HONOUR KILLING..............................

As I came back.....

From the journey of my dreams.....

Some blood was running....

From my wounded heart....

Somebody have thrown...

Stones on my head...

I thought they were waiting...

Since when I went to bed...

I can't conclude why....

Multitude of peoples are all around....

And it does not make sense

To walk around...

Suddenly i screamed...

With fear...

I called him....

O ! my dear...

Somebody told about me..

As I made a mistake....

It seems to be.....

Life threatening......

I can't understand...

What is happening....

I don't remember..

What the hell i did....

Just shaking my head....

Their eyes are red..

Vibrations started..

And set up in my heart...

I heard somebody...

Calling me insane...

But I think...

I was the same...

The same as I were...

As weak as I were all the days....

Not a bit stronger...

Started to cry...

Tears made my heart wet...

Still don't remember....

What mistake..

I have made...

I found myself... 

In a cage...

But don't think myself..

So offensive with rage...

If they secure his persistence...

Then only I can answer...

They started to crush his head...

Surely I would like to be the next....

Bend down my lord.....

Try to save yourself.....

Eyelashes have gone...

Down with the flow....

Some pieces of flesh..

Occluding my eyes...

They are just..

Gonna kill us....

Because...........

"I stayed with him whole night..."

HANDFUL OF JOY & A SEA OF SORROW.................................

    

   

   

    

  

'Handful of joy and a sea of sorrow…….'

 My Mornings colliding with noon…….

 These mornings are fresh less…..

 And I am not efficient ,unlike all…….

 My Eyes are down now…..

 Either my ears have stopped to respond ………..

 Or their voices are not effective……..

 Degrees of alertness have gone away……..

 Not sure about its destination…….

 But it has been drowned somewhere……

 I can guess where…..

'Handful of joy and a sea of sorrow……'

 Needles of clock do not make sense for me…

 And its tickling sound hurts me always…..

 I am too slow to run…….

 And its going too fast……

 Don’t know why it is in hurry…….

 No one is here to give me a company…….

 And why should I run if no one is competitor...

 In my race I am the first and last…….

 With loneliness, as my companion…..

 Don’t know where this race will end…..

 I can guess where…

'Handful of joy and a sea of sorrow…'

 Please don’t go on my smiling face…

 It is same from my birth….

 These expressions want to ensure my dear ones…..

 If I will not be there anymore…..

 Then please try to laugh on my chuckles…….

 Oh Still I am searching a true smile from my heart…..

 I should stop and search a better place nearby…

 Otherwise multitude of people will not let me live…

 This search will end with you and me…..

 But really don’t know where……

 I can guess where…..

'Handful of joy and a sea of sorrow……..'

“Your hand still in my hand”

 This illusion makes my life easier…..

 Please don’t try to open my eyes…

 Otherwise I will be unable to find my existence…..

 And will go down…..

 I hope someday my lucky star will fall….

 And I will ask for “your hand in my hand”…….

 To someone who lives beyond the sky….

 Heart has crossed the limits and roaming outside….

 Can you guess where it will stop…….

 I am sure it will end where.…

"Handful of joy and a sea of sorrow…….."

 

                                                            

                                                                                                                         

THE VARIABLE HOPES

I met a brick maker,

making the shapes....

When it show cracks,

he usually tapes........

Every time he sees,

upward with tension....

But will get little money,

No extra commotion.....

‘sky is wide,

and black enough though....’

‘Will it be raining ...’

‘i hope no.......’

i met a farmer,

ploughing a field...

Earths some seeds,

seeking the yield...

arranges his food,

while giving it to others...

But while he sees up,

his heart utters...

‘sky is wide,

and black enough though....’

‘Will it be raining ...’

‘i hope so........’

MY FRIEND NEERAJ.............

This poem is dedicated to my dearest friend Neeraj……………..who is the one among person who inspired me……I welcome all to read it……….comments invited………it came directly from my heart so may be boring for some persons……but I just want to convey my msg to u {neeraj} in a different way………read it pls…and comment how u feel………

The day we met,

The things were not set.

I was really upset,

Except my loss nothing was to get....

I needed a note,

This could help me like a boat………………..

