death,
I cannot see a single fool upon whom I could rule!

My soldiers yell “We win! We Win!”,
I’ve committed a gigantic sin!
My sword has quenched her thirst,
But what about millions who will curse.
I don’t want the riches,
I don’t want the rags,
By conquering dead, I’ve conquered life,
You cannot win on a force of knife!

This is where my journey begins,
My aim is conquest of life,
Now I am a tourist, who has just begun,
And miles to go, and lots to catch,
Before he could snatch!

Companion

Sleeping on the sand,
Gazing at the sea,
I guess how my companion would be?

Would she be beautiful?
Would she be charming?
Or am I too demanding?My desperate thoughts are really alarming!

I would love to weep on her shoulder,
That’s how, we would get older,
Just like wine,
Sweet and fine!

Would she be compassionate or just passionate?
Would she be cruel,?
Oh! That would act like a fuel!
I guess my mind is wandering too much!
But how much is too much?
Will she offer me some words of wisdom?
Or will she be Totally engrossed in ruling her own little Kingdom.

Would she quarrel and fight?
Or just turn of the lights,
And kiss me good night,
Please God show, me her one glimpse,
One sight!
You think, I’ve lost my mind?
If you think so you are really generous and kind
I think ,I will just shut-up till I find!