cold ripples push me away from your aura, make me blink and tinker!

                                            obliged to the wind,i swoosh in humbleness..golden feathers chirp so.

wetlands miss you,miss your gentle foot tappings

                                             embossed on those inches of art,flinches of earth soil.

Those evening crimsons when you playfully hindered,

                                                vested away those tucklings of poena

lil' butterflies fly with frills of your sleeve rolled fabric,

                                                                                               and Hush!

Just when you turned around..my twigs,

                                                           oh my twigs take shelter so don't pull away your flowing gown

               

                                       you walk back to me,rest under my shade

                                       i shed a leaf for you to play with..

                                                                                                   ..brown cascade of your tresses wave

                                                                                                   ..above and below my roots.

you start to move again,i lower my branch;

you swing on it for a moment,i smile.

the woods come into jubilation with the humming of westwinds,

                                                       your blue iris grow dim to the sparkle of autumn odds.

seventeen days have passed since you moved away-that vehicle,that human along with.

i saw.

your ghost haunts on here,i miss you little girl..

                                                standing naked,sheddin' my autumn tears. 

my->yours- MONEY -theirs->mine

Umm.. money? Well who doesn’t need it, huh?
Well I met this guy, who happens to have has just returned from CRACKER’S PARADISE(read NEW YORK), take me thru the unveiling of the aforesaid cliché. We met up on the way down and just started talking.
Mute: “so, how’s life, man? Rockin’ huh?”—(I meant “ so NY got heavy metal jingling and money mingling 24X7?” )
Crack: “yeah ofcourse!”….(i’m still waitin,c’mon say it)
“…what? Uh yeah life’s cool” (yeah the universal patchword ‘COOL’)
Taking into account that he works for an investment bank (for all those memory cells zapping to know as to when&where last did u come across the I-Bank stuff, lemme help..you read it in yesterday’s n today’s newspaper and will read it in tomorrow’s newspaper too), I was quick to get lucky, assuming that most of us still don’t know as to what got those banks incur such heavy losses,
I asked him, “hey, what happened over there? I mean you guys, what did you do huh?”
Crack: “we did whatever we’ve been doing since our inception..making money!”
Mute: (now don’t give that grin, that’s a natural calamity on your facial geography).. “but you got no money now, I mean since inception! Nah you weren’t making money..”
Crack: “ well actually we were busy in the ‘process’ of making money but never really got to hold it at the release end.”
Mute: “spit it all out, man(crack)”
Crack: “okay, see commercial banks give housing loans. Investment banks offer to insure these loans by paying the whole of loan amount to the banks immediately…”
Mute: “wait, why..i mean ‘angel of mercy’ is performed by the band OneRepublic not by I-banks! “
Crack: “..that is where an MBA comes handy..”
Mute: (--yeah dad was sayin that it’d be a great career option, you somehow seem to prove him wrong..aye nevermind,educate me,c’mon..)
Crack: “I-Banks, however, get a share of the interest on the EMIs that the customer pays to the bank. Now, we call up various investors to invest in us and we give them a slice of the interest that the banks get from the creditors! And its mainly on hosing loans coz the interest rates on it stand at 4%-6%!! Ain’t that novel?”
Mute: “uh its more like NO-vel.so now what happened, why my neighbour’s Dalmatian won’t be visiting his vet this month?”
Crack: “coz some A-holes aren’t paying back the loans they took, so we got no EMIs pouring in. we kept fooling our investors by payin them up from our reserve in the name of dividends. lately we ran out and now this huge bailout plan by the federal reserve..”
Mute: “ never knew that the government too performs ‘angel of mercy’..seriously OneRepublic should be be filing a lawsuit.. so u all were always in the process of promising money and creating channels for it while actually never having it.. huh I take, you give me, he insures you, someone else comes and pays him to insure you and when I don’t pay back, you all start scratching each other’s bum.. finally Uncle Sam gets us all a huge itch-balm, is that it?”
Crack: “ uh not-so-precisely but yeah something like that”
Mute: (now who’s the MBA?) tell me, it seems like people keep on making money but never use it or if they do then they do it to make more money, where’s the end point..i mean tell me why do want a job?”
Crack: “coz I need money..(why).. coz I need to get a big house,a big car and keep my family relishing on it..(why)..coz I want to go on a drive in my Porche with my beloved,I want to watch my fav movie in my own home theatre,I want my child to sport J Lo’s Glow deo range..(why)..coz uh I want to..i want them to be fine, to be happy..(why)..coz that’ll make me happy,coz I want to be happy,sigh!”
Mute: “..when we can be happy from the very beginning of all this without even going thru this, why do we need materials to be our alibi for happiness, why run for the end when life’s a circle..what we’ve is what we’ll always have..money doesn’t really get it for us”
Umm..money? now who needs it, huh?
We both just flipped thru today’s newspaper,the headlines ran as, “Europe, Japan cos infuse money into US Federal Reserve to ease crisis”. NO! fire in the hole! Uh another series of unfortunate events!

