Alone in Crowd

                         Many years ago, once there lived a fellow named Ram in a small village. He had a twin brother; Shyam. Ram hated Shyam for no reason, but he loved his parents, his neighbors’, village people and supported, helped all of them. He cared other people’s happiness more than his. He was the most intelligent guy of his school. Everyone equally loved him back either. He was happy. He had various ambitions in his life, but meanwhile his greatest dream was to become the Head Boy of his school and he was selected as the Head Boy by the school authorities and the investiture ceremony was arranged on the other day. And the night before that he couldn’t sleep for that reason. He was in dreams. He was ecstatic. He got up at 5am that morning; he ironed his uniform, polished his shoes, bathed, got set, and started right at 7am to school. It was a 45 min walk to school and program is to commence by 8am and he was punctual. The investiture ceremony was announced to be attended by various high officials and Ram’s post was the most valuable one. His brother Shyam was already at school to do some volunteer works. The road was muddy and he reached a half way and suddenly it started raining heavily. He even didn’t bring up any umbrella, as there wasn’t any sign of rain till then. His uniform did go muddy soon and he thought of better to go home, change and borough an umbrella and return school.

He reached school at 8.30am and stage was completely clear and no one was around and he saw his class with full bursting sound and joy heard outside. He went on to check and no one cared his entry to class and suddenly the one who he considered his best friend showed up and asked, where had you been? Why are you late? Come join the fun, Shyam is our new head boy!

He didn’t understand anything, as the news of me being selected as the Head Boy wasn’t known by Ram’s friends. He went ignoring everything towards principal, but principal was in talks with the guests and asked to wait. Ram was restless. He rushed to convener and sadly convener replied, ‘Shyam was selected in place of you as you weren’t on time’.

It outnumbered Ram’s pulse count, he was destroyed completely. Again passing through same joyous class of mine, ignoring principal, He went home not answering any questions and to his room. He was feeling lonely in the crowd. He cried heavily, alone. After some time, someone patted on his back, it was Shyam. Ram was angry on him, and avoided his pat. Shyam started saying- You may not love me a bit at all, but I like you and respect you more than anyone else. I don’t wasn’t this ‘Head Boy’ place, you are the deserved one, you might have this (the Head Boy badge). Ram turned back to see Shyam’s teary eyes which said it: How much he loved! He hugged him!

 After around 40 years, Ram who had his own industry and was leading it to heights, while Shyam was leading a normal life having a small government service in the same village they lived. One day, Ram received and urgent call and he suddenly started crying. He reached his village soon.

Shyam is dead!

He lit Shyam’s body along with Shyam’s cute son, as was the tradition. The wood covering the body and body started flaming and was completely in fire. He realized that, this is that actual moment that Ram felt lonely amid of crowd.

Love Nature..!!!

The dry grass and the even beats, 
the stolen beauty of the heavens inn, 
the laying trees showing the direction of wind, 
the flower color that blends on springs, 
the fruits bearing on the sun's link, 
the water twinkling of the rays of light, 
th leaves enduring the greenary of bits. 

The nature it is, 
the way u hate, 
the things u possess, 
to destroy it, 
the love u get, 
u blink it, 
check for it, 
Its nice either..!!!  

Song 5

Thu jab mere dil me ayi, ho gaya sab bathein cool, 
Ye zami-asma ki duri na jane abhi soon, 
Abhi dil ka bath jo bi he karna tumko, 
Karlo tum…. Karlo tum…. Karlo tum…. 
  
Me jantha hum abhi is dil ko badiya si, 
Jan-ne laga hum har bathein kushiyon ki, 
Sochtha rahtha hum abhi- kabhi kya karoon me bath yuhi. 
  
Dil tarazthe rehthi he, 
Yu chidthe rahthi he, 
Yu gathe rehthi, 
bathein karthi he yu, 
Kuch samaj nahi atha ab is dil ko waquir. 
  
Tere har jhalak mujhe abhi gane jaise lag raha he, 
Jann bi mera ab pyara sa ho gaya he, 
Dadaktha he ye dil ab zoor zoor se, 
Yu sunayi bi dethi he har dam, 
Har lamhe ko yu chumthe chaltha hum ab. 
Na jane abhi aur kithna-kya mehsoos karne wala 
  
hum….. sanam…. Jane na…!! 

Song 4

Tujhe banake ye rab ne he kya kiya mujhe, 
Ab daru, varu, cigarette ka jo nasha ho gaya kam, 
Koye har lapse tere intazaar me, 
                                Tere pyar me, 
                                  Aur har bath me. 
  
