My home

My home…
It’s like a world to me

For my parents
It’s a sanctum sanctorum
To share all their day
When we return in the evening

For my siblings
It’s room full of friends
Where they play everyday
And nurture their life with joy

For my neighbours
It’s a knock on the door
To borrow smiles and lend bliss
For this is what we have

For my relatives & friends
It’s just another home
Sharing everything we have
Weaving us an another family

For me
It’s like a world, indeed
With millions of memories
Living happily ever after

They, me and the state

They sing the Dance of Death
For me it’s the Band of Boredom
They call it a sense of Ennui
For me it’s the essence of existence

When for them it’s the awakening
State of Lethargy is for me
And for them it’s a tough fight
An easy recipe for me

There are words eaten by them
Mine are free-flowing and endless
They seem in a state of urgency
It’s a delayed duty for me

They think its Gender Differences
It’s Wavelength Difference for me
They know it’s beyond their etiquette
But a call of protocol for me

For them it may be just a thing
Like a world it’s for me
Then it’s a small step for them
But a wide gap it is for me

Greater, Greater, Life on a Crater

Imagine something greater
Like life in a crater

This City is full of pits
We are living life in some bits

Lets escape to the moon
For april, may and june

Not only 'tll be calm
My wounds'll also heal

Wont go alone there
To my folks, 't wont be fair

Sorry dude, no sms on moon
i promise, 'll return soon

Air for breakfast, crust for lunch
for dinner, 've moonlight to munch

Play and talk and talk and talk
early morning, 'll go for walk

No mosquitoes to bite me out
No boss on me to shout

It would b a perfect holiday
After that 'll shift for everyday

All set to imagine everything greater
Flyin' off for life on a crater

If I feel, I will

If I feel depressed I will sing.
If I feel sad I will laugh.
If I feel ill I will double my labour.
If I feel fear I will plunge ahead.
If I feel inferior I will wear new garments.
If I feel uncertain I will raise my voice.
If I feel poverty I will think of wealth to come.
If I feel incompetent I will think of past success.
If I feel insignificant I will remember my goals.
Today I will be the master of my emotions.

The person who has written must have gone through many philosophies. Finally he came to a conclusion that its our emotions that play our life, not others. Others emotions are a consequence of ours.

Chained Thoughts

Living my life in a viscious circle
Oblivious of a corner
Nor a destination
Dried out of fascination

My ambitions are dependent
And thoughts are chained
Have a particular stand
Which is hard to understand

Its not out of happiness
Nor a sorrow may be
But it is full of dreams
Unbaked though it seems

Want to free the minds
Of surfaced dependency
No doubt its a parasite
Which needs a tough fite

For me, its not money
Rather its convenience
Which makes life busy
And my head dizzy

A bag full of questions
Hunting for solutions
But i think its dependancy
Which hurts my fancy

A bath in my thoughts
Followed by a weep a cry
Stop!!! lifes not tough
Rather it is rough

Its not my fault
For its my make
Finding faults here n there
Ending its a stupid fair

Sayin sorry again n so
Will not make things better
By pumping a guilt factor
Fifty gallons per hectare

This is no poetry
But my chained thoughts
Spilling outta everywhere
Changin lanes in fast gear

Stranger in my own world

It’s the wait
It’s the wait that makes me live longer
That makes my thoughts wander
And my feelings go fonder
what makes me ponder...

A second look at the time
Couple of hours to go home
Cup of coffee, stare at the lappy
And a round of chats
With ol’ n new friends

Finally home in the company
Of family and neighbors
Food, rest and li’l bit work
A bed and a book
With phone on my side

A ring from a friend
Ends the eternal wait
Chitter, chatter n gossip
Blanket from toe to tip
Snores chase the chores

Morning again haunts me
It’s the packing that we
Engage the entire time
Rush to reach the office
Not to be late again

From home to office
We just work
Packing and re-packing
Hunt for what’s lacking
Is the crux of being

The wait makes me stronger
Makin moments stay longer
Day after day I wait
To become a stranger
In my own world

its just mee

Am I ditto like Calvin
Who has just his Hobbes
with him as a friend
who exists just for him

he just sees his parents
day in and day out
does not like his
female friend
neither his miss wormwood

for me hobbes is my soul
i talk to myself
jus like calvin talks to
Hobbes

even i hav many people around
its jus more of me
everytime
i talk to everyone
tell them my plans
my problems
my dreams

but am i being true to 'em?
at times i jus don knw
y i go sad suddenly
i jus want to be with me

because ppl ask me reasons
of which i don hav any replies
do i have to give reasons
am i liable to give reasons
everytime

even when i tell them
to leave me alone
their questions lurk me
when i go happy again

am i not the master
of my own mood
y i hav to behave as
others do

i have started believing
i am jus a mask
my face has lost
or its jus inside
but this mask is
a permanent one

a mask
which cannot be removed
which cannot be chased
which cannot be adopted
its just meee

the escape

Inside me there’s a hollow
A desire to follow my dreams
To work at my will
And feel like a bird

Inside me there’s a call
A decision to make on my own
To stay with whom I like
And ferry the boat aside

Inside me there’s a chase
A track to pursue with ease
To breathe the fresh wind
And never look behind

Inside me there’s a life
A thought to express for all
To give away everything
And escape to…

I think...

