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..

Body inside a soul.

Keyboard in front of me, not figuring what I'm writing in such a spree,
Something has to give, for the body to dance on its nib,
You have to sway, because you're carrying a lot on your tray..

Each morning we brave the mess we're sleeping with the previous night,
Just like the local during the rains, the pilot during the turbulent flight,
The staircase to happiness is for you to climb, helping you reach the top are a few tags for a lifetime,
Friends they say stick around like a leech, then why would you want to be sitting lonely on the beach?

Grow that soul, and feed the monster within, because he's waiting to explode, he's waiting to SCREAM!!
The world has an opinion on your doing, but if it's a healthy doing, don't stop that going,
The going they say gets tough each day, but smile, because they all do, the pet, tamed and stray..

The beggar begs to fill his gut, he smiles because that was life's option, he can't keep shut,
His tears flow every night he can't sleep, comes his way a dog, wagging his furry streak..
Licking his tears and telling him not to worry, because he's God sent, he's the answer to his sorrow..

The train doesn't stop even when it's bombed, if you're living in Mumbai, death is just like anothet event, just a momentary frown,
Keep thinking about what can be done next, maybe your identity may change, maybe you'd challenge a quest..

If you want someone, question that want untill it explodes, the answer will either lie in front of you, or watch him/her go,
Life's short to wait for your actions, and the thinking makes you slower that calculating that decimal fraction,
Go tell him/her that you've been waiting for this change, thank them even though they don't expect that exchange..

Dawn will fall again, relish dusk this evening, once a while go meet God, fold your hands and whisper your story kneeling,
He's the degree teaching you lwhat you earnt, he makes you smart enough to face and chew the brunt..

Write, it's therapy beyond the dalai lama's sayings,
Write, because you're a bible, let the world know what you want to proclaim,
Write, for words only understand the mind,

Write because you're just a body in the soul entwined..

Zindagi, pyaar ki ek Fuljhadi.

Zinda hun, lekin phir bhi ek pyaas hain.. Saumdar ki gehrai mein ek pari, meri zindagi ki tu ek Fuljadi.. Yeh drishya suhana, tu meri aankhon ka Sitara.. Sameep ho ya dur, tu meri awaaz ki makhmali sur.. Har dastaan pe log anek chal rahe, jaise Duniya keh rahi ki Rukna Mana hain.. Har darwaaze pe tera Intezaar hain, har Ghaante ek nashe ki Bahaar hain.. Mein chal raha har din bina koi soch, Kal ka pata nahi, Dilasa degi ya ek Chot.. Khoobsurat se ek mahina hain ye, lekin waqt bhaag raha jaise zinda rehna hain ek khel.. Tumhari aadat jo bhi ho, pyaar karte rehna, varna hoga ek Visphot..