Kushi ki wajah ab bas thu hi he sanam, 
Koye lamhe abhi mujhe pukarthi he dur se, 
Socha rehtha hum me yu, 
Ki ab me kya kahoon, 
Tho thu maan jaye yu, 
Mere pyar me aa jana thu, 
Gumne challenge bahar, duniya ki aur, 
Zindagi… bana du teri, puraaa. 
  
Rab ka ye dokha, me ne he mana, 
De de thu, mujhe de de thu mera dil, 
Nahin tho, de de thu, mujhe de de tera ye dil, 
Sambal lunga, me tere dil ko, 
Mere dil se zyada. 
  
Tere yadoon ne he mujhe kaidh kar diya, 
Kuch aur karne se, 
Aha ha aha ah ha…. 
Soch le, agar nahin mila tuje me, 
Tho tere zindagi hogi adhuri, 
Har janam me tujhe sathaunga me, 
  
Pyar tera pane ke liye… Song 4

Song 3

Nazar mile, eyes open-off hue, 
Aank me, pura pani flood hue, 
Dil ka rating, phir high hue, 
Saans tho all time, in-out hue, 
Ahha aha aha ha ha ha ah………. 
  
Wo dekhthe rahe, tho mera mind flicker hue, 
Wo hasthe rahe, tho mera Wi-Fi connect hue, 
Wo bath kare, tho mera offer clear hue, 
Wo touch kare, tho mera world change hue, 
Aise he, ye nasha love ka, 
Soch lo, mann lo, tho karlo, 
  
Aisa nasha, thu kahi expect nahi karna yaara,,, 

Song 2

Tere diye hue har vadein, 
Thod diya thune, 
Thod diya mera dil, 
Dil ko bi dard hotha he,                      - (2) 
Dard ye masuniyath ka.                     - (2) 
  
Tere diye hue har yadein, 
Mera waqt barbaad karein, 
Zindagi barbaad karein, 
Zindagi jo ek hi he,                              - (2) 
Sirf ek hi he.                                          - (2) 
  
Tere diye hue har cheez, 
Me jab dektha hum, 
Chain nikal jathi he, 
Me thod detha hum use, 
Me bi thod detha hum use, 
Ab maza atha he aur kushi bi. 
  
It’s a little life, I have got to light, 
Why shud I go go goo dark??? 
……… 
……… 
……… 
Tere diye hue har vadein, 
Thod diya thune, 
Tere diye har yadein, 
Zindagi barbad karein, 
Tere diye hue har cheez, 
Chain nikal diya he, 
That’s it…!!! 
  

Song 1

Tere subah ki neendh ko mene bada di,

Tere kaidh si rahath ko mene chuda di,

Tere naino ko akarsh ko mene chura li,

Use kabhi nahi dunga me wapas tujhe,

Yu jab thak chahath rahe saba

Tere liye jitha hum me,

Rotha bus tere liye,

Hawara hua there pyar me,

Band thu hi kar paye,

Yahan he roshini tho kiran thu hi he,

Ksbhi mulskath tho zindagi ho puri

Dil na mange mujhse tera,

Chahtha nahi me kisiko ithna,

Thu nahi bul jana, ye mere sang he,

Ye he mera chah tere nari se,

Nahi dunga me, marne tak,

Pa le yu mera bi, mil jayega tujhe wapas,

Bus vo hi he jo me chahtha hum tujhse ya ye zindagi se…

Love seeks Life

The soul of love,

The trick of life,

The motion of blood,

And the greatest hump of happiness,

Also for sadness if it's hate.

People having it believe,

It’s the way you go,

It’s the way you drag any pity life.

And the crap that comes on is forgiven.

It’s the heart that we give,

And take as a heaven’s break differing animals,

So left behind are the great humans.

Let’s not forget loving!

Life Facts…!

The race of the world to the best is always near,

The field of rest is always clear,

The sun so far is always a peer,

But we don’t have the time for dears.

We often learn to think,

But books are better, is what they say,

We rather read nothing,

And earn higher.

If the game of life, that we always have a tear,

The song of your is newer heard by some,

It’s you alone who newer have the same is what you believe than its wrong dear.

Prayers are needs, trust is yours,

Got is a belief, you need success,

Life is small, but the only one,

You never know when you get the hit,

But it’s sure, that you ever have to die.

Luck is a factor, but not always it does,

Think about it, the game is tough,

But you give the change and world changes along with you...

Are u an Engineer?

