Sunday, May 12, 2013

That's Me, She came for all the way.

Oh My Sunday of Summer,
Packed Surprises of You Stay Marked,
Never Been so Delighted to know,
But Steps ahead won't Come Easy.

She is girl friend of That Nerd,
But books, she has to talk with,
Pleasant Weather of Surprising Sunday,
Made Her lost all the way.

Busy nerd Grasped more of Science,
Little Heart of Mine kept Buzzing,
Name of Her, My Angel,
In hope of Beauty in My Arms.

Down the Town, she stands there,
the Weirdo din't show up again.
then She can't stay there Anymore,
and She has to look for someone, who she know.

with Moist in eyes, she kept on walking.
and I, on Next Street, moved for Better Sunday.
But at Crossroad, She got Me there,
Words of my Lips Fumbled again.

But She Has few better words to say,
"I came for you, Dear."
That's Me, She came for all the way.
That's Her, I don't have to wait for again.

Thursday, May 09, 2013


Packed in different sizes, wrappers, with certain added flavours like milk, nuts, crunchy, it always tastes sweet. Every bite of it is finger licking. Be it festive season or be it romantic night, one always like to gift it. Happy or sad, it is always Mood Refreshing.

Last night, sitting on the edge of window of my room, i did not have anything else to think on. It’s just me, tree's shed and my beautiful moon. The more I was looking into the sky, the more tears were on their way. No right these tears have to show the mood, but yes they are confusing.

“Zoommm…zoommm” my mobile sounded.

“Hello!” I said to Prem on other side.

“Rotee raha kar humesha.” He said.

“I am not crying at all.” tried to control my chocked voice.

“Shut up! Look down you idiot. I am standing next to tree. Aur tere ye ‘Abb-e-Chashm’ mujhpe gir rahe hai. Sambhal inhe.” He laughed.

Two minutes later, he was sitting next to me. He just slapped me and asked me the reason. He knew it very well, but still he want to know from me.

“Aren’t there any Night,
Found you Next to me.
Heading eyes to empty sky.
Tried to Escape every Night.
But your Hand was Holding Me.

Asked you to Untag me,
Told you, I am for different.
Reason not to be answered,
It's just you have different of me.
But your Hand was Holding Me.” I recited few lines of Gulfam.

“Look at me.” He said and I followed his instructions.

“Now would you like to pour out or shall I call him right now.” He sounded aggressive now.

“Come on Prem, you know it, tu abhi call karega toh aur panga ho jayega.” I replied.

“Bas naam ki hi Meera hai tu.” He laughed again.

“Shut up yaar. Majak ka mood nahi hai.”
He reached for his pocket and pulled out a purple coloured pack, labelled Dairy Milk. Like always, we both share a chocolate while on evening walk. But last night, we did not hit apartment roads.

“Sanjay said I am selfish. I do not care for him. He thinks our relationship is just artificial. He is not compatible for me.”I poured my heart out.

“But you know how much I love him. Why do I always have to justify our relation.” I continued.

Holding my hand, he offered me chocolate. Yes, chocolate the sweet coco from Brazil mixed with some milk. I do not know if chocolate was able to handle different mood. But it always works out for me.

“You do not have to justify anything. If he loves you, then he must trust you. A relation cannot build on such foundations. Just relax and don’t worry everything will be alright.” He said.

“How do you know?” I asked him.

“Because I know.” He replied and made me smile for the moment.

The beauty of friendship is, it is like chocolate. A dark brown sweet wrapped in purple coloured pack, mixed with nuts and cashews.

Whenever you have it around, you feel good and safe. It never makes you cry, but certainly help in to stop crying. Sweet as Chocolate, he is none other than my best friend.

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

It was Nothing Like New

Sunny day it was,
With the brighter sun
Making me feel shine
It was nothing like new
Then slowly wind blew
The colder it was
I felt like fly far away
Or just hung a rope to a bird

Then realized the day more
Brighter sun and breeze
It was nothing like new
But a month of March
In the city of Beas
But Manali they call locally
Walking down the road
Adjacent to the beauty

Beauty, the city and the lady
I realized more about the day
The black strings covering her face
At times, when wind pass through
The sun felt her smooth
Body on the other side
The day became brighter
But red faced I was standing next.

Now it was new
Pictured like Shakespeare’s Juliet
Right hand resting at her waist
She walked with me
For next few more miles
It was new like a dream.
The day slowly fading away,
White on hills turning orange.

Beauty still remained the same,
Fascinated by you, My lady
Day was never like this before.
Yes, it was new for me.
Suddenly, supply chain shook me.
Assembling all scattered points,
Realised the day more,
It was nothing like new, but a Dream.

Sunday, May 05, 2013

The Thirty First of February

With the continuous flashing of Breaking News, I realized a change in Undramatized Hindi News Channels. An accused in the case of a rape was sentenced to hang to death by Majesty John Singh Khan in Raipur High Court. The country had never thought of such state.

Last day only, a police officer had slapped an MLA for beating up a common man on the road. The Officer arrested the minister and lodged a case against him for misuse of the power. Number of Mahabali’s and Goons in our legislative system is way too less than that are behind the bars. Streets are safe 24×7.

While catching up with the latest of the world, I heard a knock on my door. To my no surprise, it was Shaurya, my friend. He had a book, titled Quran.

“Ahh, so you finally got it.” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, and I hope you are ready to hop in.” he asked.

“Let’s go.” I replied, picking up my bag.

Shaurya and I are college friends. Since the very first day of the college, we both have a great bond. We never thought of getting selected in the same company as well. We both work at Kingfisher Sports Management as Marketing Officer and Sales Manager. Well, Kingfisher is world’s second largest sports company Sahara Group only. Indian Origin brands are making their mark in every field throughout the world. The Micromaxs and Karbonns are fighting for the top position in the market of Mobiles and Tablets leading to American and Chinese companies trying to copy every bit of Indian Ideas. Besides Indian Democracy being largest, it also has command over major portion of the world.

Car pooling was nothing new. Shaurya got his car to pick me and Shaun to our office. Other than girls, we had politics and corporate to chat about. But that day Shaun had something else to talk about. He told us about the dowry system Indians had 300 or more years ago. I did not have any idea about it, other than bookish knowledge. He also added that women were sold like any other commodity in the market. I was surprised to hear such sorry state of women back in the time. Someone surely had worked hard to abolish that state of women. Now, they are free to do anything at anytime.

“You know what I recently read a new word ‘Religion’.” Shaurya said while keeping car on right track.

“How is it spelled?” I asked him. “What does it mean?” I added in the same breath.

“R-E-L-I-G-I-O-N. The word means ‘an institution intended to influence people in the Name of GOD. It’s like a terrorist group which intended to create havoc in the mindset of people.’” Shaurya explained.

“They must be a fool to believe in such an institute.” Shaun replied.

“Guys, I am planning to try for a Government Job. What do you think?” Shaun asked further.

“Aahaann, and that’s the reason Shaun is working on history and other influential topics. Well, if you work hard surely you’ll clear it.” I replied.

“Here we are.” Shaurya said, while parking the car. That’s how my day starts. That’s my Thirty First of February, a daily routine. A state where politicians mean leaders and administration means public employees. A state where women are actually be respected. A state where we don't know meaning of Religion, but God through Hearts. An India which is actually is called as Super Power State.

Note: It’s a Routine of India which has never happened, and possibly won’t happen in near future.

Characters (Shaurya, Shaun and Gulfam), their work life and this story are work of Fiction and An Idea.