Round-ism of Life

How sometimes we are just peddling,
the only cycle of meaningless life.
How it never comes to a stop
Stop until we die.

The circle of lust.

Blinded, shut behind the only folds.
I see u raping me..
You know it
And u know it so right,
how we mate..
My blood boils as the vein bursts
and u do it again, yet again..

Even then you will still make me moan tonight, thinking of her
when I'll die orgasmic in your arms..
shaking to every bone, and
remorselessly will the sex drive end!

Never Ending

Following one
before the last comes
continues the chase
in the dream race

So it is..

"How perfect would every secret be.. "
If only we knew, there's not everything, everyone needs to know..

One tragedy in a name..

Perhaps even Shakespeare wouldn't be able to create a character like that of KARAN in Mahabharat.

My Pink Fairy

I wish I would have never to see you grow, my baby girl,
And grow like nothing else
but in the future tense..

How I Wish you would be in my arms forever..
When you make me think.
Like a magic, how you dangle at my breast
and pinch pink in the murmurs of my daily chores :)

Oh.. I Wish you would be in my arms forever..
Chuckle, as the lullabies chime in your ear.
And at around no particular hour when you roll off to the land of the fairies..
and all what seems pink and cute
My girl,
how you inhale
the fragrance of the peaches, the roses and the vanilla blossoms there
and how you exhale and bring to me
all what is so sweet and warm there..

Awwhh.. When u croon and sigh..
when u sleep right there..

How no guns and machines
bring a glint in your eyes
n look how a barbie
or a two toothed bunny makes u box everything on the toy bed

Hahaha.. goes my heart to hear you, make me deaf at the thought.

All seems belonging to you
and nothing I could ever take away.
But brings me back to think.. closer to you..
To see you slipping away, to the years ahead..
But then it also feels right
to have you growing closer to me,
to have you phasing into a one just like me,
to have you know what was it once to be like me..

If once u would only remember, my baby girl, how i never wished you would grow.. :)

Peak mehendi emotions and The storm today :D yaayy !

Oh this is me. Like whatever i m doing right is "fun gunjan" (reminds me of fun bobby in friends :P) haha so right now my hands are mehendi-d :D well tomoro's a family function and so I m not keeping myself out of any bit of decoration required on me.

Well we will be off delhi.. N today as has been my rule.. till 9 pm my shopping was on. Which included a talk with a mehendi walah when he was carving peacocks, fishes, check patterns, circles and curvy lines in no sense totaly. But i guess i m a very good mehendi lagwaane waali.. cause by the end of the mehendi session he told me "madam next time aayein toh salaam thok ke jaaiyega" ..hehe

(oh typing with mehendi on is so much fun)

anyway i desperatley want to prick my nose and put this strand of hair behind my right ear right now bt I cant so ..
Also when i was in connaught place around 4:30 today, filling my stomach at KFC(they dint had teh crushers and i was having a veg platter ;) ) after this despearate round of searching through chooridaars.. throght the emporium sgement i came out of KFC n i saw DARKNESS :-|

Really it was dark at 4:30 pm I looked around and everbody was running al drenched, some guy carrying his girl in his arms.. aww.. and some other getting all the more amused.. some uncles discussing "how they have never seen such a storm in there 50 years " :P (uhhuh how amusing uncle.. even i havnt in my 2o smthng life :P)

I sware given .. if i hadnt been wearing white i would have gone dashing through the storn to another block which was hardly 6 steps(jumping 6 steps) next.. but umm I did :P and oh god i was badddly drenched (orc which i had to stop at fab india and standin front of there fan for every 10 ins i wnet into the changing room)

Finally when i had reached my auto stand there was no auto.. :P how much delhi like cud this day be.. unpredicatble and stupid !
yes not finidng auto is very stupid.. I found it aftr 30 mins of constant arguing with delhi auto uncles and bhaiyas.. and i came back home at 9 ! woo woo ! :D
At home everybdy is serving me :D yayay princess !
N i m so happy :) and well this is what matters :)

15 August' 2009

A flash second be granted today to me,
To an immortal past and a relevant future to be..

