"Ping-Pong"

That wrecking feeling,

that truncating pain....

The mind is riggling hard,

to get out of the agony chain !

There are other paths to "glory",

then why do we succumb....

The chastity is in the mind

and the brain has gone numb !

The pleasure has gone sadistic, 

the drums have dried along....

Why on earth is there a need, 

to play a game, we gladly call as "Ping-Pong" !

The Fall

The sound of silence makes me rot,

the words when spoken leave me not....

There is a wind somewhere which blows away my day,

and i have lost the night star which was my mainstay....

I cant cry now for it disturbs the silence,

i cant even sigh , guess it upsets the voidance....

There is not enough left to stir in the bowl,

will the empty Vessels now make noise and howl....

I stand alone straight out of the hallucination,

i walk the narrow path with an incertain motion....

Why is there a dense layer of smoke everywhere in the air,

why not anymore does the burning woods make me care....

I can see the well in some distance now,

I approach unaware if it will just turnout to be a slough....

I have fallen in the past and got myself ridiculed,

i just cant get it out, all that comes out is a mewl....

I trusted them to travel alone so far,

i scared nothing and spared no bar....

but they diminshed the coal to just char,

and so the repudiation shall exist as an indelible scar......

There is a hurdle at all corners that i can see,

and my bid to cross them has earned me the name floozie....

My acts are questioned and so does my existence,

should i just lend a hand to the final transience....

Couple Conversations - of a Different Kind ! :-)

Dear Mr. X,

This mail comes second in series of reminder mails towards a self-propagated supposedly-denounced-however-proclaimed commitment on your behalf to a universally celebrated cause, whose plans would be frozen on the 22nd of Jan 10 at 10.30 p.m. However the mail in itself has been inspired by an incorrigible urge from your counter party to ironically yearn to connect with you prior to the event in itself and hence any attempt to do so is being lapped up by her. Also the irresistible inclination on her part to perennially try to get the better of you in mundanely transactional however strategically intellectual bets which ideally are your forte and do end up being yours but are indispensably catalyzed and made-possible as well as instigated from latency by her presence. Now that the purpose has been explained, justified and gaveled, please get your submission ready to bolster your strongest opponent- so strong that has to step over to your side eventually – (is your hand stretched out to help me cross over ☺ ?)

PS: You are welcome to define this in any category you henceforth wish to as a testified document of evidence for off-spring of this weird species as proof of existence of their ancestors!

Signed,

Perpetrator of the same species with perennial confusion (situationally driven comment specific to date) a dark chocolate icing on top

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ALL DOWN !!! U WIN !!!

You own me for this ! order your slave !

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Gosh !! that effect of super delicious melt of words on wafer base of sarcasm with a cherry incentive of showing it to offspring(s) lasted like for 10 seconds.... i liked that !

OK now coming back to reality and replying to that master piece with an attempted response in the form of paper stone for a supposedly Request for Proposal heavier and mightier than a marble-sandstone brick.....

Dear Miss Y,

I am delighted par cognizance and overjoyed par complaisance to hear from you with words genetically modified to from sentences possessing inherent taste of victory over somebody "really sweet and pure at heart and mind " :-) in supposedly-intellectual-but-realistically-overtly-oratory manner.

I would like to gracefully accept the intensively yearned invite fleeced with urge by maiden lady of the day to be lapped up in a manner which resonates closest similarity to the phrase "swept from your feet" and lends credibility to the adjective "Desperate". Kindly excuse my use of "certain" words whose usage was imperative to being out the effect in question.

The efforts in so called mundanely transactional method are well appreciated and provide ample inspiration and scope for this madness to go on.

And yes, since the ground has been leveled and the graveling is also uniform, there should not be a need to lend a hand. However, in circumstances circumventing average imagination process, rest assured that it is not just a hand that is on offer; a complete body support till the last drop of blood shall be provided in the best possible response times.