U were on my front seat,

i saw ur shirt well pressed n neat...

I was staring at my white sheet..

I tapped ur shoulder And it was our first meet.........

You too were starting in the same day,

like always u were , with ur shy NEERAJ WAYS…………

“Then i came to know the concept of dosti...

DOSTI im sure abt ur dosti..........”

 It is how our frdship began….

& then many races we together ran....

Your aged cycle how can I forget...

Rides we enjoyed how can I eliminate......

I remember you drove it 100 percent almost...

Not my fault dear, no breaks, only quake & u were d host........

That day cycle was fast cuz we were going far...

So funny that incident how we collide with car...

Angry modern woman her staring eyes...

Our smiling faces and her size.........

Thx for how u supported as I was away from home...

For presenting tasty food cooked by ur sweet mom...

After each exam we appreciated each other...

At every problem we stood together....

"here enters the gabbar singh koyi aur nhi bhai apne Sharma ji h na.....

Leave it dosti ye to h hi kamina....

muje gussa aaya to mushkil ho jayega iska jeena...

Neeraj tu tension mat le yar main hu na...."

Can’t count the long journeys for exams we shared...

To each other, more than a brother we cared...

Another day u came by bike....

Raja mandi was d first thing wat strike...

Petrol we wasted...guess how much……..

Increased laps for Miss Pl ,were crazy that much...

How can u forget every time 50 rs fine,

Whenever we went for afmc form ,was a wrong time.....

Be careful now n u should wear a helmet,

With u all required document u should take....

Like me, u also was without girl friend that time...

About ex girlfrds & same stories We chatted hundred times ....

One night before the exams u called ur girlfrd…..

Her brother scolded n u was out of trend...

Girl’s phone numbers we needed…..

Some naughty things were seeded...

We shared all numbers...

 Recorded their voice and seen their jumpers...

“In every break special kachodi of dewaani.......

Bhut mushkil h yar ye to bhut bdi kahani...”

Do u remember the small footpath tea shop...

Every evening we went...a tea and d beautiful daughter of cop...

“Next was deekshalay, where we met a philosopher...

Kamine tu kese bhulega bagal wali sweet nurstary teacher...

dhokha kha jate h log kyuki tu h b bada bhola na...

Par in sb mamlo me h tu bhut bda kamina...”

"PAR DOSTI I AM PROUD OF YOU………..

FOR EVERYTHING HATS OFF TO YOU…………"

“Sale tera dhyaan kidhar h,

kya dekh rha h koyi sapna...

Raat bhar jag k likhi h,

isliye pls bhai thoda dhyan se padh na...”

We boarded on train, which was going to shimala...

chalti train se kude the be bda teda mamla....

For every mistake we were caught not alone...

I still remember yar apna FM wala phone......

We wrote many exams, did not selected for 2 yrs...

I became serious but u still cheers......

"We lost many games, but we laughed always...

Seeking new mornings finding new ways..."

SORRY dosti ,I cheated u that time....

Don't know how i got selected before came ur time...

NOW EVERYTHING IS FINE, I GUESS…..

U  DOCTOR ME DOCTOR, NOW WE WILL WIN THE RACE……………

Here its going to end...

Everything is ok but where is our frdship band...

For me dear ,u are like a transparent box...

Btw NEERAJ JAYANT always rocks...

Really don't need a frdship band…

Story will continue its not an end...

Pls Remind me in my 60s or whenever....

To continue this poem which will continue forever...

Will we forget each other... NO , NOT AND NEVER.....

Because Dosti UR MY BEST FRIEND EVER................

Now I need a boat,

dosti would u give me a note ,

yar At least give me single paper...

U still don't know im a good boat maker...

We will make a boat and will slide back into the past...

We will go to our childhood when we missed each other so fast..........

KYU CHALE NA YAR......

STILL ALIVE.......

sometimes i think much...................

many things are going such............

sometimes i fall................................

cuz to withstand not enough tall......

sometimes i feel ..............................

and there is no big deal...................

sometimes i got down......................

cuz don`t have a crown....................

sometimes i failed............................

and my life going to be nailed..........

i have many wounds but still i arise.

cuz my ray of hope is still alive........

AND SO I AM..................................