With or with out you

We had something which no one had
Thought you knew me, better than anyone ever has
The sun rose with you, and departed with you
It was all about me and you
You made me deem that we were alike.

By no means had I thought it would be a lie
Dint know, you could be so naive
You never judged me.
You were with me for what I was like.

It was unconditional from my side
I thought we would forever abide
It wrecked because of you
But I shall ascend,
With or without you.

The Connection

When I talk about a human connection, first thing that comes to your mind would be the love connection. This cliche world doesn't come out of the box. I buy a dairy milk chocolate every time I pass by that road to reach my friend's place.Lately as soon as I got there, before parking my bike he removed it for me and kept it. 10days I was in Goa and couldn't go there.The shopkeeper gave me a pleasing smile and did the same. Sometimes you don't realize when you make connections with random people. Value your relationships.

The chosen one

This dint happen to be but a special friend, which is worth remembering.
He was walking down the road, on a break from work when suddenly a wrinkled face man with a stick in his hand approached him. Clueless about why would he stare, he asked a question.
Old man said, “Say Jai Shri Krishna”. Stunned and shocked he looked at him and said “ Jai Shri Krishna”
Old man says, “I am 90 and I feel my end is near. I have no one of my own and my heart wishes to bless someone wholeheartedly. Do you chew tobacco he asked?
Friend said, “ no sir”.
Old man has a grin on his face. “ May you get all you wish for and even more. You are the chosen one, since I see furrow’s of anxiety on your forehead.
Friend, “Doesn't know what to say”.
The old man left.

Driving in Mumbai can be a remedy for the constipated ones

Mumbai is famously called as the land of opportunities.On my flight back from Australia, I was warned at the airport about not having roadside food as water borne diseases were spreading like fire. The most awaited pani puri,pav bhaji and Indian Chinese were this time not something I could hog on. They all warn, but they secretly crave for it. Ironically some of these items are so bad,that the cause constipation and stomach borne problems.But this city has a lot more to offer than expected. The ever increasing potholes.I dont have the right to complain as this city has given me a lot, but I do have the right to say that the middle-man involved in the construction cost duty for their pockets would not spare the layman. Potholes are so bad that they could easily make the harsh food digest and transform it into loose motions.Amen!

the poem my best friend wrote for me:

(ankita aka super ank.she is someone whoz really special to me.):

She looks pretty as an angel,
Her eyes hazel, her lips so pink,
She knows every guy who walks down the road,
But she wouldn't care to blink.
She's a rebel, she doesn't care whats wrong n whats right,
She won't care if she falls down, she won't care about the pain,
I wonder where she's heading for tonight,
And there she goes again;
In her car playing THE END,
And there she goes again,
Being my coolest friend,
And there she goes again,
Sitting in the trunk of the truck,
And there she goes again,
Screaming "I dun give a FLYING FUCK",
And there she goes again,
Sipping her cold strawberry ice tea,
And there she goes again,
Fluttering like a honey bee,
And there she goes again,
Being a self obsessed freak,
And there she goes again,
Looking so wicked, looking so sleek,
And there she goes again....

A GIRL WHOSE NAME IS LOVE!


A girl whose name is love is lost…is lost…is lost
She looks like an Angel, She is like Mother Marry by mind
She still has an age of fire, but understands the language of eyes
is lost, is lost, is lost……
it has been centuries since she is lost, but it seems that it happened just yesterday
She was by my side till now, but right now she is not here (with me)
what is this cheating, what is this harrasment, my thinking is surprised by it
My sight is searching for her at every road
I give my oath to her, I give her own oath to her
I give god’s oath to her, I give oath of everyone to her
I give oath of this world to her
If she is living anywhere, or dying anywhere

If she is reading somewhere, if she is listening somewhere,

She must meet me once,
She shoud not put my faith to end,

Otherwise……
I can not live any more now….
I can’t write any song now….

my favorite painting....very close to my heart...