Counter Signed,

Semi-Perpetrator and Initial -Non-carrier of the species in question :-)

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Dear Mr. X

With great disappointment and a involuntary smirk do I confess to the evidence of presence of malfunctioning elements challenging your tenets of grammar in a meticulously grafted verbiage. Lest the smirk not do its impromptu act of incapacitating your faculties before the realization of its purpose hits you, I must also confess it, when aroused belongs only to its supreme owner and instigator who created its existence and that it would enliven its birth-principle come-what-may in all situations.

The ground being “Gaveled” would certainly have resonated had it been graveled which seems to have been supplemented by his highness :D. It is incumbent upon the “swooned” to lend credence to the Swooner and in a most graciously-apt-however-no-choice-left manner has the party acknowledged.

Please sign an affidavit and agreement to perpetualize the Swoon-dynamics. The series has been declared open today. The rules have been stone-etched by the present-to-day-swooner. One could get innovative and campaign for swoon points and swoon rights to reverse tables. The first set of bonuses points have been allocated to the innovation to perpetrate this species. The winner of the swoon contest would have ownership over the same.

However considering historical performance, swooner would like to warn the challenger to not tread on areas un-reveled-in to avoid swoon pillows hitting them back. Request immediate confirmation to capture intermittent spurts of encouraged ideation space harboring bursts of creativity in an otherwise threatened and unfriendly-demanding and non-germinating swoon dynamics driven environment.

Signed

Her henceforth-surmised species perpetrator swooner

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Dear Mr. X

Dear Miss Y,

With great disappointment and a involuntary smirk do I confess to the evidence of presence of malfunctioning elements challenging your tenets of grammar in a meticulously grafted verbiage. Lest the smirk not do its impromptu act of incapacitating your faculties before the realization of its purpose hits you, I must also confess it, when aroused belongs only to its supreme owner and instigator who created its existence and that it would enliven its birth-principle come-what-may in all situations.

With a Smirk bigger than thy,

and an accompanied smile more sweet than sly...

the hunter-gets-hunted game is ON,

Coz "Involuntary" with "a" and without "an" looks torn ...

The ground being “Gaveled” would certainly have resonated had it been graveled which seems to have been supplemented by his highness :D. It is incumbent upon the “swooned” to lend credence to the Swooner and in a most graciously-apt-however-no-choice-left manner has the party acknowledged.

The confounded swooner or the swooning confusion,

the enigma remains starking high....

Who-s-the-swooner-who-s-the-swooned-one-?

is left staring in the eye...

Please sign an affidavit and agreement to perpetualize the Swoon-dynamics. The series has been declared open today. The rules have been stone-etched by the present-to-day-swooner. One could get innovative and campaign for swoon points and swoon rights to reverse tables. The first set of bonuses points have been allocated to the innovation to perpetrate this species. The winner of the swoon contest would have ownership over the same.

The anthem of Swoon Dynamics shall henceforth be sung loud,

But the rule is that there is no stone-etched rule , fyi, just to clear the cloud...

The Contest is open with validity limited to eternity,

but shudnt the bonus points be awarded to all the members of fraternity.....

However considering historical performance, swooner would like to warn the challenger to not tread on areas un-reveled-in to avoid swoon pillows hitting them back

Request immediate confirmation to capture intermittent spurts of encouraged ideation space harboring bursts of creativity in an otherwise threatened and unfriendly-demanding and non-germinating swoon dynamics driven environment.

The challenge is hereby accepted with grace and with pride,

Surely time will tell who Goes for the wildest ride...

The pillow fight shall remain an integral component forever,

Highly advisable to judiciously use your time to prepare...

Signed

Her henceforth-surmised species perpetrator swooner

Signing is an art not similar to sighing,

Want to say all the best but the best thought echoed by mind for you is "keep Trying ! keep Trying!"

Perception

Darakht-e-mazaar mein moumil ne aag kyun de di,

supurd -e-khaak hona abhi baaki tha....

Abhi to lafz zubaan par aaye bhi nahi,

aur woh samjhe fasana bayaan ho gaya....

She :)

She has flown forever and made her way,

her destiny is waiting for her far and away...