I think...

Near the river at the bank
To the sky in the evening
On a hill by the bench

I think...

By my mother when sad
For my sister when is bad
At the table to my mirror

I think...

During exams when confused
Making excuses when caught
Feeding mind when bored

I think...

Peace the state in terror
Feed the needy in hunger
Save nature in slumber

I think...

Funny ideas on this blog
So you people can log
Write sumthin and hog

I think...




Do you think???

चार पहर की जिंदगानी

मुझे प्यारी है वह सुबह
जब आसमान गीला होता है
जब धूप सुनहरी होती है
जब मुझे जगाने अम्मा आती है
जब चिडिया की आवाज़ मुझे सताती है
मुझे दोपहर मैं पसंद है
सुने रास्ते जिन पर कोई nahin चल रहा
जब बरगद की छाओं ठंडी लगती है
जब चौकीदार उबासी लेता है
जब माँ थक कर बैठती है
मुझे शाम सुनहरी लगती है
जब मंदीर मैं आरती होती है
जब अम्मा भजन गाती है
जब पापा फोन करते हैं
मुझे सबसे अच्छी लगती है रात
जब खाना परोसा जाता है
जब दादाजी कहानी सुनते हैं
जब हम बातें करते करते सो जाते हें
हो गया दिन पूरा
kal है फिर नई सुबह
फिर नया संकल्प
चल रहा यूँही जीवन का पहिया

This is how u interprete my mind

I saw a tree with leaves red and blue
But blue is the color of my hubby's hair
Hair are few on a bear's back
Sole's back is the front of a shoe
Shoes look elegant while I wear a saree
How bout combination of saree n dhoti
Floral printed dhoti is d dress code of d office
Imagine n office devoid of chairs but has big beds
Bed is d place where I keep my chappals
Hey my chappals have huge smart watch
Watch d needles jumping from d clock
Clocks would b worn as bindis soon
I like bindis which are transparent in color
Color, color, which color do you want
I want a huge pant which is not of my size
Size doesn't matter when it's a love letter
The letter 'F' don't u think is funny
'Funny Singh Iyer' is the name of my car
Two wheeler car is unbelievable Yaar
Unbelievable is also Uncle's bald hairstyle
'Deep Crew cut' was the hairstyle of a tree
So I saw a tree with leaves red and blue!!!!

Friendships come and Friendships go

Like wave upon the sand

Like day and night

Like birds in flight

Like snowflakes when they land

But you and I are somthing else

Our friendship's here to stay

Lik weeds and rocks and dirty socks

It never goes away

Beyond Imagination..

If the sky were my canvass
I would paint it with colors of my life

If my thoughts were threads of silk
I would weave rich patterns into my dreams

If the seas were my emotions

I would fill the cup that freindship cradles

If the stars were my ideas
I would light up the lives of everyone around

If the sun was my ally
I would spread the warmth of happiness to the end of time

If the wind were my wishes
I would spread the fragrance of kindness in the air

If flowers lent their smiles to me
I could wipe the last of sorrows trace

If the moon gave me its silver shine
I could bring a shimmer of hope in all lives

If my fancy could take off, of the wings of a bird
I could bridge the gap that divides the world

If time were by my side
I would make lives not longer,

but richer with feelings, genuine and true...

Anonymous

When strawberries meet chocolates...an interestin love story

It was a shivering chilly winter morning... so u guys have already started imaginin, ya...

