A Techie's Blueprints

walking on the wet grass eyes fixed on gal's ass knowing that all are knowing who cared when gal was showing one boy told to other she seems to be calling me other stared, smiled and said why you came from we to me ? then he thought for a while stared the beauty so fragile then he said "wat if she's not calling? " may be your heart is the only one falling the first one smiled emotions now being verbalized for this girl, i will die remember shakira "hips dont lie" the boy approached the girl love, lust going to unfurl some moments and deal was done a change occurred and lust was gone now the birds seemed so keen at CCD,McDy, they can be seen but the wheel was moving so fast some kisses, some hugs and sex at last one day he saw her,kissing a so called friend caressing bodies,was termed as trend A ruthless smile,A sign to ditch now he knew.. she was a bitch !!!

smell of the moist sand musical air, magical land sweaty body smelled so pure love and lust,without any cure moonlight dancing on rhythmic raves dangerous sea, angry waves lines crossed, no turning back senses, we decided to lack kisses were raining dampening, and passion gaining we sunk in the bed of sand mischievous yet unstoppable hand bit by bit, cloth by cloth crossing the lines of love and loath painful smile, moments of passion mingling souls,and ma confession!!!

charon taraf pada hain akaal dekho desh main aaya hain bhoochal dekho dekho khel rajneeti ka kurshi main chupi aneeti ka khel desh ki avnati ka... par janata ko kabhi samajh naihn aata hain unko to safed kurte wala neta bhata hian jo keval vote ke samay shakal dikhalata hian fir laut ke kabhi na wo aata hian aarakshan ki aag desh ko kha rahi hian mehanatkash bacchon ko zinda jala rahi hian in satta lolup logon ne eemaan bech khaya hian tabhi inko afzal guru pe taras aaya hain mahangai ki kya baat karein yahaan to jeena bhi dushwaar hain rojgaar guarantee yojana ki baat karte hain 90 rs/day main kisake pet bharte hian? bahut ho gaya ab saha nahin jata ghut ghut kar ab yahaa nain raha jata bharat hamari mata hian, yah kahate aaye hain par ab nahin rah sakte, jahaan in netaon ke shaaye hain...

Ek patthar se duje ne poocha.. ae bandhu kidhar ko chale tum... to duje ne muskura kar kaha... aaj tak maine ise gam ko saha.. ab ise bandhan ko todane ki maine bhi thani hain.. naye bharat ki nayee baat maine bhi maani hain.. main bhi to dekhun dusare desh ka sooraj kitana chamkata hain.. jisako dekhane ke liye yahaan ka aadami itana tadapata hain... to duje patthar ne tapak se kaha... are bandhu tum bhi aisa karoge... to ek din sharm se maroge.... are bhed chaal to sab chalate hain... chand sikkon ke liye to sab machalate hain.. are apane desh main roti ki kahaan kami hain... par aazadi ke itane dinon baad bhi .... bharat maata ki aankh main aaj bhi nami hian.. jisake charanon main hind vandan karata hain.. usaka hridaya aaj bhi krandan karata hain.. ruk jaa isase pahale ki bahut der ho jaye.. accha hoga agar subah ka bhoola saanjh se pahale hi aa jaye..

i tried tried really hard played all my cards but still i failed then again i tried tried to stop the tears on the ruins of all the years on the corner of my roof i sat, totally alone!!! i tried to look away from contrition of heart vision hazed due to tears in my eye due to blazed sun in the sky i tried observed with squinted eyes some dried out trees deserted road house of a widow abandoned and lonesome a laborer walking sweaty but without any sum i tried to decipher the code of life and thought there is only pain every moment is in vain then i saw a little boy on distant roof playing with his kite he played, got tired his kite never took off yet he was smiling i found him mocking mocking at me a smile danced on my face a lesson, life is a race play your part, don't be late rest is rest, called as fate!!!

I remember those dusty lanes kites n those paper planes that pencil, which left every wall autographed by me those corners where i used to hide over the mistakes which showered some chide i remember that school pretty strict yet so cool those prayers where i used to sleep the time in class boring and steep the ringing bell and freedom from hell i remember the nights of exam the only time when i used to read all the time parents snarled who cared and no heed i remember when i fell in love the classes when i thought about you all the hours which melted like ice coffee table in the corner those ice creams and fried rice i remember the erased memory when my love cheated those tears,long nights bewitched how much i was irritation induced useless fights i remember the most the moments when i was WRONG the mistakes on which i still wonder a lesson to learn from every blunder bit by bit life goes on leaving behind a treasure to count on, to remember!!!

was getting bored, wrote some lines... aaj kal tv channels ki haalat par taras aata hain jaise sab par ek hi baadal baras aata hian badi hi hasarat se cable ka taar lagaya tha alag alag program dekhane ka man banaya tha par jab bhi maine remote ko uthaya hain sabhi channels ko ek sa hi paya hian news channels ko arushi bahut bhati hain aur kuch ko mudrasfiti( inflation rate) bahut satati hain gaane wale channels par ek se gaane aate ain baaki saas bahu ko ek hi dhun par nachate hain kya kabhi hamein dhang ka manoranjan mil payega? beta - baap ke saath baith tv dekh payega? kabhi lagata hian doordarshan ka zamana hi accha tha manoranjan ka har rang tab kitana saccha tha kya surabhi, rangoli ka zamana wapis aa payega? shayad kabhi bhoole bhatake hum ise mayajaal se mukti paayen fir gunjegi galiyaan jab bacche galiyon main nikal aayen..

My Notebook!!! on the corner of my table dust covering its facade lies a silent explorer of me A true friend of mine reflecting every bit of life love, loath, ambitions scattered on every page it marks the day when i won my first match it speaks about the day when i cried on a dropped catch it rejoice the day when i entered the college the days of ragging the days of friendship n fun the fights which lasted in none volumes of poems which i wrote for her hundreads of codes which only lovers can decipher it reminds me my responsibility fathers expectations from my ability it reminds the words which mother said some tears which never rolled, but she had taking the notebook i decided to write its not just a poem its a salute to my guide ( my notebook!!!)

i liked it when you chased me down the sore of sea when your eyes said it all which i always liked to see when you held me in gentle palms creating magic of infinite charms eyes deepening inside the soul breaths striking magical chord a feeling, unimaginable, deep inside raining eyes can not hide touch of lips, too tender too cold i loved that moment and want to hold!!!