“ How do you know you’ve wings.. when you can’t even feel the wind against your face ”
Sometimes in our lives we just want to be alive..yeah just alive like a human. Everyday schedule and infinite thoughts keep us so shelled that we fail to see what’s out there.. what’s out there in the fallin’ rain drops, in the vast expanse of the blue sky, in the selfless touch of a stranger, in the operating hands of a doctor.. in the zephyr that dries up our tears. But we do have time to complain, to be unsatiated, to be envying angels and becoming devils.. is it how its supposed to be.. I don’t think so.

The joy we feel when our baby stops crying in our arms is not something that angels can ever feel.. do we really want to have no fights with our beloved ever or is wiping away her tears at times and makin her smile again more nice. Think about the agony a doctor feels when a patient gives away on the operating bed, but the truth is they tried to save a life and that’s heavy enough a virtue to bury the agony in His abode. Think about the old man’s silence, sitting in his backyard all alone and watching the winter pass by just like his younger days but look at the bonds he’d spunned around complete strangers to build a family. Sand look at the innocence within you resurface. We all have the one thing that no angel or demon will ever have and that’s our greatest gift from GOD.. thats FREEWILL.
We, humans, have the power to feel, need to love and ability to choose. Beyond realms of life and death lies another realm.. the realm of another existence. We have the Conscience to guide us no wonder why there’s not a single human who won’t feel pain in hurting an infant.. some do it but they for sure feel the pain inside.. no one is bad, its just that some are less good.

Remember the last time when you broke your beloved’s heart.. did tears roll down, did heart paced faster than thoughts.. why? You had closed your eyes after the fight and felt the same pain.. with God’s messenger still standing near you trying to help you hear your inner whisper.. think about the worth you’d give to your life when you’ll walk up and engrace your sweetheart with the caress that eternity is no match for.. yeah, we all know how to love then what are we waitin for.. for the messenger to help us. Lets help the Messenger this time, lets love.
“I would choose One Touch of her hair, One Vision of her smile, One Moment with her.. over Eternity”
P.S. I just finished watching the movie “CITY OF ANGELS” and the moment I finished it I knew what I had realized at par.The above article is hugely inspired by the movie “CITY OF ANGELS” and opening and closing quotes are from the same movie. Do watch it fellas, its for those who want to know that happiness ain’t a destination rather the journey itself!

black and white

there is only one colour in this world.

some say its white..and still some other say its black. well last nite,me and my elder sis charted up a conversation or rather a courtroom drama.The attorneys,well me and cinderella.the clients,well white and black.
cinderella said she liked white.well i said i liked white.she said she likes white because white is better than black.i said i like black..because well everyone likes black..now cinderella gave that look.you know thaaaat look! and so the verbal gameplay started..

The Attire showcase:-

Cinderella said white goes with...uh uh I interrupted"hold baby hold,thats my sentence",i screamed,yeah people around the world you all know(except the white fanatics),"black is the colour that goes with every other colour"..business suits,black jeans,jackets,caps,shirts,black tees(now u can’t beat this one dear cindy..me grinnin’ !)..what more we need to say..well but cindy got a lot to say..asks me tell me one colour that doesn’t go with white pants but goes with black pants..i said uh..(well I was thinkin over..its human to think yaar)..uh orange?...she gave that look u know,that look that said—“does it at all go with black and who on earth wears orange shirt(screaming)?”..so I kinda mumbled over..well okay but market share is more of black..

she said,"so what?there ain’t any such colour that goes with black and not with white,so don’t blow it.”..uh well I said in the attire category,black:white=60:40..u know orange kinda looks more funny with a white pant than with a black pant on.."shut up,it’s a draw here..black:white=50:50”..well okay.

