Discontinued !!!

This blog is discontinued for further updates to the posts... Still the blog stays online as long as google keeps it alive (or else the address goes invalid as by own). The posts are as such available to view and to comment. For furthermore readings, the author has introduced a new blog entitled "The Writer's Age" available online with the address .

Alvida by genetic Idiots, a band from Chandigarh!

By Yetesh Sharma Productions, Alvida by Genetic Idiots: http://youtu.be/1mBgsOYcX7g

Warmers up!

slightly satirical in this context,deep in meaning and shallow in aspects,in this wobbling summers without a knot where are we heading to? Shut up yours doors and windows and let the AC's on the walls of yours houses bring fresh and cool airs inside your nose so that one might be able to rest and rest and rest till the world might end and all the blown up air in this disastrous atmosphere might dry up! What you may ask? What i may ask? What you answer? What I may answer? Or just your end in just What? In this time and moment filled with adverse opportunities still wandering across lifeless warm streets,how could let it depart so easily? So, in this little context i would just like to answer in Two words'Warmers up', the inference that could be made that that no matter how warm it is,we are doubling the heat by wearing up warmers and let face the weather the more it could let us to face! Cheers!

Aankhoan Ke Sagar Vs City Of Dreams - DJ NYK Mashup

That May Day

That bright summer afternoon, no orange sun to see, Warm lights through doors it stepped in like a crowd. A warm loo sweep through the door went flung open, It murmured voices so strange, so undesired. I had my head down bench and rimmed through past, 'Yet the may day I not wish the same' I heard my voice. Though wisdom had no answer, no fresh did I saw, The warm sets declared and here grimmed a nightmare. Ill face no swarm to fly, no bird to chirp, Little gems that fallen and crushed levy haven. Dried red lips of mine murmured 'Yet the may day Had the sun rose through west I not wish the same'. And monday morning today is cool, Expedition of what sun to see, its orange. Silver sky and me eyes far away the view, Its clear as pearl threads from heaven. At last my way is clear, not the way it disappear, In the breeze so fresh and drizzle frizzle. At last my feet can step where destiny doesn't want to, In the time of mine and none of other, the way I want to.

You know how that is...

Its a time, mere personalisation, and an unbelievable arena of human artistic period where one doesn't know what's about to come next even though he recognises that its just what he wishes for!

So, there is little time left to live in the love of destiny and the rest to put the abilities onto tests.

It seems a little time to realise the facts that only one step have numerous fringes to cross over, and believe that this one step have strong tendency to let the fate change forever...

A one designed for millions, packed in boxes, shipped to various boats of the world and to the mysterious destinations worldwide, that one is only for you!

With a silent show and all audience dispersed, one has to point on tough decisions , rely on the fate and let the tides afresh him with new breeze of all those familiar voices tailored for you!

So, you know how that is, its just the time to let it go, the time shall fix the appropriate proportions and make everything as it always should be!