Streak of passive blood and a hunger for a freedom adjourned,
is where many paths combined to become one..

Overwhelmed with gratitude and epithets synonymous to it,
I salute My Mother, the treasurer of this all..

Vande Matram !!
to the souls who still shine on us
To those who are in que
and to those who long for it.. :)

For 'the times'

The stale story of a miser love..
One cave, enveloping endless roads to the love destination ..
Of a time bound relationship
Of regular interruptions..

The times i missed you in the craziest moments.
Singing the tunes of our old favorites..

Of how much I have missed u from then till now..
Continues the missing of the times together.

The face of anger

Shout
As so close to the ear
so it may tear, the last web of connected nerves.
But get rid of the anger,
inside u..
for it needs to break through.

Oh My God !

I have been shot And its too late to realize by whom. Well already he is twenty years older (I see Y it is such a wasted life) and Now.. hello? i saw him so-oo-oo late.. sniff.. But glad to know it made me realise how a crush feels like, all over again.

"Matt Le Blanc.. !! "Right now!!" is my line of declaration for him.

Lets see without even counting the possibility of meeting him ever I just want to pass on my most desired desires to him. Twenty Two is not that bad an age to announce it right ? This man is such a Turn On . Like.. Oh My God !!
I want him Bayyyyyydddllyy !! If only heaven could care about it anymore..

Sighh.. 'I do' beleive in miracles !!

Spill the words of My Choice

From a distance.. So near ..
Amongst the noises made by our hearts.
Provoked thoughts impedes me nowadays to hear u say..
All those words I have been quenching for !!
So baby, the next time you open your quivering basin of pink petals...
Which snubbed to balm anyone else...
For me.. From now..
Just make sure you make a movement in the tunes of "Te Quiero" .. Somehow !!

Sex...

When The 'name' is enough.
When The only times 'lust' and 'love' are undifferentiated.
When you know the countless ways to gain 'satisfaction'.
When More then a cup of coffee, you know what is to be 'addictive'.
When its easier to Remember 'numbers'.
When you admitt being close to 'heaven'.
When 'creativity' redefines the artist in you.
When, sometimes the opposites 'attract'.
When the mutest of 'silence' is required.

When all of this come in no particular order
Then it should be close to guess.. That you know what is sex !

Prayer

Tightly shut eyes
hands clasped together
sequenced row of candles
hair tied together
down on knees and my head touching the finger tips
I descend to the feeling of rhymes
I obey the mystic of inner divine
Transcending from this age to the other
Manifesting yesterday with tomorrow
grounding each of them with today
Shedding the fears with the pain of sorrow
Smiling upon the courage with the sprinkle of happiness
I embrace all of this
to form one prayer for each day ..

"The book of love.." -Peter Gabriel

This song .. has really touched me and has left me completely mesmerized. I imagine someone singing it for his/her beloved, when he/she is desperately offended or annoyed or upset with the other.
Beauty of a song!
Sure it did touch me, and touch me so deeply to have me put it here..
...

The book of love is long and boring!!
No one can lift the damn thing..
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing..

But I...
I love it when you read to me... !!
And you
You can read me anything.

The book of love has music in it!!
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb

But I
I love it when you sing to me.. !!
And you
You can sing me anything.

The book of love is long and boring!!
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know

But I
I love it when you give me things... !!
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings...
And I
I love it when you give me things...
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings...
And I
I love it when you give me things.....
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings.
You ought to give me wedding rings.

Where?

Journey back to you,
Or to hell,
Or to either ?

Each of them sounds similar to the second. Or it is more like the BUDDHA'S middle way (here to hell), in between two worlds, each worse then the words after and before it.

As for me, Well I choose none...

"I m still scared to face the minutes turning to hours,
In proximity to the aligned stars."

