Gone......Forever

Holding it tight,
in my fists
I captured light


Light......
The language of God
The cause behind big-bang
The Illumination for mankind
The difference between living and nonliving


I started running
With handful of light
With fake happiness
With hallucination...
With fictious expectation
That light is mine....forever


As the darkness approached
Light wanted to leave
I resisted,tried hard
But darkness,
none less than Goliath
snatched my share of light


Gone is the light
Alongwith my heart
To make me "Heartless"
And left is a black wound...full of puss



A poem for my favorite authors....Rohinton Mistry and GDR

.......YOU..........

In the dreams or imagination
Wherever may I roam

On the road or in theatre
Anywhere I go

Those fading memories
Stuffed in veins
Run along with blood

I can feel echo of….
Those intelligent words
The rare fighting spirit
That motivation….when I was crippled

Even with you gone…..
These treasures are safe
Bolted on innermost coils of our hearts

Yes…...we still are friends
Yes…...we sometimes do care
…but yeah…these days it remains unnoticed
Even if you don’t call




Written while in a gyan session

Pagal guy meets WBW....

As soon as He entered in my room, his all jolly mood was gone……reason being my black colored pillow and bed sheet which were originally white, thanks to dust…..kuch novels, lying here and there...big almirah with nothing inside it and a stinking blanket which has not been washed since 1 year and the pinnacle was when he saw the kitchen….total havoc……..

“Ye kya mazaak bana rakha hai, agar chadar jhaado toh kilo dust nikaltee hai… bread butter pe zinda ho…thode se kapde hain…..Himalaya achchi jagah hogi tumhare liye…shaadi kar deta hoon jaldi se,biwi aayegi tabhi sudhroge!! Bolo kaisee ladki pasand hai ? ” This was my dad, on his visit to Bangalore

This was not first time I was nervous. Friends of mine keep teasing and asking about the so called requirements…so once for all, I am doing what I do the best…penning down …..The 6 virtues of my effective Would Be Wifee(WBW)…..in the increasing order of weightage


6. Movies and music

I ask her, at 8:45 PM

Ajee Suntee ho, Nau se barah chale aj movie dekhne?
Bus paanch minute do ready hone ke liye!!

And we do reach the hall at 9:00 PM sharp…I know ladies jinka bus chale toh interval mein movie dekhne pahooche…

I have a list of rapid fire round questions for my WBW, with expected answers

ME: Amir ya SRK
SHE:SRK
ME: (rote hue) I hate him, I hate him
SHE: (giving hanky) ye lijiye…..

ME: Ayesha ya Takia, inme se kisase milogee?
SHE: Madhubala
ME: Magar ye toh option hi nahi tha!!!
SHE: hai daiyaa(sharmaate hue),apni sautan se bhi koi miltaa hai kya?

ME: REM, Pink Floyd, U2, Elvis, Mettalica, GnR…kabhi suna hai
SHE: Haan….
ME: Wow,then khoob jamegi yaar, kab suna last time?
SHE: (innocently)abhi aapne hi toh bola…..
ME: hai…..sooooo sweet


ME: All time favorite actor
SHE: Mitun da
ME: oye, he is good but what about Govinda and Rajnikant?
SHE: Teri jaat ka painda maaru,YOIYEE…....no Govinda shovinda
ME: (frightened) ye toh daakuni niklee….

But yeah, appreciating good music and movies is an asset…songs with lyrics of Javed Akhtar or God Gulzar, listening Ghazals of Jagjeet Singh and Ghulam Ali with sunset in front of your eyes do affect mood drastically, if you understand them…..


5. Outer appearance…

I am no John Abraham or Tom Cruze….Just an average Indian male with average looks…..I know that ,I do appear like a shirt on hanger so I don’t expect WBW to be heroinee…..average Indian female, in salwaar- kurta or Jeans-Shirt, with halki si smile on face and jhumke like miss Takia(please refer her photo for details )….long hairs like waterfall during night and small black bindi, so that khud ki nazar naa lag jaaye …Jhuki jhuki si palkein aur soyi soyi si aankhein…..

In short….aisee ho ki bus dekhte hi,I can listen nothing but

Chaudavi ka chand ho...............ya aaftaab ho
Jo bhi ho tum khuda ki kasam…......laajawab ho


4. Egoist Vs Moody (Tharki)

I have met many girls during the four years in engineering and one year in software industry who just think that they are from Mars and we poor earthlings are pathetic ,hopeless and sick for them...come on ,I mean the beauty what you just got because of genetic factors doesn’t make you beautiful…Not only this, pomposity everywhere
like “I am always right” kind of attitude leads to black hole only…...and ruins the family in future.

Being a big tharki myself, I admire it. My WBW would be tharki but not egoist….. so that both tharkis can chat at 12 in night…

I hate going in parties so we didn’t attend today’s party
It’s ok…even I don’t like
Abe, Bangalore ka ek chakkar laga ke aate hain guddi se
hai alla…how exciting….



3. Gutsee

What you need to be adventurous….GUTS is the word….Taking the challenge on gives a lot of fun…talk any adventure sports, for that matter and I am always raring to go

But, imagine my over adventurous WBW doing this..

Arre ,one guy claimed he is plumber and was not showing I-card so I have kept him locked in bathroom….lutera types lag raha tha, bada mazaa aaya,5 ghante se bund hai saala

Idiot, he really is a plumber!!!

