Rose

Mist is over heads like foaming, a fear shuddering from head to toe, lest as far as to recognize, breath have some other meanings, to if nothing is real yet complex and imaginary.
To tremble is to feel the course in silence in the midst of music, prose like never had rose to the shore.
A path that have waterways in winters and all to possess is swim to another shore before the evening.
Imagination here is at its peak, for them could be a painting, for another could it be an essay and for another could it be nothing, the one who doesn't seeks this shadow.
Point a finger on them that went wrong yet adjoint to the hearts, pretending to be strangers, alone who sing in their silent rooms.

All I have to say, something rose , through minor levels to upper in lesser times.

Sweet November

And all the times in the world had ended, Only left breath taking a shower. And then suddenly a sun rose up, An early bright morning November. Though tired,bored and restless, Seems a fresh touch of essence. I lie maybe I am confused, Lest the ties are yet not tied! Oh! Never in the history I found, Or in the books scratched on paper. Another chance blinks in me, Like once that had created history. For once that lands on earth, The bubbles of dreams. They come true with you, So only takes up a chance! Nothing else!

The Lift

Take my hand and get up....
Uth badh chalo!

Living at a place with sincerity seems a guest, intelligency a gift and fortune infested nothing seems a perfect way.

Its India, one quotes with a neither some mannerism but I thought how can one fail up take up the challenge?

How can one withdraw, one let it die all alone and a discard the fact as nothing?

Its been a long time since the way is empty and no traces of vehicles has been seen yet. But the person expects once a vehicle that will strew him away, or let him decide how to go up with that.
Kabhi koi ayeaga to dekhange...!

Lift chahiye!
The lift, one such method to get helped, more of less probable in every point of time.

Lift will help definitely, for sure but undoubtedly to a place which he doesn't drives to by himself. He is in control of the another, navigated by another and will have to obey the orders of the other.

None such fact will occur if he owes himself by own.

It helps but none in favour, can be in favour if one considers the same, but if unconsidered can leave him astounded.

To neither fact will he realise the lift and the temporary lift on the vehicle one owed to him for sometime and will have his own back!

Written Right

All you know is something you have forgot, by mistake at some particular times.
The eyes are burning to the screen, to the paper and all wants to get shut down.
People rightly know on Facebook that they try teaching individuals through status updates, the people mysterious in real life presence.
On newspapers, rightly concluded on the headlines what they report, polish and publish.

Bare a lot of information on the road, unnoticed, undiminished through vision, a lot after to remark and remake, will shake hands one day, because that's Written Right, no mistakes.

Jee Le Zaara-Exclusive Retro 2013

Following Past

Where we stood to a perfect life ahead, there stood examples that put the latter away. Openly it makes it makes it presence felt, its results acknowledged, and its planning known.
How far can we stood to fight and even to make clear ways to our destinations.
Like counting mistakes have come true, similarly repeating mistakes even did true.
All that seems walking along is really walking along and taking us to negative directions.
All that the wishes that came true, but at points such separable.
All that seems a little unfair with deeds that let's decide unplanned possibilities.
With no possible state of style, no possible mannerism, loss of stability, lack of professionalism, mere plans, unsound predicable possibilities and nevertheless to advent, its matter of endless debates.

Since, they have no voice, no is the answer to every question that comes after mere advent.

Where we stand weak is where we leave to perform, all that meets similar approach!

Minor is the conclusion that suddenly struck the mind, its confusion drifted by the unknown support, worthy destiny and mere questionnaire.

End up here where no one stands openly spread the hands before , protect the integrity, revive the words, live the challenge and drift the world!

Thats Seems a Little Simple!

Like it was raining last night, the next day you woke up, it was shining, a morning a little cool and clear, like winters pride woke up altogether with you.

Rain is not a culprit in this little story, its a change, a fundamental reality of weather, that water falls from silver rough sky, thunderstorms, some soft and some ferocious, a little adventurous phenomenon to understand!
But it our manner to outshine the sun as a source of enlightenment and encouragement.

Its just that simple to know the difference between the two, and similarly to know the outcome of the two, and even the prediction of any of them.



Turn up to Music! Yeah!
Love Music! Mostly DJ MIXES i expect for!
But when Music meets Distance, its always a whole story for every single journey. I take such journeys on my bicycle over merely long distance over my city, sometimes villages and some cities, and to no surprise it always proves to be a rememberable journeys.

Its just that simple, a simple flavour of music and paddling, but always the weather being the evil!
Being my cycle without the mudguards, always spill out of the road, expectedly on my shirt! The sun, it makes me sweating around with music!

So, both the things didn't seem the same? Both the rain, the sun is an evil!
Often, that happens, its a known fact to know the beneath of some matters, some inferences, may or may not, let you decide which ones could be somewhat helpful to you.