Breathe some more..

We get tired, like really tired on days, that's when we have the nights, which suddenly flares up the soul's stairs.. And we climb, tirelessly trying to find our floor, and when we do, we go to sleep behind that door.. There's something about you that you like, and there's something about you that you hate, and each passing day would be a blend of it on your plate.. Sometimes you're standing behind the curtain watching the world go by, sometimes you're the leader, and following you are numerous that time.. Ever asked yourself why can't you ever be at peace? Because the rattle in the mind often keeps us at ease.. Nothing's perfect, and it's not meant to be, because if it was, you won't be living life without cheese.. Like the still water in that bottle, you're standing now, waiting to be the wave that would run ashore.. Noise is what you need, but you find yourself best in silence, so make some noise inside, and be your own remote of guidance.. Breathe some more each time when you feel you're getting choked, and breathe a little less, because life's a fucking dope..

Who is HE?

There was a boy, a brave boy, who took on the world,

There was a boy, didn't get all he wanted, and his wants died,

There was a boy, facing the storm, and reaching the shore safely,

There was a boy, who kept wandering, with no destination, wirelessly..

He had dreamS, and not a dream because he wanted to conquer, 

He had the energy, the grit, the power within to make winning occur,

He never slept, never got up, kept dreaming about all that he dreamt off,

He always stood by his people, and spoke only when they were tired with that speaking cough..

Never asked for more, he was always content with little,

Never gave up trying, and if he did, he tried hard to nail that shuttle,

Never looked down upon whoever came his way,

Never asked for help, he was raw, he was scripting his own play..

Always wanted to love, and make the world happy,

Always took care, nurtured, and if you created a mess, he'd gladly clean all that was crappy,

Always had an eye for big things, but circumstances made him stop somehow,

Always fed the world when he got a chance and went to places in search for solace and how..

They said he kept trying, and maybe will keep trying even if he has nothing, and also that he looks at everyone of you, and tells you a story everytime you meet him.

Who was he, or who is He?

Is he you?

Is he me?

Is he GOD?

Don't search really hard for answers, because life's a journey, and you're maybe better if those answers remain unanswered - kj

It's her, it's HER #HeSaid

Love, just 4 letters, but an ocean of emotions come together making it, haven't written on it in a while, so today let's have that love hymen to slit.. They're catching each others hands, they're looking into those eyes, they come closer than ever, they exchange the pleasant sighs.. Hand in hand, the eyes lock into each other, they're just an inch away, that breadth feels heavier than ever.. Can you see her in those eyes? Does she complete your world? Will she love you always? WILL YOU ever be able to be together? All these assure that you're in Love, yes I am too, with a girl I cannot be with.. She's beautiful, she's adorable, she's all I will have till grow old and am partially audible.. She's lamp to empty road, she's the thread to the kite above, she's the pacemaker to the heart, she's the ball in that tender glove.. She fills the heart's cylinder, she tranports me into peace, she destroys that bad emotion, she's my soul's noble key.. She's everything I want, but yet nothing of her is what I can be granted, she's all I need each day, and still I have to pray and pray.. Her face is full of energy, emitting a unique light, but she's non existent now, she's the reason I'm a rugged flight.. I loved her for years, she tore me time after time, but even when I have myself today, her absence leaves me hollow inside.. Wherever you are, wherever you will be, just remember only a thing, that you willl never be loved this thickly.. For all what happened, for life to take such a transition, you're where you are, and me ongoing with my mission.. Whoever I meet, wherever I go, your face will follow, your face will follow.. Glow each day, I pray for the ambiance around you to be marvelous, outshine the world, give justice to the word glamorous.. Shine like a star, win like a champion, I love you and will always do.. #HeSaid

When Granny Turned 5.

Green grass, a cigarette bud, feathers and a girl with her grandmom, she smiles looking at the girl, she can't walk, but she smiles like the girl's her God.. Her eyes fixed on the girl's movement, her heart beating like footsteps on a pavement.. They smile, beautiful story, they walk, the girl leading the granny, so holy.. The old age stick suddenly seems away, as the grandmother gets up, slowly walks towards her cute child.. The girl's exploring everything around her, everything seems new, the sand, the bench, the earth's floor.. She watches a train go by, with awe and eagerness, the mother's smiling thanking the lord for this time.. One's 5 and the other 85, but the latter today looks like she's just started walking, she feels like a kite.. I watch them love, I watch them share, as I write again, sitting on this chair so square.. Relations, they're quite the thing you know, these individuals are like the arrow to their bow.. They will come here tomorrow, and time and again, and then one day the girl will be 85, and she'll thank God for these memories galore..