Yeh un dino ki baat hai jab nani frock pahenti thi...

baaton ke naam par woh, kahani sunane lagti thi

nani ko tha aata nahin khana vana banana

jaanti thi woh bas chota chulah jalana

ek din ki baat suno, jab hui woh thodi badi

unki maa ne unko bola, beta banao kadhi

nani jee ko gussa aaya, ajee yeah kya baat hui

main toh maan abhi choti hoon, mithi chuimui

yeh kissa yahin chodkar chalo aage badhen

nanajee ko bhi toh jaane jo hai aage khaden

Nani ne nana ko dekha, ho gaya pyaar

lekar aa gayi unke liye ek barni achaar

nanajee hue nahin achaar se utne khush

nani ki mehnat ho gayi pal bhar main fush

nana ne farmaish ki lao mere liye cake

if u don knw how to cook" jus learn to bake"

sun nana ki baat nani gayi darr

banane achha cake woh jhat bhaagi ghar

Unhone nikali dadima ki purani recipe book

apron n hat pahen ban gayi woh cook

layi dher si strawberries n also chocolate

bana rahin sumthin woh, for her Soulmate

unki mumma hui shock jaankar beti kitchen main

unke liye toh tha yeah" like rainin in month of Jan"

mumma puchi kya hua beta, baat mujhe bat

is cake ki story zara detail main mujhe sunao

kahani sunai humari nani of her first date

mumma zaldi banao cake warna ho jaaegi late

yummy yummy cake bana for my sweet nana

icing kari nani ne ne "O My Sweet Jaana"

nana ho gaye khush, ekdum funtoosh

nani boli nana ko kabhi na jaana ruus

tabse chali aa rahi hai cake banane ki pratha

kahani hui khatam ab hata sawan ki ghata

when strawberries meet chocolate in a sweet cake

Poets like me think for poems to bake

This was a tribute to two of my love viz. strawberries and chocolates..

Now for God's sweet sake, puhleez stop readin dis nani ki kahani

n post sum comments on the bar below dis

Mysterious ... Am I?

Guys say I am a Mystery
But will they read that its all a history
Yes, I know that they are quite confused
But thats wht I am... why such fuss
They ask me why r u so so sad
there's no reason n I go mad
Why r u so happy, somethin special
Life's so kewl, why to b dull
I have nothin to hide
I can take u on a ride
Just dat i hve not much to talk
Instead u can take me on a walk
" u knw wht" is not my cup of tea
gossips jus make me flee
I prefer solitude to boring company
always love People who are funny
Freinds shud be very good at humor
as I kep on blabbering comedy rumor
I dont really like praises
but love if they r phrases
Get bored very very soon
But go on watching cool cartoon
I like drawing and writing
Guess wht, also fighting
I am not quite Fat (every gal swears by it)
But u knw.. easily put on weight
i hve got somewht curly hair
dont get happy, theyare not rare
Like talking crap n total crap
Chaps jus give a good slap
I am fond of dressing, very very much
jus do mix n match as such
Ohh, My Gawd, can write an epic
which surely cannot be made a movie flick
O come ono buddies, puhleez mew
Mysterious..Am I? is that true???!!! HUH?

Wssp with gold?!!!

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
What is the important thing of all?
Your highness,
Of course, its Gold…
Tell me the reason, Oh, Mirror!
Your Highness:

It’s in the heart of Gold
Are preserved the words sweetly told.
There are Golden memories of sweetheart
Who has for ever depart.
Gold is what is seen in the eyes
When someone’s love for you never dies.
Can be worn in many different ways
To adorn yourself on happy days
Most cherished is Golden facial
To glow her face when its dull
India borrows all her money
By exchanging Gold, isn’t it funny?
Happiest one, when it comes to rescue
When girlfriend’s birthday gift is due!

But O Highness!
It really must have been Heaven’s true art
To create Parents with Golden heart

Wanna be 18 til I die..

Read on...




Wanna be young the rest of my life
Never say no, try anything twice
Till the angels come and ask me to fly
Gonna be 18 till I die…

There’s something attached to the word teen
And hence is loved age eighteen
Free as a bird you seem to be
Now I’ll tell you what’s 18 to me

18 is the age I’ll always be
Nothing more expected from me
Must have been an artist’s creative hand
Who gave this age like a magic wand

Suddenly you are intelligent and bright
Leading yourself from darkness to light
Learning the hard way what is fine
Making the luster within you shine

Out of school, entering college
Grabbing things, they called knowledge
Age when creativity is at its best
All the problems now seem to rest

I love to set my own trend
Never care about a boyfriend
Make all my dreams come through
Visualize myself getting through

Everything suddenly turns sweet
World too, comes at your feet
18 is surely the age you roar
What can I write more?

Happiness is a State of Mind

Happiness is knowing someone
Nice like you…
It’s sharing good times
Together too…

What makes me happy
Is a smile of a baby
To say a word of cheer
to dry a fallen tear
To lend a helping hand
and try and understand
To make and keep a friend
for a broken heart to mend
To brighten someone’s day
not caring about the pay
Never too busy to be kind
and hidden smiles I find
To stop to do little things
n rewarded by the joy it brings

Happiness is also when I tap
solitude in Mother Nature’s lap
Also love of father, sister and someone other
Happiness to me is “smile of my mother”