Main kya karoon?

" I will become a Pilot bro", "Main toh doctor banungi, mere mom dad vahi chahathe hain ", " dad's business bhai, set hu mein udhar ", I want to become a model, actor ", " Mujhe masters karna hain, aur phir job ".. Waah, itne sapne, itne khwab, duniya bhi kya jeeti hain, bole toh Lajawaab.. Anyone here, who doesn't know what to do? Who doesn't know what's next? Who is living because there's an excitement in store tomorrow? Who always likes the risk in their life?.. I'm one of them, and it feels jhakaas, not knowing what you want to do, but knowing life's race is one where I don't want to come last.. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT TO DO, quite a common sentence aint it? It's okay not to know, but it's awesome to know you know.. BUT, uncertainty is also good, for tomorrow may bring in something unique in its hood.. YES, your family and friends will want you to have that 'degree', they will tell you do this do that, but you know buddy, do what you want to, if you want to relax, relax like a boss, if you want to play, play like a champion, because tomorrow's a climax, you never know what's in store.. Right now, how much do you have in your account? Don't worry about that unless urgent, just go with the flow and try out a lot.. Life's a cunt, fuck it with some love, and lick it before you penetrate, for savoring is for us.. I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do.. Let this ring in your head, and don't hurt that cute brain with pressure, for if it succumbs, you're gonna get nailed brother and sister.. Easy now, it's 7.06pm, go out smoke one, or walk the drive and toke one.. Ask yourself is this really want you want, and if you don't have an answer, baby you're on the right path.. Because tomorrow will get up, and bring in opportunity galore, you may be an engineer, but could be at an agency drawing on a social media board.. This is my 6th career change, and I don't know if I want to do this, so I'm savoring the daily pussy ( life ), and living like an eagle so not strange.. 

Life's a bitch, but a beautiful chick too.

Liked yesterday? Today is going on, is it delivering what you wanted it to? Tomorrow will come, but you never know how would it taste! We like tasting life, and depending on the taste we're happy or depressed.. There's magic in today, but there's magic only if you're the magician in this game, this game's harder than facing Mitchell Johnson at 150kmphr, it's the game of life, that we're all playing.. I never understand the people who take the 100 happy day challenge, your mother or bestie may die tomorrow, does it allow you to omit those days? Why get bribed into being happy, and forcing it on your face, and then if a day goes bad, and you 'manage' to squeeze in those 100 days, you still feel fucking hollow, where's the grace?.. If you're sad today, it's FINE, maybe you need that emotion to be happier day after, and if you're happy today, that's epic, because you need that to control your emotions tomorrow.. You're a born magician, with that wand in your hand, don't trick yourself buddy, just let the emotion come, and deal with it hand in hand.. Once in a while, let that tear drop as well, because we're humans, and we're gonna cry to smile, time and again.. Don't be too hard on yourself, you're not wood to be used during holi, just celebrate each moment buddy, because life's a bitch and a beauty..

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..