May be i have grown intelligent to know that you are foolish but not enough to forgive you every time.

Moody

He was very moody. Moody in the sense that if this time he was laughing, the very next he would fart (and sometimes FOL to just to rhyme it with erstwhile LOL). That kind of moody he was. You see? And since such was his behaviour, people started calling him moody which surprised him initially but was a source of giggle eventually. Mostly out of realisation of one more of his weakness out of many weaknesses , as his weaknesses excited him to the point of tickling( oh! ek aur?? hahahahaha...) , and partly out of the fact that others will have to suffer his moodiness and he would know it. He was laughing, though with only a small displacement of the contours of his lips, that he learnt quite a few things today. Firstly he is a moody bastard. Secondly, people know it. Thirdly when he will act moody they will know that he is being himself. And most importantly he would witness his moodiness, everytime he is being so, and its effect on people around and would smile at his knowledge.You see, Buddha arguably died happy coz he could witness a lot of shit( I made it up so don't paste it on FB).

These were the sources of his happiness and not the Happy B'day and Happy New year messages and cakes and candles. All the best and Congrats might make him smile but would not whirl the laughter tornado inside though with just a smile outside. The secret laughter which is caused by either a blasphemous start-of-a-tractor fart inside your blanket or the meeky one supressed by purposely increased voice on phone in office beside a girl.

haan hai mohabbat, kah de paane ki gayi himmat
Hue khudgarz(Kamzor) itne ki khud ki bhi ansuni karte hain

tum

kya kahoon kya ho tum..
sapna ya ehsaas..
mere har khali waqt ki pehredaar...
idhar hi kahin, aas paas...
jaade ke rajai ka garam-sard ehsaas ..
ya purane gaane sunta hua sukoon..
mann me yun hi gungunane ka bahana
ya jiske liye uchhal ke patte ko chhoota hoon...

kahin tum hi
na-jaane-kyon-bechaini-hai
ka kaaran toh nahi ho?

tumhe jeetne ka mann karta hai
tumse haarne ka mann karta hai..

You are only as good as your story..

Rant

My wings have flown away.
My thoughts trying to catch.
I  am trying to scratch with my nails the present,
as the past is trying the same on me.
Walking on head is insane but lets try once.
Puking sensation is bad, and its insane to even try it.
Oh my wings, booohooo hooo,
that you are gone can i still fly?
I want to fly away from here.
I want to be there or at least there.
I know its not GODly,
not even GOODly.
And you got it right not even BADly.
But so am I without my wings
devoid of any "-LY"

gloomy sunday

And in her sad moments he could be nothing but a sadist himself for he could not see himself away from her, not any distant.

He wanted her to find someone near to her whom she could identify with. For in the happy world she had no one she assumed. 

Love she might not but could be close he thought. For he himself was not ready for love himself, he just wanted her to be near,close.

And he wanted her to feel that he was close. That someone was close.

He wanted to give. He wanted to take. But thats not how nature's designed you see. A handshake happens when one gives and another takes. You cannot do both.

So she left as she had to. For she was not a participant. No give, sorry. No take, sorry.

And he continued trying to be near, to be close to her by keeping her memories alive, her sadness alive, by being sad.

Died one day still sad that she would be near, close.

Sadness was his happiness for she lived there.

Kashmir

Very nicely put by sajjad Lone - Not exactly in the same words: "Aazaadi is like Laila-Majnu story for Kashmiris.. Its a romantic idea"..

 And thats very true..
"Although its rational for Kashmir to be a part of India because India is economically and other -ically more
capable of taking care of Kashmir than Kashmir as itself, how can you expect a lover to even try to understand.... Haven't we been reiterating all our life that "pyaar andha hota hai"..


Lets talk to them accepting and saying for a while that we would give them Aazaadi if they want, but asking them to listen to us also. Then put across our point. Show the reforms we are planning and then ask them to think logically.

