Time

Time ticks, Days fly
Month swings, Years passby!

The ticking of the clock
Makes me wonder sometimes
Do I understand what is says
Or its just sound of chimes
Round and round it goes
Making all the things sublime
Before I do realize
The time has ticked, begrimed

The flying of the sun
Is different sometimes
Days run behind the nights
Both together make the rhythm of the chime
The speed with which they pass
Raises the trouble slowly and sublime
Before I do realize
The day has flyed, begrimed

The pace of the swinging calendar
Affect the things around sometimes
One goes two goes and third is gone
Disturbing the harmony of the chime
The pace with which it turns
Catch your breath in manner that’s sublime
Before I do realize
The month has swung, begrime

The passing of the years
Makes me look back sometimes
So many things all planned
Fell apart like the broken bells of chime
If given another chance
Would have done differently but not sublime
Before I do realize
The years passed, begrimed

Time ticks, Days fly
Month swing, Years passby!

Pussy in IMT N

The night of uruguay-ghana match had unrealistic endings. The circumstances were out of control not only in Africa but also in IMT Nagpur hostel!
I was watching the match and my room mate was sleeping in the room. So i had to leave the door titled and not closed. After the match was over I came to my room. Closed the door, changed clothes and went to bed. Suddenly after some time i hear some crazy noises. I suddenly got up and switched on the light. And suddenly i saw her in front my of bed on the table. She was looking at me and at her first glance i just jumped up off the bed. To give you a brief about her she is always seen around our hostel. Roaming here and there. We had crossed paths sometimes but with not much interaction.
But there she was suddenly jumping of the table. She looked at me and cried! I got nervous. Didn't know much what to do!With jerk reactions i just got up and opened the door. Took my shoe and throwed it on her. She cried a little and also frowned and left the room in an instant. Being hurt just before leaving she looked at me and shouted "meeeeaaaaaaaahhhhhhuuuuuuuuu"!!So by the end of my first week here I finally had a pussy in my room!!

In name of Honor

Today morning in the news paper I read about the killing of one of the journalist in Delhi. Previously it was assumed to be a suicide as she was found hanging in her own house. But when police tried to uncover the story they came to know that this was actually a murder. The culprit behind this was her own parents. The journalist actually had an affair with one of her batch mate in college and wanted to marry him. She was also supposedly pregnant with his child. But the guy was from a lower caste and so her parents were not agreeing to this marriage. The parents however argued that they had to protect their honor. This brutal and sad story made me think what could be the state of the mind of a father doing such a thing. Tried to pen down the dialog, that maybe the father would have wanted to say.

My Gurl, My Gurl

How do you do?

I know there were less troubles

The time when you grew

I gave you all the teaching

A wise man could prove

But the things that you did

Were very gruesome and untrue

Outside in the world

You started bringing your own cues

You questioned the rituals

And other people’s purview

The shape of the society

You started to askew

You actions left me scattered

With only consequences left for review

So I have to sit down

And question my own virtue

For all the things I did

Now hovers like a taboo

Everyone questions me

And think I am your lieu

Hence I have to do something

For my own rescue

Your shameful deeds

Had to be outdoed

I never wanted to but

Options with me were very few

I had to protect my Honor

For that I don’t rue

Old will always be there

There is really no place for the new

My Today

Every morning I get up with two thoughts in my mind

The demons of the past and what lays ahead in time

In this tussle of past and future my present is left behind

But now I have decided to make things a little less sublime

What has gone,has gone and happened in its prime

No use to sit back,cry and question all the time

The lessons learned the hard way but now need to wind

But today's chapter is still open so let me commit my crime

What will happen,will happen it is He who sings the rhyme

There ain't really no stitch that can save the nine

No matter how hard i think or try the control is not mine

But today's chapter is still open so let me commit my crime

Yesterday affects today affects tomorrow and it works in this outline

There was a today in past and it will again be used for future to define

So the crimes committed today are only for that frame of time

And when you carry it forward you cry forever and whine

Ash ko mein...

Yuhi kuch sawaalo ke jawab

Dhundta phirta hu main

Ash ko mein jeeta hu, dosto

Ash ko mein palta hu

Kyu, Kab, Kaise, Kaha

Jaanne ki tamana rakta hu

Par jaan kar aakir inka karu kya

Issi soch mein har waqt bikarta rehta hu

Chahu agar tho har sawalo ke jawab khoj du

Par unka saamna karne se thoda darta hu

Ash ko mein jeeta hu, dosto

Ash ko mein palta hu

Kafi waqt guzaar gaya

Bhag bhaga mera sab kuch bhigad gaya

Thehrav sa aa jaye

Kismat bhi ullaj jaye

Sabhi ko suljane ki himmat rakta hu

Ashko mein jeeta hu, dosto

Ashko mein palta hu

To let go

Ten thousands stars

And beneath I lie

Wanna snatch one down

But away it flies

No matter what

How hard I cry

Times change

But that hope never dries

A day will come

When my tears will shy

I don't want to

Still I ask myself Why

But I promise one thing

Before the goodbye

Will move on till again I fall

And again I try