Jokes apart, it really needs guts to go and face real life situations. In office or outside, you need to be bold….I consider myself as partially bold, rest would be filled by WBW..hopefully


2. Knowledge and it's expression

Those who are close to me know I much do I talk and how much I read….most of the time I prefer not to say anything …and read everything...I mean it. I feel it’s waste of energy to talk when you can write or simply don’t say anything.

So if WBW haven’t heard of or don’t want to have a taste of sci-fi, genetic theory, number system and prime numbers, bikes and cars, GDR or Rohinton Mistry ,RKN or Ruskin Bond, next gen computing or cloning, Emily Dickinson or Frost, Cricket, Feynman and Ramanujan ..ad-infinitum ….she’s gonna find me utterly boring most of the times………

For me reading is life and writing is oxygen to sustain it and under no circumstance I can compromise over it…..


1. And the award goes to …. ......
Thoda hai …...Thode ki jaroorat hai

Arre oo Sambhha,kitna inaam rakhe hai re sarkar hamree Khopadiya pe?
Sardar ….pachaas hazaar

They say it Bheja, dimaag or mind ….whatever you say…..I admire it most,like sarkaar admiring Gabbar’s Khopadiya(Brain)...I am fascinated because it’s the root of all other attributes listed above…all others can be developed…..I will not write much as mere pass khud kum hai…. WBW mein itna ho ki we both can live happily ever after and complement each other in every dimension of life.


To give up my bachelor lifestyle, these are the six simple requirements….if somebody fills them and interested, please let me know and if not, who cares!!!


For the bachelor’s who are going to complete 24 in coming October

Little Sister

Everybody embraced
.....When she arrived
But I was.......
.......little terrified

The care I was getting
....Started deteriorating

Little I knew
this worst foe was divine
Would be future secret holder of mine


We played together
Laughed together
Fought together
Grew together

Sometimes i slapped
Sometimes she cried
Sometimes we madeup
Sometimes simply denied...

On demand tea or the enforced dinner
ooph,that perfect care
is.....really....really rare

She wants to be independent
She desires to break free
Studies donot let her flee
Still........
From her cash-petty
She spends every penny

To buy
.....that discounted rakhi
.....That delicious barfi



Written for all brothers and sisters who will not meet...on this Rakshabandhan

Unn Lamho ki Naadani

mujhe na tumne samjha
na main tumhein samjha paayi
yun hi har din beet gaya
aur yun hi har raat gayi

Aaj jo dekhun mud ke peeche
yaad vo sab kuch aaa baitha
Khud ka dil dikhla pana
jab itna mushkil ho baitha

Jhutha sa abhimaan liye
hum donon apni raah chale
main na jane kahan gayi
tum na jane kahan chale


Unn rahon pe gar mud kar
tumne ek bar roka hota
toh shayad main tham jati
abhimaan na vo paida hota

Fir yun hi jhuthi aas liye
main rah tumhari dekha kii
na tumne fir aana chaha
na maine hi duri kam kii

Ummedon yun hi har gayi
sapne bhi dum tod gaye
tum ko khokar maine jaana
munjil ko ham chod chale

Ae kash na vo lamha hota
jab main tum par tab barsi thi
ya kash na vo lamha hota
jab tumne sahnaa chod diya

Abb apni yahi kahani hai
ki umar yunhi bitani hai
na tum sa abb koi aayega
na dil ko dhadka payega
koi kitna bhi chahe abb
par dil na use aapnayega


Hinduism says "Choice is an illusion" but the poet here chose to be ANONYMOUS......

What is your rating for this poem,reader?

Yaadein

Yaadon ke tinkon ki raakh se
ek hunsta hua gharonda banata hun

Yaadein,
Kuch mahakti, chidchidati aur gungunati si yaadein....

Yaadein,
Sardi ki dhoop mein chat-cricket
ya..... garmi ki raaton mein
badi daadi se Sputnik ke kisse

Jalti dupahri mein library ke chakkar
ya..... holi ki toli ke saath masti

Yaadein,
kaali soozi hui uss raat mein
woh giddh ka dansh
ya..... akelepun ka ahsas karate
mere woh anginat se ghinoune lamhe

Yaadein,
Apne dum aur khushiyan
warne waale doston kii
Ya..... unn manzilon ki
jinke darwaje kabhi khule hi nahi

Shayad kuch kami si hai inn yaadon mein
abb ek umeed hi hai

Kuch aur ladkhadati
dhundhlaati aur kumhlaati
Yaadein........

Jo mere iss rakh ke ghar mein
Sondhi si hunsi daal de


Written for Jaya-Raju,Swati-Ajit,Sudhanshu,Shailu and Kamal......who are so far yet so close......

Halka sa Ahsaas

Dhundhli si tasveer hai, halka sa ahsaas hai....
Aa jao meri panahon me dil ko har pal tumhari hi talash hai,

Roop tumahara meri in nigahon me,
narm aahen ab bhi meri saason ke paas hai,

wo tum ho ya majboori meri tanhaiyon ki,
wo tum ho ya majboori meri tanhaiyon ki,
laal palkon tale ek bas tumhari hi aas hai,

Dhundhli si tasveer hai, halka sa ahsaas hai....



A Poem by my friend Chandana...Aren't you impressed??