(whispering..hey u people of the world,lets laugh a little,orange shirt,white pant..whoaaaa!!! ha ha)

The body gear and travel gear showcase:-

Gotcha, you cindy! Now its only black bags,black backpacks,black hand bands,black caps,black and black all..whoa! no way does white stand here in these stores..its black that gets the customers eye ball poppin out and its black that’s mentioned on the bill receipt..uh hey hey,I got another winner..INK! THERE’S NO WHITE INK,BUT THERE IS BLACK INK AND (now cindy gave that look,you know smoke out of nostrils,I’m already shivering!..so lemme change to small case letters..) and uh I say black pens are a huge hit..coz the truth is dirt won’t show on black..so can use it for long without givin people the impression of being a penniless creature with no brain to wash the dirt out and no money to buy the detergent too( gawk! I ain’t referring to the ones who already are! )..and so we have the case on black’s side now.
Goggles..oh oh don’t tell me that you like white goggles , where did u buy one,huh? Yeah sunglasses or goggles are again followers of the color black only .. we ain’t givin competition to the white noon sun by makin white sunglasses/goggles.

The Vehicle Showcase:-

I have got one sentence:" vehicles are meant to be black and no other color gives a God damn competition to black vehicles.”
Cindy got one sentence:- “yeah,I’ll take that..(murmuring to herself)—hmm,I also like black vehicls only, white ones..uh awk,no way!”…..i heard that lady and now I gave that grin,you know thaaat grin in which your teeth literally spell out the words—“ I WIN..always”..the latter part being spelt out by crestfallen loser past restless to vent out its agony at earlier failures!


So now I see cindy jumpin up and comin with a blow of a sentence..(uh guys help me..i think she has just the perfect question to color my face black)..

cindy goes like this—“ well well tell me, Halle Berry or Drew Barrymore(uh uh Halle is nice,more nicer.i like swordfish of her..drew naah!).. Naomi Campbell or Kate Moss(uh uh (stuttering already) Naomi,I love Naomi..what a name,definitely more nicer name than kate huh).. Thandie newton or Kate Winslet(uh well help me guys..God how can even you help me,we all love kate winslet..pooh!)

Now Cindy,with that broader than Grand Canyon smile already playin across her face,was staring at me with her teeth out pronouncing—“Loser..yeah with a capital L”..
Hey I love kate winslet for the woman she is not for the colour..i love black and I love..ok guys..we love kate winslet and we love black color,they both are feasible see..huh.
..uh Grand Canyon’s still gorging on..
Okay okay now that was it..a big drama cindy and I played thru..so who won..
..keep guessing in black and white!

P.S. (both thinking..)
Cindy—phew! I made him lose on a stupid fair actress, huh boys will be boys!
Me --- uh Thandie newton is not that bad.. maybe I should tell her,umm?

why so serious?

• Welcome to a world without rules..
  Now all d of us have either seen The Dark Knight or desperately waitin-in-line to get the tickets..well well but we ain’t talking the movie’s storyline here so no worries..but as of me, I have always loved the character “Batman” & his legacy constituting his allies and everything else related..
  The darker realms that he takes us to make us identify with him at times but look at the bigger picture that comes associated with this movie…the force of the script and that packs th punch that this movie is delivering at the Box Office..nemesis of batman, the Joker, has revealed a big whole new truth about each one of us through his deep introspection and ride-thru style..whatever he says in this movie is craftily delivered on screen that if u hear and analyse it..u would know that u don’t need to analyze it coz its plain pure truth smacked on your face.
  “why so serious?”------this is what joker says when he sees someone tensed, hyperactive, silent or sad..why? cause he knows your seriousness gonna change nothing about the things you are serious about. Things happen as they need to be, they won’t change their tide cause it doesn’t suit us. Whatever happened has to happen else there would be a time-space gap in this cosmo..things are already decided so use your limbs and move around happily..for life will take its own turn…and as Joker says use that extra bit of cheek muscles to stretch upon and put a smile on that face…yeah, why so serious?
  “This world is a schemer, the mob schemes, the govt. schemes, cops scheme…yeah,its all part of a plan”--- In todayz world our lives largely depend upon some board cabinet ministers seated around a table of some feet length in some place spanning a few hundred meters..they take a decision and spooh! Next we are busy adjusting our monthly budget, our convenience and our lifestyles. The Joker hints at the rules that man has made which itself have cordoned mankind.. plans overlap of the schemers(we all included…don’t tell me u ain’t one schemer..don’t u go to your toilet everyday at a particular time???).. schemes overlap and according to the social hierarchy level whosoever is on the top gets his scheme stamped upon the streets we throng upon. A free world is what the Joker suggests, though it sounds scary to live without rules but ain’t we scared enuf livin with rules!
  “After the chips are down, these civilized people try to eat each other”—this one needs no contemplating or adjudging. At the end of the day, when we sit back and let go a sigh of relief we first think of ourselves and next of those whom we hate.. coz they are the ones who maybe thinking about us now.. civilization has reached an anarchy level in individual terms..survival of the fittest, yeah the limits of wiping away our competitors has been on an upward spree since long…we all are basically selfish creatures and the most miserable ones are the civilized/literate ones cause they have learned what misery is..the Joker’s take is pessimistic deep down but still outlines the hard truth..that we all live one life in our whole lifetime..and that is our own life.
  P.S. this whole discussion is of my very personal introspection of the Joker’s sway of dialogue delivering..u fellas may think something else about it which I very much would like to know. But then,apart from the negative views lets remember…”When Darkness Falls, The Knight Shall Rise”…uh anyone got the caped crusader’s gear, outthere?? Put it on!!

