Mein aur meri.........

Wo sawan ki pehli barish,
Ek lambe safar ki guzarish,
Khali sadak pe sirf mein aur tum,
Chalte rahe jab tak hum ho na jaye goom.

Lekar tumhari pyaari haathon ko jab,
Mein apne haathon mein kas leta hoon,
Ek kshan mein tumhein leta hoon apne upar,
Sukha reh jaata hoon, tumhare niche reh kar.

Saath saath hum is mausam ka luft uthayenge,
Bheed mein bhi hum ek dusre ka saath denge,
Agar tum na hoti to na jaane mera kya hota,
Shayad mujhe kisi aur ke saath jaana padta.

Chahunga ki tum aise hi barsaat me saath dena,
Poora badan bheeg jayega mera varna.
Ghar pahuncha to tumhein darwaze ke piche bhej diya,
Aasha karta hoon yaaron aapne mere aur mere chathe ki kahani ka anand utha liya.

BLACK - A mystery of colours.

Shiny and energetic yellow of the Sun,
The lively red without which life is undone,
Tangy orange, amongst the lot it always stands out,
The endless blue into which you look when in doubt,
Living and essential green, the essence of human survival,
Jazzy purple and deep violet take a glance at one’s revival,
All of these make your life so beautiful,
Each of the things around you seem so colourful.

You choose your favorites and sideline the rest,
Desire as it appears to always be riding in the best.
Jealousy and envy, the heart seems to have been filled,
For a sight of a new colour keeps your wishes unfulfilled.

Me and my fellows all so deprived of luck,
That a thing I feel is a thing only when I hear the sound or sense the touch.
Sensation and information are the bricks of a sheer foundation,
To visualize I wing my imagination.
I feel contented for I make no silly cries,
Across the seven seas black is my only choice.

( To avoid any confusions, Black is about difference in visualisation of colours by us and the ones deprived of sight. )

Jeevan ke kuch kadve pal.

Zindagi ke har ek pal mein humne auroon ko apna banaya,
Parantu kabhi aisa lagta hai ki, kya kabhi kisine humein apnaya.

Tham si gayi hai meri duniya,
Kabhi inhmein barsti thi hasiyoon ki goliyaan.

Prashno aur jawaboon se mere mann mein pad gayi hai dhuvidha,

Wo deewangi bhi humein kar rahi hai alvida.

Din ke ujaale mein hum so jaate hein, apne ko us dard se door rakne,
Raat ke andhere se milkar aur vichitra ho jaate hein mere sapne.

Shayad ye mere jeevan ke ketaab mein wo kaale panne hein,
Jinhe kabhi dekh kar nami si pad jayengi meri aankhein.

Is waqt ko mein jeena na chahtha,

kash is dil se tapakti aason ko koi samaj pata.

ALVIDA DOST...

chupake se kahin, dheeme paanv se
jaane kis taraf, kis ghadi
aage badh gaye hamse raahon mein
saath saath khela par kabhi na socha
aap bhi kar chalenge alvida.

saath saath gujare humne wo pal,
kal tak thi wo humari zindagi,
masti bhare rahoon ko,
ghumte the hum bhulkar gham ko,
par ab kar chale aap humein alvida.

sunle oh jaanewale, yoon mud kar tum chale jaana,
nazrein tumhari jab dhundegi humein har jagah,
yaad kar un masti bhare lamhoon ko tum khush rehna,
Koi agar puche, kya socha aur kya suna,
keh dena abb kehna aur kya,
jab keh diya alvida.

phir kabhi hum mile to rakhenge na koi khafa,
jashn manayenge milkar us din wahan,
ki dil bhi soche bhala,
kuch to socha aur kuch to kaha,
jab humne kar diya alvida,
Phir saath hein aaj hum yahaan..

(Dedicated to all my fellow batchmates who are moving out from Bangalore to pursue their higher studies or for work. All the best and C ya soon folks..)

Timely times ....

Times memorial:

gore gore mukde,

chaand ke tukde,

kali kali julfe,

neeli neeli aankhein....

Times recession:

Gire gire mukde,

khanch ke tukde,

bikhri bikhri julfe,

geeli geeli aankhein....

Times college days:

soni soni mukde,

class ke ladke,

saath saath khelein,

khali khali classein....

Times working:

wahi wahi mukde,

sade hue tukde,

khuli khuli cube mein,

neeli neeli baatein....