Engineering, Engineer, Engineers;

If you can fight the hell, to withstand the death,

If you can beat yourself, betray yourself,

If you can learn yourself, to know yourself,

If you can earn yourself, by you yourself.

Then that’s it, the great bit of work,

That ever hasn’t been in the foot of any,

Those ever haven’t chased the men,

But has made us wish for what we could,

But haven’t been the same when went in,

It’s the secret of engineering we say,

Every bit technical but nothing to know,

Like chatting, browsing, looking, flirting, watching, clearing,

Love, hate, see, saw, dance, chicks, homework, assignments, computers, calci,

Drafters, charts, professors, classes, comments, questions, impositions,

Tea, coffee, vada, biscuits, parties, planning, completions,

This chair, that chair, alongside, the right one, left one,

Which place, bunk class, mass cut, suspension, ragging?

Exams, tensions, photostats, portions, group study, overnights, pass-out, supply,

Friends, playing, videos, games, software,

Cars, bikes, triple, concession, bus no., room no.

Bus stand, theatres, jokes, groundnuts, hot, shut up!

You are doing engineering boss!

You have everything but nothing, that seek from everything,

Learn!

On the heights for a supernatural force...(Swami Saranam)

The sky is clear, Sun is brighter, and the Trees are stronger;

Barefoot, in black, tracing temples and ponds,

Covering the darks,

Of the past and bristling the anger of the body

To prepare the soul of god’s incident,

The steps to taste, enriching power,

The grace of devotion,

Rest, the worst of you is here;

The aligns, best of the termed order,

From the streaks of distance so untold in the legacy of the divine ship,

Optimist; is what you are when you call him,

Proud; you are when you hear him,

Steady; you are when you en-rap the ground,

Barefoot imprinting you and identity,

Thousands come; ten thousand go up-down,

Imprinting their identity of pleasure they have endured.

We ourselves, feel lucky to cut short,

What we call a failure,

So, here we got with the say- “Swami Saranam”… 

My Spriiiiiinting Buss...

With the sprinting air,

With the sprinting trees, blocks, vehicles,

With the sprinting men and women,

Who are actually very low in speed.

The bus moves slow with its speed rising high,

The grey stuffing's near the drains build-up,

With the drawn-up workers, the sheet looks new and the old lies temporarily at something else.

The empathy of living with the same down up workers,

But the greens on our bows,

Which they never think to go around.

A sweat tearing out of the head,

With a salty fluid on its layer bed.

The shoulders brushing,

The heavens blessing and the cherish-moment of happiness get all along.

As we got off the air sprinting taking off to the fluid.

The uncertain sadness pulls our adrenaline above,

But the love in the heart brings it all back.

The success if men are in love,

But what is said to be the weakest side?

The bed layer of sweat is also a fact,

Was everyone is on another for the green part of life.

Life goes all around with the same sprinting garden,

Only without flowers,

We make water that bears flowers,

And the flower that we get is blown to make it fill to the same as it was before…

Dirt A WORth

In the midst of the crowd is where you find it,

got to repel if found anywhere, the bins crossing by it.

The world so high isn't a matter but the waste you throw is a concern.

Never know what you throw and never even see what you are; wouldn't see the one who is dirty but sees himself in the mirror which hates the stand of this miserable dirt.

The thing that isn't available for use is what the dirt means but a creature with a brain asks for the use of waste, which encrypts their brain, which is nothing but a drain.

As then, you move through the science you come across the micelles resembling the earth, surrounding the dirt but forming a foam which forms the bubbles which burst out with new age or renaissance.

So think of the thing that you never want to think which is the only thing that ultimately results in the fossils you use. We say it as dirt as it is a pinch packet of worst inherited earth.

Got to know whether you are the dirt of the ignoble earth…

The Beauty that licks...

A beauty, a passion for everything you do,

a skill to lyric the lines,

a power to express the motions,'

a track to succeed, 

a deck for stay, 

a henceforth layer to play everything in the tune of joy on the strings of life.

The mind that receives the impulse from the heart,

the air that receives a smooth radiant from the skin,

the earth that receives a rare vision of us,

tells the same thing around and round for the desire of the same beauty that endeavored success,

by lying on it for it.

A bit of joy that it gives, 

a bud of life that it lits,

a sack of trip that it decides,

a bag of works that it needs,

proves no bad to be unreal of the word it gives to our soul to process.

A refresher to the word angry,

                      the word agony,

                      the word desperate can be no less than a word of unlimited existence.

A compared beauty heights!!!