the coming

Forever there I stood and wondered, how silently you came.. how the propinquity made me dive deep into those hazel eyes of yours. Dear, at times when you come and sit near me, when you lift gently your cascade of tresses and grace your ears.. that swift smile flashin’ suddenly for a second just like a fallin star against the backdrop of a diamond studded night sky..
..the fights, the innocent versed talks and the soft kiss of yours will be my companions for the rest of my life. Walking down the lane alone, all immersed in my imagination. I take a slow breath as your face comes back to dance with my iris. I try to smile at the mirror but there’s someone else in it.
My diary said that I could climb a thousand walls or swim across a hundred rivers to reach u.. huh a diary said.. before leavin me you'd asked me not to cry and i won't too.. for no moretears are left to rush away. Our two different world make us someone else now..
..still at the end of the day, you come back to me and together we bliss on.. forever in my imagination.

maybe someday..

" this is a song for the unloved,
This is a song for one last cry…"
-backstreet boys
Maybe, maybe someday we will.
It wouldn’t surprise anyone if they see a diseased skinny fellow lying on the roadside with creatures driving past too fast to even leave a sprinkle of oxygen. yeah, for him to breathe. It wouldn’t also surprise anyone of us if we dash on with someone who doesn’t seem like our species, say atleast to us.
But it would surprise us if we smell wolves in our home, if vultures become our daily mail.
It would surprise us if we open our bedroom doors to the class of someone learning to breathe. Yeah, even as our world goes on with everything intact-perks, family & social status- we forget to see the underlying darkness behind us. The pain that goes unheard as we live life in the fast lane. The people we say we care for keep waitin’ for us and we don’t return until they’re fast asleep. The kids play on till they need hands to hold them high, the wives keep ruffling the supper till grows colder than cold. On the same parallel timeline we keep ravaging through papers that would spring up a few more dollars for us. The corporate jungle makes us an animal of prey who preys on the solitary word, "freedom". We move on and on,listen to certain people, crack our heads, sweat it all out. For them waitin for us. But we don’t deliver them what we earn. Rather we deliver a heavyload called sorrow. Clocks keep tickin, breeze slows down and the tired moon asks the stars to shine on but we don’t return. We don’t return to hear our beloved who still doesn’t know how much love is love, we don’t return to play bingo with our kids who master the innocence of all kinds…not to even ourselves that we are when we are at home.
The hallows expand and consume them. They just sit and watch your departure….but they never see your arrival. Their eyes betray them but the wolves don’t. they come to feed on what is kept for us.the trees find place to grow in our restrooms with no one around. Our kids age faster than us and our beloved withers away into some illusion of being with us. We don’t hear them but carry on the business suit as flawlessly as would the devil do. The lines of separation fade to give rise to walls. Silent screams and unwritten prayers evolve into a lexicon of angst self. Homes become houses. Dear ones become too dispersed to hold on. Kids dissolve into citizens. And we stand with no spear in our hands to drive away the wolves. The ravens swoop down to the intoxicating air. No, the sky doesn’t fall, the worlds don’t crumble to pieces…nothing happens. We still live on, with the veil of trudging joy. The coelacanth of nothingness makes us hear our own echos and we survive apart. And away. All but with the notion of being caressed the same way as we imagined when we wrote our destiny.
So the night drudges on and we sing no song for the unloved…