Times Gen x:

koi koi mukde,

chaddar ke tukde,

bheege bheege tann pe,

chote chote kapdein....

Nothing gr8 abt being gr8.

(Always keep hatred and ego aside from you. You don't gain anything from it.

Make others feel good and you did also be known good.)

I am not here to be the king,
Neither am I here to marry the queen.

I don't see where I can win,
But when I win, I would have made no sin.

I aint here to prove that I am the best,
But it always happens that I am better than the rest.

You roll drums thinking yourself as wise,
Look around and count if there are atleast a few to listen to your cries.

Did you live a moment which was anyway worth,
or for a superficial gain you gave birth.

I lost, not because I couldn't speak,
But just for the very thought that your mind is weak.

What could be the best that you would get this very instance,
Greatness and boast put together in one sentence?

I did rather make merry that I let go off the non sense,
Intrinsic hatred or ego is the only consequense.

To the world I am what I am,
Try whatever you can I won't give it a damn.

WINGS OF CHANGE!!

I don't like it this way,
This is not what I wanted to do coming so far away,
Many of them in the industry often do say,
Never the less finally ends up with the thought, it just wasn't my day.

If this is not what it is then why do it,
If this is it, then why is it not fit,
Thinking and thinking hard everday you sit,
Late it would be when the thought to change would have lit.

Why on earth are we not doing what we like,
But if we did do what we like then ideas would never strike.

It seems to me that we feel it hard to accept a change,
For everything that happens seems so strange.
Be it work or be it a relation,
Denial of a change is not always the solution.

All of us follow a certain tried and tested track,
That moving away from it, you'll only be called a crack.

Very few there are who would take a chance,
Striding ahead, with every move, future at a glance.

You don't come into this world to write a chunk of code,
Or rather lecture someone scribbling on the board.

Isn't it wonderful to be living with many knowing you,
Rather than achieving something great and be applauded by a few.

When we try and make a move the feeling of losing is always high,
Not everyone on their first day learn to fly,
With the way things go, you are of course at a risk,
Wondering if the way I chose will ever click.

It doesn't sound easy either for me to be talking on this,
But this very thought which runs through my mind I wouldn't wanna miss.

Petty are my instincts for even I am nowhere,
For they lead me everywhere,
As is the case even I need a push somewhere,
For I know, today or tomorrow i'll make it there.

We don't have to hate what we have been doing,
Until unless you are clear of what you have to be doing.

Be happy for you live to make a change,
Be a change such that many who live can gauge.

(Feel the change when u r young. learn d change)

LUNCH TIMES....

Hunger strikes me at 12 noon,
Munching in Sarjapur canteen is such a boon,
Happily thus, I pick up my lunch box as I head down,
To witness the ones engrossed in a pretty gown.

Is it food or is it something else,
What strikes first is never known, stomach and mind taking a guess,

Looking at me my friends feel I am in a mess.

Hundreds of them flock together, eternal beauty to which they are blessed,
Digging the wardrobes, elegant and cool they come dressed.

So then I grab a seat from where the view is clear,
Always wishing to have each one of them coming near.

Peeping into those monitors for the whole of the morning my eyes being to burn,
Whilst at lunch they feel the cool, from hotspots giving it a 360 turn.

Why don't you eat my fellows question me,
Lost I would be, watching them live in glee.

Every mouthful doesn't just seem to be keen,
Until unless atleast one is seen.

So many to watch and so much to digest,
Of the flock I only check the latest.

Several of them hidden within the rest,
It doesn't take much time to figure out the best.

Time goesby watching them as i eat,
Hoping such, that one day we would meet.

I keep no wrong thoughts when i see you,
Just to admire the beauty,cos you are one of the few.

Well thanks to all of them for passing by,
Sincerely speaking and I wouldn't lie,
As to eat every bit of my lunch, when i always make a cry,
You still you give me the energy which doesn't die.

Saawan...

Saawan ka hai ye mahina,
Parantu ehsaas nahi hota barish ke bina.

Shayad ho gaya hai wo ek zaamana,
Jab barish ke rang raliyon mein doob ke karte the hum, nach gaana.

Wo ghar bheeg ke aana,
Wo mummmy ka pyaar aur paapa ka daantna.

