Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Some Phil

Learning to the fullest and then unlearning or vice versa( Unlearning to the fullest and then learning) is quite painful.Although rewarding, as you get to know two worlds, you start the second phase very late and everyone is far ahead of you.And if you belong to a group of I-have-to-win, you feel like going back, every now and then, to your previous stateof which you were master. Lucky or happy are those who keep striving hard for the end of,to win,any one of these-Learned or Unlearned - all their lives.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

And suddenly he burst out laughing. Trying to stop his laughter he said, I am so used to figuring out and seeking that when i don't have anything to figure out i try to figure out what do i have to figure out. And i could figure out that he was suffering from headache as he was pressing his head all the time, laughing and trying to stop it simultaneously.
Do we exhaust all "somethings" with time that we start digging and explaining "nothing" ?

Sunday, December 20, 2009

I am writing this only coz i am feeling this urge of writing something down. Tried to write something good but oops i cant. but i will write nevertheless..

Monday, December 14, 2009

and when i will be forced for a word or a few
in the name of about me and how do you do
I will smile, laugh and cry that i loved you
yodlee yoooooo yodleeee yooooooooo

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

ittefaq

do chhajjiyaan banwanyi thi..
kuchh beete aur kuchh aane waale lamho ko saja kar rakkhunga soch kar...
ittefaaq hi hai shayad ki ek chhajji fail rahi hai toh doosri sikudti jaa rahi hai...

Khelne ko toh aur bhi kai khel baaki the
Saansein lunga toh waqt gujrega aisa toh nahi maanga tha

Tumne toh kaha tha ki bas khana aur peena hoga
chhupa liya ki hansna hoga,rona hoga...JEENA hoga.

Fekte waqt ek rassi hi latka diya hota
sahara nahi toh faansi hi bana liya hota.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

one more white

Once again i am sitting,shitting, as i always sat when i wrote this way. And this time too will write random stuffs. same words, same feelings,may be grammatically more correct or incorrect. but things are gonna be same. black letters on this white dashboard.

its just one more white,
just another sight,
will i write
of whats happening

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Aadat

tu aadat hai re
haan aadat jaati hai
par yaad aati hai
ki ek aadat thi
ki tu thi.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

whats your status??

Good or Bad
Or just Sad
May be bit happy
and cursing your dad.
Rhyming the words
or just letting them flow
like from your ass this morning
you let it blow.
muahahahhahahahaha or laughing out loud
cursing the bitch ,or Oh!! no Gaud???
Chilling or hotting
pissing or pottying
whats your status??

Sunday, September 13, 2009

i think we are loving a lot..fucking a lot...sipping and go-ssiping a lot...sharing and then share marketing a lot...dying and dye-ing ...doing a lot..doing a lot a lot... and then anal-eye-sing a lot...

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

I am sad for love after a long time..it does not feel nice..

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

अलसाई चिपचिपाती शाम आई थी

फ़िर चली गई जाते हुए,देते

इक हल्कापन सा

कुछ कुछ-नही-सा

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

कभी देखा है नदी को तब , जब
गिर के पहाड़ से आगे निकल जा चुकी होती है ,जब
दरिया भी कही बहुत पास नज़र नही आता होता .
खुश होती है ,अलसाई सी
हंसती है सूरज -हँसी खिलखिलाती

Sunday, March 15, 2009

मैं पल दो पल का शायर हूँ

पल दो पल मेरी कहानी है

पल दो पल मेरी हस्ती है

पल दो पल मेरी जवानी है

Friday, January 09, 2009

And now when you have reached, or at least think that you have, and know the knowable and the unknown.Now that you know what are the questions and also the answers of some of them.Now that you do, what will you do?Will you throw yourself in the real-romantic river or the romanticized-real sea or will you highlight the answer of this question also in grey?Find a mid way?go astray?get confused and let it be?

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

I have seen him running after it,

Fearfully chasing,for one last touch.

He knows it would go , and

So might he, into that infinity.

I have seen him dreaming it, still,

Though with ambiguity,

For the love of it perhaps

Or just an urge may be