The Question Is 'Why?'

photo: on the left is OSHO in his younger years on the right hand is me.

Why friends always change,

While enemies remain same?

Why love perpetually fluctuates,

While hate remains eternal?

Why happy memories evaporate

While the sad ones crystallise?

Why innocence hides

While cunning seeks?

Why a single drop of pure water

Can't purify a glass of dirty water?

When a single drop of dirty water

Has power to contaminate the whole?

Why does it take years

To nurture a relationship

While one moment is enough

To break it all apart?

Why is it tedious to accept fault

While easy to pass on the blame?

Why is it so easy to wail on past

While difficult to accept and change?

I Have Looked

I have looked thru Honour

I have looked thru Beautiful girls

I have looked thru Power

I have looked thru Fame

I have looked thru Thoughts

I have looked thru Alcohol

I have looked thru Socialites

I have looked Everywhere.

This turbulent mind knows no peace,

This thirsty soul drinks from no pond.

I know not who I am,

I know not where I am.

I'm done with Dreams,

And Empty Illusions.

Save me Buddha, Death is near.

Free me before I die.

'YES WE CAN' & 'Economic Recession' are white lies

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Guest Post... 'Greater Noida' By Rimjhim Varma

Wide roads, huge crossroads

reproducing pigeons and no crows 

extreme weather, strong sunrays 

lots of wind and blue cold days 

green belts innumerous

beside the largest gutters

apartments like mushrooms

all empty...one or the other

there are no people, except the native

but its a question of years, just four or five 

we've been living here and we'll be more

and we've been loving it and we'll do more 

to watch a city grow

with yourself along

is oh so cherishable

but also oh so long

we'll be gone in an year

but you won't stop to grow 

and thats how we'll love

and we'll love you so...... BY-RIMJHIM VARMA

Classroom Zeitgeist..

Half-burnt ciggarette butts

A girls ungracious rebuff

A scrambled room

Even more scrambled mind

Leaky pipes, pesky mosquitoes

Living life on fried potatoes

On Pamela Anderson's posters

On cheap magazines subscriptions

A "cool-waanabe" attitude

An anonymous face in the crowd

"Mr. Popular" in the waiting

Painful dreams of adulation

Weekdays full of studies

Weekends full of whiskies

An arrogance of oblivion

Cocky attitude of empty mind

I'm surrounded by such people in college

Who never cared to know Pablo Neruda.

yes i'm surrounded by such people in my very own class and tell you what i'm very very pissed off by the sheer magnitude of stupidity human brains can carry.

Invader On My Porch!

A pigeon on my porch

Makes me an unintended host

A Guest I have now

Makes himself feel at home

My home, his home

Our home!

Ever alert, ever intent

Looks, he at me

With curious looks

hard to decipher

I now comfortable

I now alien

In my own home now

I feel like a guest

He a host.

A tresspasser on my porch!

My mind rebels

My ego crashes

Enroacher on my porch!

Invader on my porch!

Blinded, i rush

To free my territory.

कोशिश करने वालों की- हरिवंशराय बच्चन

लहरों से डर कर नौका पार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

नन्हीं चींटी जब दाना लेकर चलती है,
चढ़ती दीवारों पर, सौ बार फिसलती है।
मन का विश्वास रगों में साहस भरता है,
चढ़कर गिरना, गिरकर चढ़ना न अखरता है।
आख़िर उसकी मेहनत बेकार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

डुबकियां सिंधु में गोताखोर लगाता है,
जा जा कर खाली हाथ लौटकर आता है।
मिलते नहीं सहज ही मोती गहरे पानी में,
बढ़ता दुगना उत्साह इसी हैरानी में।
मुट्ठी उसकी खाली हर बार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

असफलता एक चुनौती है, इसे स्वीकार करो,
क्या कमी रह गई, देखो और सुधार करो।
जब तक न सफल हो, नींद चैन को त्यागो तुम,
संघर्ष का मैदान छोड़ कर मत भागो तुम।
कुछ किये बिना ही जय जय कार नहीं होती,
कोशिश करने वालों की कभी हार नहीं होती।

Two Nomads

Two of us, in the rain

Stood together

As if,

Bonded by tears

Bonded by smears

Enslaved

Confined

Shackled

In this so-called institution

Of marriage

What was love once

Now feels like

Capital Punishment

There's no hate just

Boredom,

Life's no thrill just

Linear Motion

The Hurricane of love

Which took us

Heaven,

The dust of it

Settled

There's no hurricane, just

Whiff.