BAY OF BOMBS(BOMBAY) - 27/11

Bombay (I prefer attaching my association with the city's old name) turned into a "BAY OF BOMBS"..
I M IN A STATE OF HORROR , DISBELIEF AND SHOCK!

The mass killing of "innocent, unaware and the most normal" human beings in the BOMBAY ATTACK, is the most ridiculous thing, happened to India.
The target placed on HOTEL TAJ has left me to think and rethink about the post independence emotions attached with the hotel.
I m Thinking about those people who left the hotel minutes before this bloody attack!
I m thinking about those people who entered the hotel minutes before this bloody attack!
I m enveloped in the grieve cries of the families and friends who had plans for the future together
I m unable to speak for the most normal people like ME like YOU who could have been there..
I m tired now to avoid thinking about the exact scene, the people who were stuck in there, the corridors, the rooms, the walls of the hotel.
I m stuck between the voluminous sounds of bullets and granites .
I cant control the stream of tears when I replace myself being in such a situation.

Hope Bombay-iits gain "hopes" to have a peaceful many-tomorrows to come..
Hope the courage of the innocent and the bravest of the souls rests in peace...
Hope this city rises against all the odds done to it in less than a quarter of this week....
Hope the citizens of Bombay be the one to install the awakening in the nerves of a common Indian, for out ruling even the slightest of intentions of the terrorists out and out of our OUR LAND!

Day is not far when The attack of the Taj hotel Bombay will turn into TAJ MAHAL.. because ultimately the terrorists motives were to strike and hit at the "minds and hearts" of an average Indian...That day is not far..

If something has to be done, the beginning has marked itself, on its own, for us to begun.. here and now!!

Nangloi to Mumbai- Bus No.910(sayyed Nangloi) !

"Jaats are really funny"
Cant say about those who are from the sub-urbs or urbs or rural areas but the Delhi ones are hilarious. And the one jaat I wanna talk bout here is the conductor of the morning blue-line I board.

He is a funny guy. He is a very funny guy. He is a very very funny guy. Leaving everything aside I think he is REALLY FUNNY.

He even asks his fellow driver to stop the bus until and unless i reach the stop(mind you its no college bus. no private bus its a BLUE-LINE). And often he discounts me on tickets.(ok these things are not funny!)

BUT TODAY HE BROKE ALL RECORDS OF FUNNYNESS! :D

This female entered the bus and said "bhaiya(brother) ye bus nangloi jaayegi"
hahah.. this bhaiya said "Na nangloi na jaaygei.. je to mumbai jaaygei" !! :P :P hahah..
saying this he abused in his harsh yet sweet jaat lingo, adjusted his shirt a little bit.
Standing next to me he grumbled something and said.. "meddem(not madam) je log chadh jaate hain apne baap ki gaddi samajh ke, ticket lene ke naam pe meddem poochte hain ye gaddi kahan jaayegi. Nai meddem aap batao.. Je nangloi likha hai saamne board pe toh Nangloi hi jaayegi na.. ki mumbai jaaygei..(abused again) !!

I don't know and I cant explain, how i managed to "kill" literally kill my burst of laughters. But I expressed my concern by giving a serious look of understanding.

he said : Meddem.... (someone called him for ticket.. he left.. n by that time my stop came)

I immediately messaged my frens about this hiliarios-tic episode ! :P
:) everymorning I meet this playful, funny and typical jaat conductor. Something to boast for a good start everyday .. sigh !

My Japanese Lectures

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Kaleidoscope Heart.

The Golden ray of the sun above everyones head on earth, fell on a Kaleidoscope.

That golden ray split into multitudes of beaming rays, with which a thousand mirrors inside became so bright and alive, inside the Kaleidescope. And when anyone saw those mirrors they smiled... they actually saw the beautiful symmetric pattern of that Kaleidoscope.

I m the Kaleidoscope, however that Golden ray of sun has gone.

Wherever the golden beam goes may it brings life to a Kaleidoscope.. which has only mirrors.. waiting for a Golden ray to fall on them.. !!