Get bored, it's okay to.

Okay, so two notes in a day.. Intense, very intense isn't it? That thoughts have started flowing, instead of a cigarette curbing the minds kick.. Relations, so many we share with numerous around, but the only one that lasts long, is the one you share with yourself lifelong.. No time to spend alone, the busy world robs you off time, body and soul.. Time after time, comes a circumstance when you need another, I don't deny that, but do you really spend time with yourself, sister, brother? You're not that bad after all, you can drink alone, and even smoke if you want.. Treat yourself and spend hours alone, till the time you may reach a stance, where boredom knocks on your door..

No title.

Sea awakening in front of me, more froth accumulating on the shore in a flurry.. I'm here to find an answer to a few questions, a common answer, a mighty surge.. What I'm I thinking about when I sleep? Why don't I look forward to a night with a peaceful streak.. Fail to understand the issue behind this catastrophe, well if it was for you, not sleeping would be a disaster packaged surprisingly.. The temple right behind where I sit, I believe I'm doing enough to Gods bit.. The shore is the dirtiest on the first high tide, where do I belong, where is that stride? .. Clueless than even before you're giving a hint during a treasure hunt, each day is adventurous, a tricky stunt.. Is my time up at my workplace, should I get cured for sleep or fucking wait? .. The answer will hit you not when you want it, but during the course of the year, so that you're not a bait.. So many regrets so many reasons to cry, but the joy lies in getting up each time, and aiming for the sky..

Write because someone will relate and feel.

Every story has a title, every saying has a bible.. Every movie has a climax, every day there's some sex.. Every moment has its mood, but not every house hold has food.. Every monday has sad smileys, every month end has its salaries.. Every thought has an instigation, every instigation has he or she, the manipulation.. Every job has a good day, everyone has a bad day.. Every cigarette has a satisfaction, not every delivery has a c section.. Every song has a line hitting you hard, every poem has a writer in the backyard.. Every death has a tear shedding, every loner has a path he's only treading.. Every day cannot ensure happiness, every individual doesn't expect a lot of kindness.. Every politician has a corrupt mind, every country cannot be just fine.. Everytime I write I ejaculate a lot of emotion, there are times I feel elevated and times I feel shunned.. Sitting in a corner and writing, I don't know nothing lying in the beckoning.. The morning sun shall rise again on my face, ill push myself to cut a another day, another phase.. No climax to what I write, the day there's one, we'll celebrate the thought together to that sight.. The night bringing in a lot of darkness, light your lamp and walk alone, light your furnace..

What?

What is death, what is birth, what is today, what is hope.. Someone smoking his cigarette in a corner of the world, someone trending on twitter, a reason why he stole the show.. Someone changing his status like his view on a debatable issue, someone riding a bike, his sight in place, but mind aloof.. Someone tweeting with a #, someone on a podium celebrating his worthy flag.. Someone sleeping early for the Monday in store, someone with no sleep, writing about someone, a daily chore.. What makes you realize an existence? Is it the Love is the money? What the fuck makes you want that person? Have you ever read the message a loved one sends you twice? It seems different when read again and again, it seems more intense, like that thunder, that rain.. Write a note to splurge your emotion, because there's no tax and strings attached when you want to puke a feeling, a notion..

Have you learnt something today?

As I listen to Anwar's prolific music, I strike a cord with my guitar, my thoughts, as I blink.. These lines make me crack open the lid to my bottle, as I get set to write a note again with full throttle.. Beautiful world, serene spells of emotion, just the way you feel, when it's winter and you apply that desired lotion.. As you walk a road with the rain shaving down, look to the sky, it's calling you, you're its crown.. Your worth is not only signified by a LO'real Paris Ad, but the want to fetch yourself a shining moment, love yourself lad.. Enriched with dark chocolate, no this isn't a copy for Bournville, but those eyes which you see in the mirror, glittering like a magical slate.. The eyes see the world and register it in your mind, have you seen the biggest spectacle, it's a mirror and you in front hey child.. Often you want to write down what you truly feel, but as you go to pen it down, there's a new thought, a new film.. Don't inspire yourself with the quotes or sayings others write with their name underneath, because that's just a push, as nothing can be more inspiring than you, yourself, just believe.. See the clock, it's ticking and taking you closer to tomorrow, don't you want to it stop, for this moment hasn't been relished like tandoori, buttered with line and masala, drool, my first thought.. As I conclude, I as usual with write a better one tomorrow, for this challenge only eradicates the grimace off my face, as I learn something from today, as I unleash my bottled sorrow..

Birthdays aate Jayenge

One year, 365 days, stories aplenty, but the memory always stays.. As I grow older, yes older each passing day, my hair just keeps getting sexier, don't you envy my say? ;) Last year showed me and prepared me for a lot, somewhere a mental clot, somewhere a battle fought.. The adventure is what makes each year write this tale, realized life's only on a mission to stain your life and make it pale.. It's an exciting living especially when you're sure to be entertained with misery or glee.. The writing never stops, and perhaps never will, because this is my peg, my pint, my high, my fucking will.. Don't let those emotions inside be it wherever you're, let it pour like the rain, when its back, as it floods, you ease out of that tar.. Much love to all those who wishes, and more love to the people who didn't, you'll are always in my prayers, just like that cigarette you smoke, and don't forget to head home without a mint.. So this year should be yet another enthralling episode, more to being health conscious, I vow to always be there for you all, love you all darlings..

Love, the beautiful word.

A football game somewhere, a fan in distress, one watching in utmost glare.. And he scores to make thousands echo his name, just like a hope in a poor man's grave.. She comes into your life the same way as a goal in the net, some disappointed at her choice, but she's only celebrating with his name.. She cries whenever there's disruption in her heart full of gold, why can't you let her score her golden goal, yes you, her only mould.. She juggles each day with you in mind, no matter what life has to show her, that ugly grind.. And when she finds her way through all the obstacles, she scores her heart to you, and breaks all her shackles.. Don't treat her like a princess, because she's God, don't love her like a lover, because she's worth more you retard.. Don't choke her like you're clipping her wings, she won't be able to ever get onto the stage and sing.. Sing that beautiful song, with her eyeballs reflecting your picture, she's more satisfied than you at a bar, with that pitcher.. Kiss her gently and evade her off all dreams, because she sees the reality, she sees you, her only dream and scream.. She's the water to your dirt, she's here to clean you, let her, for you will be born again, a rebirth.. Her touch as gentle as a feather just fallen off a bird, her soul as pure as the first smell of rain on that mud.. Smell her, she smells of you, even when away, she comes back, to cure you, cure you.. Celebrate her existence just like you celebrate your happiness, combine both, here you are at life's most beautiful jive.. Let loose and let her take control you forever, because she's pure, just like when she killed herself with that dagger.. Love strikes only once, and when it does, you either want to love back, or bite the dust.. Destiny will slap you if you let her wrath in pain, for a change be that hand, and wipe her off, that stain.. Its you and her together, let the world be witness to your baby, life's most tender shelter.. Love not to expect the same, but live because you're born to share, because it erases agony, anguish and pain..