Stand we two

Overbored

Underamused

In face of each other

Empty

Void

Trivial

Weak

All of the stuff

Too blinded by love

To see, To feel

No contempt though

Just Bored.

Bored by reality

Fascinated once by

Love Illusions 

Nasty Delusions

Oue own Seclusion

But,

Let's begin

Once more

Like we first met

And were struck

By Hurricane.

p.s. just for the record i aint married not even close to the posibility of it any time now... the poem was inspired by a married couple i saw at a multiplex sum time ago, they seemed so bored of each other, so much so that they didnt even feel like talking to one another. i dont know much about what to say, i just know that its a sad thing to happen to anybody.

Abhinav Bindra

A bespectacled millionaire

A Golden Gun

A Proud Nation

An Immortal Glory

A laser beam focus

A rock solid determination

To scale new heights

Never scaled by any

Of the billion children

Born on this land.

The grandeur shot

A moment of honour

An overdose of fame

Praise, splendour, nobleness

Hides the

Pain, struggle, labor

You gave up everything

For Gun

For Shooting

You sacrificed the material

No fear

No distraction

Just a single aim

Numero Uno spot

The tricolour in Beijing

Was grateful

For finally one of it's son

Made it Touch The Sky

A triumphant Jana-Gana-Mana

Never felt so arrogant

To honour the gold-winner

Such Integrity, Such Discipline

The nation was spellbound

Too elated to speak

The Nation bows with

Tears of joy.

For you, our hero.

i waited for the hoo-haa around Abhinav Bindra to die so i can post his poem... the media has other news and beijing mania has died too but AB will be in history books forever..

IF MY LIFE WERE A MOVIE

If your life were a movie right now, what celebrity would get the lead role and what type of movie would it be? A drama? Documentary? Comedy? Science Fiction? Action? Thriller?

If my life, right now, were a movie it would be a Thriller, definitely a Thriller! 21 years since i joined the human race ... 2 decades of infinite entertainment to everyone who has ever been related to me in any way... First things first Akshay Kumar would definitely play the lead role ( Himesh? wht say?? do u mind ? lol!) and you know it would be nuthing less than a Priyadarshan's comedy flick!!

Cast: Akshay Kumar(me) , Jaya Bachchan(mumma) , Sushmita Sen (best friend) , Amrish Puri (dad *hehe!).

Plot: There's one dude who refuses to grow up.... his quirks his pranks and his spiritual quest to find the ultimate truth in life!! He is the plot, he is not only a protagonist but also "the situation"!

Kaushik has only one aim in life- to live "on the edge".. right on the top of cliff end. Only a rush of adrenaline can fit his definition of life... Kaushik is living life on the fast lane an it has is consequences... he is struck by lightning not once but twice.. 

How these two incidents shape up his life and philosophy... how these incidents challenge the validity of everything he hold on to.. strap on your seat belts... his journey has just become yours!

Orphan

Then I was just a

Victim of the streets

Now, Here I stand

Ruling the streets

I'm on a wild wild

Killing Spree

Giving back to society

What it gave to me

Holy hate

Now everybody's fate

Is in my hands

And this gun on your head

Deserted and dumped

On birth

I was society's burden

And responsibility

Instead I was

Abused and ignored

Now nobody dare

Overhear my call

Then, streets owned me

Now I stand here

Owner of these streets

Hungry and isolated

As a little kid

I learned by cognition

All wicked ways of

This cruel society

I didn't matter

Till I became a thorn

Better bow in respect

Or salute in fear

Call me a devil's heir

But better behave 

When I'm near.

Then, I screamed

And wailed for Help

Society is deaf, I learned

Now, they listen

For their life depends

On my every word

A Student of

Misery and poverty

Now Teacher of

Hatred and violence

You'll pay too

There's enough

Rage inside me.

