something else...

it happens often, may be everyday...
whe we reprimand god for the things he did...
from the tiny to the perceived horrendous...
and from the childhood to the jocund...
and we forget everything...
even the 'endurings' that lured us to the 'invisibles',
and we got carried away...
dreams categorize expectations,
for the 'doings' which travelled pure procrastinations...
but still we question him, the intangible god,
for we know, he can never answer...

why is this intelligent 'we' so selfish?!?!?
cant he reprimand him for others?!?!?
others who are in such adverse atrocities that they dont even have the answer to " what do their father do?!?!?"
may be he will change his answer from " he is no more" to SOMETHING ELSE...

obscurity

sometimes it becomes so difficult,
to sit by a window...
alone...
thinking abt the ppl u hv...
thinking abt the ppl u had...
wet weeping for those who changed and,
dry drowning for those who in the process...
leaving behind a why,
for inquisitive we become...
sometimes we get an answer and,
more often what we find is just the obscurity...

small verses(will keep updating them)

*There are some ppl who are really good...
but they end up being eqally bad for few...
the fault is of nobody's...
but still everyone seems to be faulty...

*"Be nice to people on your way up because you meet them on your way down."
- jimmy durante

A Silent Symphony...

My naivete was my enemy and i dint know...
my loved ones were my silent slaughterers and i boosted them...
my reveries were my worries and i kept lingering...
but i guess life was a scrutiny and its a quite perusal now...

the treacherous bouleverd is now so smooth...
the mysterious ripples are so unperturbed...
the lights seem blurred but yet the pathway is so clear...

a second changed everything...
i was left stricken and she felt elated...
i was shattered and she flattered...
In a moment...
the fragile smiles became fake...
the sweet talks lost their meaning...
the small fights ended and v are far now,very far...
but these betrayals would not lemme cry...
in agony,in angst and in pain,i would fly...

though this distance is a despare but it helps...
its timorous but its the only solace...
it reminds but rejuvenates...
its dark but still i can foresee a stairway...
a stairway which leaves me unanswered...!!!

the bride...

so i start off...
js like the rest...
bothering least abt whats next...
clueless of what can happen to her...
and moreover not interested...
i never was...
after all not even an aquaintance...!

js walking...
withinin the groove of my reveries...
to replenish the thirst...
as if starving from the birth...

ppl as if some mannequins...
selfish they are...
greedy they are...
and feelingless they will be...
js wanna look good...
who the fuck cares if the other is not!?!?!
the other side of the mirror hs always been attractive...
bt when will we get it?!?!?
that is js virtual...
real is on this side...
its the real which impells the virtual...
not the other way arnd...!!!

serenity is being perturbed...
bt its not the shehnai...
it would hv been best otherwise...
something is wrong or else...
something mite go wrong...
bt none here to care abt it...
they hv already left...
lost somewhere in that greedy world...
its js the mom,its js the dad,its js her sibling and its js her-the bride...
i dont even know if she hs a sibling...
after all i too hv forsaken her...
long before...

life!!!

something whose meaning is hard to crack...
something whose journey is inevitable...
and...
something whose origin everyone wants to know...


sometimes it showers love...
and sometimes it wraps us in the cloak of grief...


the mystery associated has always been there...
since it is the one which unwraps us too...


may be...
its like a moving train...
whose passengers keep reaching their destination...
while others left waiting for it...
everyone in the end reaches the destination...
while some call it fate others call it their destiny...


the futurists shall never live...
but the survivors can surely feel it...
the meaning of it...
i guess is hidden in itself...


FILE...
an anagram of it...
u open it and u get to know it...