As Aver as her, effulgence is her nature, 

shallow may be her depth but long is her stature....

Who has the might to face her prescience,

who has the right to snub her ebullience... 

She maybe disported but cant be kiboshed,

she may remain silent but her feet will swash...

To meet the sea of her dreams,

to retain her golden gleams...

She has to persist , and she has to bear the pain, 

she has to rest today , for the strength to regain.. 

DREAM

Is the dream just done or have i just begun, 

Is the funnel too round or have i just touched the ground...

Is that MY path or is just another way,

It doesnt matter anymore, coz m really gonna stay...

I have waited for this moment one pound by pound,

i have worked for my passion with humans and with hounds..

I have grown with my dream day in and day out,

am a free bird now,  i can scream , i can shout...

There was  tension  in the air , there was chaos all around, 

but the dream stayed in my heart, it was all safe and sound...

My tentacles are small and new,

and the feathers are tiny and few...

I have to swim and fly at the same time,

coz the destination is far, and means arent prime...

There will be stones and the boulders, 

there might be even lesser help shoulders...

There might be times when chips are down, 

and the feelin that the boat may just drown...

But i shall make efforts to survive,

before myself, i have to find my dream a hive...

And i wont buzz from the path i chose,

i would park my dream but return again as storms close...

Strong currents may have made my boat tore, 

and agreed m stranded but m happy to be at the shore...

There is another boat to be made again, 

there is a new journey to be started with its new pain....

Life exists coz FEAR is what i have shun,

my dream  has just started, coz i have just BEGUN ....

आखरी किरण

आखरी किरण
पहली किरण बोली आखरी किरण से, क्यूँ तुम अंत में आती हो...
बस अब सूरज ढल जायेगा, क्यूँ ऐसा पैगाम लाती हो....
क्यूँ तुम मुझसी नहीं बनती, की सब तुम्हे चाहें,
क्यूँ न आगमन से तुम्हारे भी जंतू सब दिनचर्या प्रारंभ कर पाएं....
क्यूँ तुम अँधेरे का सन्देश ले आती हो,
आलिंगन होगा तुम्हारा भी , क्यूँ नहीं तुम मेरे जैसे पहली किरण बन जाती हो!

सुन यह बात उसकी, अंत किरण की आंखें भर आई...
फिर धीमे से चेहरे पे एक मुस्कान उभर आई,
माना होगा नाम मेरा, अगर मैं तुम जैसी बन जाओं,
पर कौन करेगा काम मेरा, अगर मैं भी शैय्या पर सो जाओं....

चंदा को कौन दस्तक देगा, तारों को कौन न्योता,
कौन देगा दिन ढलने का एहसास , जिससे सारा संसार है सोता...
मैं आ जाओं सवेरे तो पंछी न कभी घर जायेंगे,
दिन भर जो दाना है बटोर, कैसे वोह नन्हे पक्षी खा पाएंगे....
मैं बन जाओ पहली किरण तो कैसे जीवन चल पायेगा,
दिन-रात का कलश टूटेगा, हाहाकार मच जायेगा.....

माना मई नहीं संख्या में अव्वल, माना नहीं की मैंने कोई पहेल...
माना मैंने देर से आना, खोना का एहसास भी जाना...

इल्जाम लगे मुझ पे देरी का , खोटी नियत और शायद हेरा फेरी का....
त्याग ना मेरा समझ पाया कोई, मन के भंवर में ना उतर पाया कोई...
कैसे कहूं क्या बेचैनी सहती हूँ,
मिलन की आस पे जिंदा रहती हूँ....
कितनी कसौटी मैंने अब तक हैं तारी,
कैसे न्युन्छावर कर दी खुशियाँ जीवन की सारी...

काश ! काश कोई मुझे भी समझ पाता ,
देरी क्यूँ की , यह भांप जाता ...
क्यूँ मैंने पहले न इस द्वार को खोला ,
क्यूँ नहीं पहले कुछ मैंने बोला ...
समझ पाता न इसमें कोई स्वार्थ था मेरा ,
मैं भी चाहती था मैं देखूं सवेरा ...