MindGame

Everyday a million thoughts arise
For desires aplenty my mind cries
Illusions and delusions blind the eye
Through five senses its Maya in disguise
The cravings of Mind never end
Greed fills the heart of all on land
Face the valleys to reach the peaks
Conquering Mind is not an attribute of weak

Water cannot be split in two
Hope is Mind, Mind is Hope's duet
Active thinking the mind never rests
So many worries burneth the chest
Running in circles worry never ceases
Future or Past is where the mind is
Feeding on the bitter regrets of past
Reservoir of memories seem so vast

Watch! the Mind its subtle way
Dreams it weaves night and day
Soon the truth will unfurl
Tho' it shock you like whirl
Face it! The real will turn to unreal
Have the courage don't slip to fear
A new light on your eyes will dawn
Lord Shiva bless you with Moksha

Chritian Dior

All we want is Chritian Dior
Armani i have enuf i still want more
Gucci is what separates me and my foes
My personal invitation from Hilfiger at door
I am good enuf i dont need Giovani to roar
My style statement is a popular lore
I am the best, i am here to soar
My thoughts are capitalist to the core
I have a heart of Swarovski for sure
My feet only with Reebok hit the floor
I sweat it out for Nike its so pure
My breaths happen when Van Heusen is close
I am sold out to grand Materialistic show
My life's measured in Brands, i'm so whore.

untitled

untitled my life fades
unheard my voice fetters
lost in millions
costing in penny
untitled my life fades

utopian visions i once had
life has crushed 'em all
sweet dreams now
ugly thorns
life has crushed 'em all.

Veer Savarkar- The Hero

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Touch The Sky

I want to touch the sky
Talk with clouds
Share some secret of mine
Sing with birds
And hear them cry
Dance with God
Imbibe his vibes of might.

I want to touch the sky
Glance at earth below
A whole plantation of misery and lies
The sky's so pure
With innocence, no child can defy
Such immense splendour
No riches dare to scale it's heights.

I want to touch the sky
Listen to the wind
For they tell me it's wise
Fight with gale
It's some adventure in disguise
Aim for stars
For i still have miles to see.

Foolish Wisdom

My life is a jigsaw puzzle
Breaking free of the muzzle
Sitting alone with a zen-like calm
Destruction and demise in my palm.

Love is close, so is hate
Root deep mates, split in vain
I take refuge in Ignorance
Freedom calls with its fragnance.

More to come, more to depart
Makes no sense my wild wild heart
Life is a flux i have realised
Be a fool, there's nothing in being wise.

There's no point in point of view
Mystery around i have no clue
Dont be a slave, be a lover
Be it winter, spring or summer.

Unsung Hero

Lonely boulevard greets the unsung hero

Walking alone he accepts the silent applause

His feats had matched that of Gods

His courage made demons tremor

Only heavens witnessed the triumph of his spirit

His story is an epic untold and forgotten

Sky and earth- the mute spectators will recall

How a man once proved himself a MAN

All his glory will just be a memory

Evanescent fairy tale buried in Silence

Lonely boulevard greets the unsung hero

Unhealed wounds scream his grandeur

For once the mighty Sun bowed in respect

Flowers paid homage by blooming his way

The unsung hero of ours accepts his Fate

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Cost Of Education

The Ragamuffin boy

Picks up my study book

And attempts

To understand the alphabets

And decipher the figures

Education for him

Is a distant destination

Some fairy land description

Can you feel him?

Such helplessness and

Hopelessness of a destitute

Stripped by destiny

Robbed by fate

Is being poor here

The biggest crime?

His is just another life

Wasted.

above pic taken by me in Sec 18 Noida, the street kid was watching television from the window of a popular eatery.

Stars Are Scars

The stars above high and migh

Are nothing but tears of the sky

Alone it stands, alone it cries

Nobody to live for, for whom can it die?

Loneliness so vast even bird's cant deny

Standing alone, in a corner, quietly it sighs

Million tears to decorate still we think it smiles!