Pull up your socks, bring up the pace!

Said, the promised winner of the race.

As he raced past,to my aghast

Of the fishy odour, that he raked

But  he was shining,

His foes whining.

On this episode of time.

my mind jealous, Of those crossing lungs

puffing air , excitement on their eyes slung

 as i forced myself , to borrow some for mine........

i puffed and huffed , to my amaze

wandering aimless through the haze

following , who so ever in front

as i bought time for my self

to heal the deeper brunt.............

wanderings , of thy mind
couldnt but see, refused to find
floating in that thought
failed to find the way
tried to get the key
to that proverbial lock

wandering ...... in the past
of the life taht i thought
adn should not
the cliched window , into the soul
appeared to self , teh endless hole

i ask myself
looking at the sky
why the atars still shine
when the moon comes by
why they still shimmer
in the moon lit night
couldn be better
couldn be more bright1

It was a rainy july daY WHEN MY FATHER ACCOMPANIED ME AMONGST SCORES AS ME ALONG BRITISH STYLED BUILDINGS AND UNUSUALLY GREEN ENVIRONS.

WE WERE GUIDED TO THE PLACE CALLED TH EHOSTEL

It was supposed to be a great moment for pauaa family. Their son ,khaddu was goinG to become a doctor as the father son duo entered the gates of AFMC. The interviews were over, and he was found fit too, to his surprise after gaining a good 25 kilos hogging on cham cham in the past few months. He had always been too lost to realize the difference between success and failure, too confused to assess the good and the bad. They were guided to the place called the hostel, MAHARASHTRA HOUSE for the moment , inaugurated by the then chief minister Y.B.CHAVAN back in 1964 ,4 of august.

All the kids were made to line up in front of the hostel office. I cant remember the name who ushered us in , a south Indian fellow , thanks to the attitude the college gave me  in later  years , but thank fate , he was courteous and kind. (lest my dad fely bad)

We were in the process of getting rooms, i was as me looking for the right attitude and thought when a jovial looking human crossed my path. He was confident, smiling incessantly , full of things i felt i lacked . he identified himself as tintin , from himachal , but residing fro the moment in chd.

Pauaa somehow instantly clicked and they decided to be roomies. 4 top 1 doubles was the proclamation , as we moved towards the barbar shop for the proverbial haircut ; something which  he didn realize was to be their identity for another three months.

The thick rimmed glasses!!!!!!

Lost many a job, and equal chances

As I lost life,  thinking …

Of those thick rimmed glasses

The glasses and the gaze behind

The happiness penetrating my mind

Covering the self , with a glaze of gleam

Regardless of what’ll be or had been

As the gaze did shift, my thoughts did drift

To the corners of sanity

As I thanked fate, for this great gift

That stared at humanity

Lost many a mind, and equal glances

As I lost life,  thinking …

Of those thick rimmed glasses

Staring at the sky one starry night

Saw the comet tearing bright

Rejoicing, in its momentous existence

My heart did fly , in its persistence

To find the one that conquered masses

With her gaze behind those thick rimmed glasses!!

THE STORM!!

it was a stormy night, they served  cold beer.

The dark grey clouds and the mist below,

It was time to face  the final blow,

You’ll meet death , proclaimed the seer.

Was neither in a wily mood, not in a frame to think?

Just stuck to the glass of beer , waiting

For  beloved time to blink.

It was time ,was told , to reflect and ponder.

On the evils i’d been.

was time as i reached my conclusion,

to burst the bubble of my delusion,

to witness what was real , and not my dream

Was for remorse to take over my mind

Was for guilt to turn me blind

I made up things that i couldn do

It was really difficult, forgetting you.

MY MIND , IT DANCED

On the tunes of the past

Made me believe , good times do last.

Thoughts serenaded in those memories divine

to relive the past , just flashed my mind.

Entered she in a subtle fashion

I’d dreamt that dream, was filled with passion

I cursed the seer, for fluking on me

Was the best day  fate had given me.

It robbed  my speech, the stunning spectre,

My feet off ground, didn expect her

As she straight came up to me

Conquered  the place, to my amaze

Could hear her voice, but just couldn see!

She smiled and spoke

  I couldn but listen

Lost as before

In memories gone sore

In the timbre of the voice

Couldn help but rejoice

Time flew by, i couldn have cared

The moments ticked, in ecstasy i lived

Forgetting   this fragment of time

Was the only thing i feared?

Jus when i thought life was humane

The tables turned,

Good was undone

The writers of life , turned insane

As i felt a sudden thud,

My Heart ached , it oozed blood

As she just bent over

To mercilessly cover

The blood drenched shirt.

Her final words , couldn’t hear

I had got hell’s invitation

Could see her back

Blurred by red

I cursed the seer

For his conviction!!!