पर शायद नियति का यही मन है ,
मेरे त्याग में ही मेरा जीवन है ...
सदा रहेगा मेरा ध्यान हर मनाव पर ,
हर पक्ष्ही पर , हर जंतू पर ....
डोली में बैठी हर कन्या पर ,
डाली पे बैठे हर पंछी पर ...
आकाश पर और वसुधा पर भी ,
नदिया में भी और धरा पर भी ...

बिन अपेक्षा यह जीवन मैं चार जाओंगी,
न कर सका जो कोई , वोह मैं कर जाओंगी....
नियति के इस में मैं पूर्ण रूप से निभ जाओंगी...
मैं हूँ आखरी किरण , हाँ !मैं ही हूँ आखरी किरण ....
मैं सदा अंत में ही आऊँगी, मैं सदा अंत में ही आऊँगी !
आखरी किरण
पहली किरण बोली आखरी किरण से, क्यूँ तुम अंत में आती हो...
बस अब सूरज ढल जायेगा, क्यूँ ऐसा पैगाम लाती हो....
क्यूँ तुम मुझसी नहीं बनती, की सब तुम्हे चाहें,
क्यूँ न आगमन से तुम्हारे भी जंतू सब दिनचर्या प्रारंभ कर पाएं....
क्यूँ तुम अँधेरे का सन्देश ले आती हो,
आलिंगन होगा तुम्हारा भी , क्यूँ नहीं तुम मेरे जैसे पहली किरण बन जाती हो!

सुन यह बात उसकी, अंत किरण की आंखें भर आई...
फिर धीमे से चेहरे पे एक मुस्कान उभर आई,
माना होगा नाम मेरा, अगर मैं तुम जैसी बन जाओं,
पर कौन करेगा काम मेरा, अगर मैं भी शैय्या पर सो जाओं....

चंदा को कौन दस्तक देगा, तारों को कौन न्योता,
कौन देगा दिन ढलने का एहसास , जिससे सारा संसार है सोता...
मैं आ जाओं सवेरे तो पंछी न कभी घर जायेंगे,
दिन भर जो दाना है बटोर, कैसे वोह नन्हे पक्षी खा पाएंगे....
मैं बन जाओ पहली किरण तो कैसे जीवन चल पायेगा,
दिन-रात का कलश टूटेगा, हाहाकार मच जायेगा.....

माना मई नहीं संख्या में अव्वल, माना नहीं की मैंने कोई पहेल...
माना मैंने देर से आना, खोना का एहसास भी जाना...

इल्जाम लगे मुझ पे देरी का , खोटी नियत और शायद हेरा फेरी का....
त्याग ना मेरा समझ पाया कोई, मनन के भंवर में ना उतर पाया कोई...
कैसे कहूं क्या बेचैनी सहती हूँ,
मिलन की आस पे जिंदा रहती हूँ....
कितनी कसौटी मैंने अब तक हैं तारी,
कैसे न्युन्छावर कर दी खुशियाँ जीवन की सारी...

काश ! काश कोई मुझे भी समझ पाता ,
देरी क्यूँ की , यह भांप जाता ...
क्यूँ मैंने पहले न इस द्वार को खोला ,
क्यूँ नहीं पहले कुछ मैंने बोला ...
समझ पाता न इसमें कोई स्वार्थ था मेरा ,
मैं भी चाह था मैं देखूं सवेरा ...

पर शायद नियति का यही मन है ,
मेरे त्याग में ही मेरा जीवन है ...
सदा रहेगा मेरा ध्यान हर मनाव पर ,
हर पक्ष्ही पर , हर जंतू पर ....
डोली में बैठी हर कन्या पर ,
डाली पे बैठे हर पंछी पर ...
आकाश पर और वसुधा पर भी ,
नदिया में भी और धरा पर भी ...