The world has come a long way.. Women(Kashmir) love a rich and prosperous lover more than just a lover-lover..

peechhe chhod dene ya bhool jaane ke liye thodi na
woh sab kiya tha, jiya tha soch kar
ek badi potli kaandhe taang nikal gaya
par saali risti jaa rahi hai, ek pal fir do

Peechhe kaai fisal rahi hai
aur aage khaai bada muh khole darati hai
ek jhoola sa banaya hai dono ne
jhool raha hoon

Kashmir

We are on that stage in Kashmir right now where it can easily fall into the types of current state of Pakistan, where the government has to think twice and consult the miscreants and terrorists before taking any decision for their country. We are really on the verge of it. Even though there are genuine protestors asking for demands from their heart, there are some who have joined them just to fuel the already burning Kashmir. We better do something before our people start finding console in those terrorist's cradle. Before it becomes tough for us to take any decision without consulting those unwanted elements. Before we loose our trust with our people. Before our people start finding solace in those alien's false dreams. Before it becomes separated from us without actually being separated.

dhuan

favvaare waali baarish me khada
aise mote mote dhuan ke chhalle chhod raha tha
jaise usme uski saari umr ek saath nikal rahi ho.

Kuchh soch hi raha hoga shayad.
Kisi beete hue pal ko chhoone ki koshish.
Kisi lamhe ko pakad paa lene ki khwahish me haar jeet raha hoga.
Ya fir kaho toh haar hi raha hoga.

Maa nahi hogi us beete kahani me shayad.
Warna cigarette nahi hoti haath me aur
na sir utha kar dhuan udaane ki himmat.

Aise me toh aksar
sookhe me woh khud hota hai aur
geele me hoti hai woh.
wahi dono jo hue nahi.

uchhalti koodti lahron ke saath
race lagati yeh dhadkanein
fir se chhod di jaati hai kinaare par hi.
mann kuchh khush sa aur kuchh lalchaya hua
chhod deta hain khud ko behne ko


gimp chalana aata toh
ek do rang us doobte sooraj se chori kar
apne sapno me bhar leta
Haqeeqat ki zindagi toh
aise bhi grey gali walk hai.

Kashmir

Listening to led zeppelin, thinking why. Just why are they burning, from without and within?

Have they been cut by sharpest blade or,Or they are being romanticised by people of planet apes?

Has it really become that big a world? A world where we can't sit and make it work?

Do we really have to scream and pelt, in India,before one could emote FREELY?

Patang

hum bhi jab sang the,
udne ko tang the.
Kat ke nikle ghoomne,
aasman ko choomne.
khoob fadfadate hain,
daaru pee ke gaate hain.
Aur kabhi miss kar lete hain bye karti dor ko..

Between two white lights and
through the darkness it all happened.
They all ate,mocked and laughed.
To tear apart the veil of acquaintances
and see some friends outside.

Love drunk

Mumbling when i am drunk,
of you.
Try to read my lips.
Or may be just kiss.
To hear the words not said (not possible),
otherwise.

Is it you on me,
Or am I in you?
Am i stoned,
or just high?
May be just drunk,
Perhaps Love drunk.

An unfinished song.

Much like the old ones,
let me pack a song for you,new.
Most of it about her,
me and you.

Of the days of passion,
basketball and the run.
Green leaves, clean roads,
the rising and the setting sun.

The beautiful thought of
knowing infinity
And the sweet sour realization
that its not in vicinity.

How I was confused about
the singing rain and the green leaves' smile.
Happy days confirming and
the sad days taking it for a while.

bhaat bhookh ki bhugdud me
Jaane tum kub chhip jaati ho.
Lukka chhippi ki aadat hai
Aksar dhappa kar jaati ho.

Mind your ways

Every needful discussion has already happened. Everybody's view has been put on the table and so I will not be repetitive here by resounding and re-accentuating it. I just have one thing to say to Senas: " I agree that you have a viewpoint as Shahrukh had when he voiced his opinion(which was not even an opinion. It was just an assertion which we all have right to make.) Definitely, one should be a bit responsible. But you could have taken a different path to prove your point. I, as an emotional Indian, would have probably sat beside you asking shahrukh to be a bit more cautious while speaking things which hits the sentiments of people at large, if you had devised some other methods to prove your point. But you rather sent your goons in cinemas. Now out there on streets there is another mob which is larger than yours and which neither agrees to your ideology nor your methods. Should they also pick up some hathiyaar and fight back? You would lose you know and everyone else. Please mind your ways for your good and for the greater good of our country.

My only fear is time, my only joy it is.. yes the only healer, that time..the one that wounded too..thats the reference i chose to run and not only walk, chase not only dream,emote and not only live..thats the pole i tied my rope to, to hold and run...and one fucking(with all due offence) day someone comes and proves that time is not absolute too...

First good picture from my new camera. :)