Wonders Again!

Little contentment in mind enrolls, where are the beginnings and where are the ends?
Little surprised to realise that all that had happened is the truth!
Little mistaken to recognize the ruling facts, the real facts and dear facts.
Could there be pattern matches every time, none of could it be, where we pull our sticks and raise onto the sky, where that strength could be?
In the midst of the night and blank mind, from where could the words , the thoughts come, if taken the life on the side?
My questions have no roots, no rights to displace the world yet, a little effort to shift from auto correct to real correct.
Nothing that goes pointless seeks pointless efforts, efficient efforts, helpful efforts and strengthened efforts.
With the stream of the words and the everlasting happiness and independence, let's seek the wonders of the life that may not end and that may live for ones own sake!

Converse

And this year's going to end soon... As 2013 is progressing, same do 2014 is coming for.
Blend of fantasy and sarcasm is taking up the role and all the words and places seem rather deepening to complexities and rather anxieties!
Well, to comply on the talk, nothing that seems real and nothing that seems imaginary, well every escort seems the division.... a divider dividing the course, one to another, a U turn to choose for!

In a country where nothing is evident, your blank mind is full of wild imaginary stories, even one scenic expression of duality of individuality...

One guess at a right place , at a right time, one course of question mark? Even a big one!

Converse of life... ha! No! Life itself is beautiful!

Let's take the taste!

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