बिन अपेक्षा यह जीवन मैं चार जओंगी ,
न कर सका जो कोई , वोह मैं कर जओंगी ....
नियति के इस में मैं पूर्ण रूप से निभ जओंगी ...
मैं हूँ आखरी किरण , हाँ !मैं ही हूँ आखरी किरण ....
मैं सदा अंत में ही आऊँगी, मैं सदा अंत में ही आऊँगी !

Vartmaan :-)

Teen teeter,teen bater,

Chale saath mein subah saver.....

Teen teeter chugh layi daana,

teen bater kahe abhi nahi khana............

Teen teeter teen bater pahuche bargad ,

baadal barse hui gadbad...........

Teen teeter tripti se khush the,

teen bater kitne vivash the...........

Teen bater hue vilupt ant mein,

teen teeter reh gaye sang mein............

Teen bater se kya seekha maanav,

aaj ka kaam kal pe taale, woh daanav............

Teen teeter ki seekho zaban mein,

aaj ka kaam kar daalo vartmaan mein............

Der hui to kahaan jayega,

chidhiya chugh gayi khet to kya andaa khayega...................

Samandar aur Nauka

Tujhse khushi hai , tujhse hai chahat,

Tujhse sukoon hai, tujhse hai raahat.....

Na inkaar karna malika-e-samandar,

Yeh dil nauka hai meri, ho jaaye naa aahat..... :-)

Intezaar

Na chaand ka na taaron ka....

Na ek ka na hazaaron ka....

Intezaar hai to bas tera...tera......tera

Aur tujhse judi bahaaron ka

Naa hoke bhi tum paas ho,
har pal-chhin ki aas ho.....
Adrashya ho to kya hua,
Tum hridaya ke khaas ho.....

Wish :-)

Ghane baadal se gehri teri chhaya ho,
dar-e-darakht se phal dar tera saaya ho .....
Har harkat pe lab se bas yeh dua nikale,

ki phoolon se jyada meheke aisi teri kaaya ho.....

View from a Well

The dark silhoutee of the wall .....
Light & more light standing tall......

The sonorous chirp of the sparrow
suppressing the chime of the crow.....

The pack of doves engrossed in flight,
to each its own, showcasing their might.....

The shapeless clouds reminiscent of rain,
the darkness in them as if sharing the pain.....

The stretched sky is deep blue,
Scenic if not a panoramic view....

Other way wud have meant to see deep down,
Pitch Black in true sense, not even a shade of brown.....

Its great to walk the thin line,
but life in an abyss is just as fine, just as fine, just as fine ...... :-)

Class Mis-Chief (CM)

It took me so long, after umpteeen self-talking sessions finally to convince myself of the fact that i remember a lot. And although (touch-wood !) thats like a GOD's gift, it comes with a limited memory space....and so comes the concept of storing the moments somewhere.
Of all the things that i enjoy in my life....i relish the role of mischief maker the most...and it brings a generous smile to my face when i remember those "Creative" moments of joy and audaciously hilarious situations. But the journey down the memory lane is filled with some missing details....and it really takes my heart away because the sometimes the fun lies in those details....Hence the resolution to pen down them somewhere where me and others who were a part of it, can enjoy it...day after day....week after week....year after year.......forever... :-)

i know i have lost on a lots of priceless "never-gonna-happen-again" incidents...but its still superb & worth
the effort...coz there still will b lots of those beautiful incidents coming way....n m pretty sure about it...

so lets get started.... :P

The Distance

Panchhi ki udan na dekho,
abhi door talak jaana hai....

Suna hai vadiyon ke us par,
ek nanha se gharana hai .....

Gyat ho ki path ke har kadam par,
mushkilon ka aana jaana hai ......

Par isse koi tumhe koi sarokaar nahi,
kyunki abhi door talak jaana hai ....

Chahe saathi apne na rahe,
tumhe apna saath nibhana hai .....

Sagar ki gahrayii bandho, parvat ki unchayi napo,
path samtal tumhe banana hai .....

Hey raahi yeh raah hai tumhari,
abhi kisne tumhe pechhana hai.......

Chalte chalo, chalte chalo aye raahi,
kyunki abhi door talak jaana hai .....