Leave the adult behind, CHILD.

You're down, you're scratched,
Why do you want everything to be a snatch?
The waiting game is always fruitful girl,
Don't want so much, you'll burn..

Burn brighter than the sun at noon,
Life's a boat, the shore's in sight, you'd be there soon.
Get off! Are you leaving something behind?
Oh yes, your past, it's good, it got you choked and entwined..

Cut the roap, let the boat glide,
The sea has its perils, let the 'boat' and them coincide.
Life left behind, you're on shore,
Off with those tags, bore, chor, whore...

YOUniverse calling, start walking forward,
Look up, because the sand will start pulling you downward.
You're there, can you see me standing?
I'm smiling, why you panting?

Run, you were an athlete so neat,
Walking is for the adult, cut loose, striptease.
Don't ask me where was I,
I was waiting right there, but your eyes were shut, was it a teary sty?

Can you see me clearly, can you see me now?
I'm right here, touch me, you're safe in my tow.
Open those eyes, see yourself queen,
The word ugly feels dismal when asscociated with you, you're clean..

Yesterday you were at the oceam, braving a storm,
I came along, threw you off balance, dirty song.
Hi, little one, you don't need to shine like that tile,
Just, leave that adult behind, child..

Go back to when you owned the world,
Toys, gardens, you, chiseled and curled.
Stand to demolish, stand to bury history,
You're associated to power, cut the agaonizing rope, you'll be the face to glee..

Stoner with a Boner

They go to places even real estate agents never did, they get dealers, who have their stash, quite a clean chit.. Maal, the translation to drugs you score, the club, awaits you with an open door.. Stoner on the road, stoner on the tracks, stash in my sock, hidden inside a case in my bag pack.. The stoner with a boner is the Man many want to be, the man with a joint and on the other side the same guy fiddling with a chick's G.. No shadying, they get their way with no bowing.. Came along the feminine gender, wanting to explore the stick, not the penis this time, they stare down the road, the sky, while tinkles that wind chime.. Gazing on a chase, life on a 'Blaze', they're the stoner's born, the stars of the night torn.. When age will take a toll, either they'd rise, or their soul.. They don't need no laughing club, just an early morning Gola of weed before a dump, following the same night came along a fleet of girls, one of out five, want to stone hump.. The stoner and his boner, get life to 'rise', an addiction if tomorrow, "Hi Rehab, fuck it's all jeopardized".. The boner cries till it's out of 'tears' due to the damage within, the stoner lies injected with more, immune to traffic within.. The stoner with a boner dies an early age, but those years live to yell a tale, of a life style, raged and engaged..

Mumbai, the queen in a thong

Mumbai, the Mafia's maska, Mumbaikar, the man with a chaska, matter karega toh milega lafda, pyaar karega toh milega Jhaatka.. Fundas and pandus are street smart here, life travels with no gear, no fear.. The local train is a ventilator for the major chunk, the streets never fail to drool you over with their junk.. Bhaigiri in every gaali, zyada bolega you go home without a bulli.. Girls like to let down their swag, guys act like chicks, they love to brag, 'From Mumbai, Maharashtra' on your facebook profile? Feels good, doesn't it, this city being your domicile.. You can't be bovine to achieve your desire, you laze or feel permeated, you catch fire.. The highways are often painted with speeding tyres, tycoons and mantris, in their lal batti, running about in that fiery attire.. Vada pav, a staple diet, the fat mumbaikar, can never keep his stomach quiet.. Break ups, are quite the reasons for suicides here, puberty seems to be a dagger creating a stir.. But they breathe, they fight, they love to feed one and all, this is we, back to normalcy, hours after an aftermath sprawled.. Roses without a hymen, skies are blue, but the pollution here, will certainly make you puke.. The tobacco flute is the tune every ad professional here blows, Hi 30 years, will I even seen you, bro? Fight for survival, the hefty push in the train, people want space from their loved ones, and Mumbai wants space from the builders who want to build their terrain.. Mumbai chokes in every toke, while you try to evoke and soak.. This city has manifested itself into a charm indeed, and somehow manages to feed every greed.. Mumbai, where I was born and turned brawn, here's a note dedicated to you, you queen in a thong..