ख्व़ाब...

a divine gift... :-)

… anxiously I wait … the mere thought gives goosebumps … the soft, velvety touch … smitten with the furry of milky light… touch as smooth that a feather would hurt … pulping is a life … in it comes out of a dab … throbbing in rhythm … contraction and dilation … pumping the red liquid … pulsar of energy with pseudonym life …. stunned is a consciousness at the advent of another … serendipity...ecstasy … jubilant ... rejoicing in the bask…the bundle of joy … in my arms … world ensconce … the tiny organ of sight … clinched…the miniature workers fisted in conclusively … the gushing cold breeze of rains kissing my body … the winter chill drips from cerebrum to toe … summer in my chest … would nestle this procreation …

                                                                                                                              ...dedicated to my Radha

What do you call it...???

Dug ground…

Dunk walls…

Rusted ferrous…

Destroying the natural habitat.......they plant the lifeless ones….

Open spaces they attack to cover them into minute, suffocating blocks..…

Call them high end retails or address them as premium residential…..

All they have done is NO GOOD to our Mother….the Mother Nature….

Taking its toll on the health, lifestyles, temperatures, greens and the beings… 

Everything so artificial, so fake about it, yet its called the REALty….

I can be a Hero…!!!

….his brawn goes unnoticed…his open chest is not meant to be drooled over….her temple breaking that drop of sweat does not brings an ““Oh My Gwaash…..!!!”” .The clothes they wear does not have many takers as a fad….they work day, they work night, they work in the sun, they work in the wind, be it rains or the chills…they can be found on their job…they rise earlier than the society…and no one has a track of their sleeping hours…they clean our filths, sometimes they serve as chauffeurs, sometime they are the curette…sometimes apothecary…then they become soldiers and some are cops….

…the sweeper cleans the street every morning…attracts my pity…the female who collects it all…the bus driver frustrated of the traffic yet drives it everyday with out fail…the cops he whistles at movers standing in the sun midst all the deadly smoke….the warrior at the desert and then in the minus heat…the news paper boy who comes every morning how much ever crude the weather be…milking his cow yet manages to reaches in time before tea…sometimes they are rude and abusive…in turn we curse them with all malice we have and for all the possible follies…but never would we try and empathize with them…that they too are human beings and life is few a times bad to them too…they are called corrupt…and cheap worthless people for us…but why can’t any of them be  our hero??

बस यूँ ही...

झरे है बरखा की बूँदें...

देखे है मन अखियों को मूंदें...

झरना वो अरमानो का बह चला...

प्रवाह रास्ता अपना ढूँढे...

लड़ी सी लग पड़ी संगीत की...

खिलती है होठों पे हसी मानो ओस की बूँदें...

For the FuNNy bones :-)

A women help line for the ladies?? :-D :-D

.....world of Corporate!!!

....early morning herald here is an exorbitantly spicy cook (pun intended).Bitches and doggies open mouthed to snatch their share of breakfast, a bonus if grabbed of the others' jaw.Even palatable if on the expense of others' mockery, melancholy,despair....Altercation here sounds mellifluous while malevolence flows in empathy.Here accomplices are the worst trusted, rivals become affiliates on the very blink of eyes.Each allegory being abyss.The one at the acme is the most in the nadir,playing the game of politics with great aplomb and abiding by the rules of hypocrisy.New sunrises culminating the bitches to vixens,the dogs to swines...Camaraderie is when superior needs a luxury,hierarchy when you ask for your rights.Where promotion is in direct variation to the number of  corpses (corpse of humanity,compassion,characters and all these petty virtues) you have trekked along the way.Its a world of ruthlessness,of tyrants,of apathetic herds of individuals,of bull fights,of cat feuds,of sanguinary vamps and vampires, of hires and fires,of unjust and even more unjust's.......Welcome to the world of cOrPoRaTe's