Geele kapdoon pe darwaze ke kone mein kade hoke kaapna,
Phir, sukhe kapde pehenkar, apni aaram kurshi pe bait kar garam chai peena.

Vipreet varsha mein bhi dostoon ke saath cricket ya football khelna,
Ek bechare chathe ko teen char logon ka apni aur kheenchna.

Kaam se chutti lekar ghar baitna,
Shaam ko yaar se milne uske daftar tak jaana.

Pavan dev bhi rukne ka naam hi nahi le rahe the,
Mauj masti kar rahe the mein aur mere yaar, bas saath saath chalte.

Bechari meri wo dost jise saaf karne padte the gaadi ke seeshein,
kintu humari baaton mein kabhi na aati thi rukavatein.

Tha ek din jab hum gali gali mein wo mirchi bechnewale ko dhunda,
Khair jaa pahunche to pata chala, wahan pe bandh ho gaya hai uska dhandha.

Baatein kartein, jab nikalte the hum,
Jacket bhul aane ke humko kabhi na rehta ghum.

Beet gaye wo choti choti khushiyoon wale pal,
ambar kab barsayega hum par jal,
Kidki ke bahar dekh kar hum bhi soch mein doob gaye
ki wo aayega aaj nahi to kal.

DIVERSIFY or PACIFY.....?

The sun has gone down and the darkness has hovered the horizon,
Every creature on the earth has set aside to be on its own.
Predominantly the time preceding this, is what makes your life worthy,
Amidst creations you indulge in natural outflow of emotions.

Sounds so easy to be just writing down about the preface of life,
But does one know, what emotions could do, not only to you but the ones around you.
Engrossed in joy and excitement I always cited my thought flow,
Was it unnecessary or was it overdose of the self-triggered instincts.

My friend, I don't know what you are thinking,
There sure is lot to question and there's lot to answer,
Juvenile you might be in thinking of relations as constants,
It's not so, if you were already paraphrasing the mislead notion.

Things always change and people do change,
Nones a sage in any of the Holy pages,
The very thought you are and you would be the credential to any,
Is just a brittle process of your imagination?

Ages it has been since anyone told me,
I just thought about you!!
Of course my counterparts would say this you shouldn't expect,
Little did they think few ticks before, the same stream had crossed their very minds.

Superficially half the population known to you pulls up sympathy on your part,
Immaterialistic thoughts also tend to be pressurized but always hidden smart,
Keeping away those devil thoughts you try to move now,
Journey would have been worthless if things were always at ease.

All through your life you come across so many things and so many people,
Few of which make you feel at the very outset these are subs you longed,
Yet when it changes, the very sting of not being a part always bites.

There’s lot to speak and lots to hear but it’s within oneself that the corner should be voluntarily filled,
With the true attitude, emotion and understanding,
For every minute you lose in applying Tomato sauce to the burger,
The warmth and healthy content in it is already fading away.

Harrysdayout @ Sarjapur

We have moved into our new office in Sarjapur and as a part of poetry competition penned down

these lines which are indicative of the daily hustle.

The birds that sing and the sun that shines,
All feels so good until the thought which strikes,
From the soft and comfy bed I need to rise.

Miles away from the facilitated city,
With bread and butter in my kitty,
The visionary senses still wanting to feel the peace of the dark,
A long journey up ahead need to dress smart,
Off I set to catch the auto debited postpaid 4 wheeled cart.

Steering and braking on every corner of the road,
My heart feels so contented when I see the company board.
Amidst the greens and beneath the blue sky,
A majestic structure which stands so high.

Standing on the ground it looks so tall,
Hundreds like me within the concrete wall.
Survival of the thinnest is the mantra to get into one of those lifts,
Reaching the destination in one go is just a myth.

Pioneer or engineer you still need to greet the guarded wall,
Authenticity as a virtue it might open the doors to the big hall.
With sleepy eyes I look out of the window to sight a glimpse,
So high above the ground it sure gives you the jinx.

All so clustered and packed close by,
Yet you ping to call the person nearby.
You walk that extra mile to grab a drink,
For a mini re-union you set the brink.

Its noon, when I come down for lunch,
Spotting few empty seats I rush to dive,
Only to hear a voice say "We are already five".

Amongst a huge crowd under the same banner, it all looks so new and strange,
End of it all there's always something good about a change

There is never a destiny where you will feel satisfied,
Every new development seems mystified,
There’s not much to think but to agree that the change is to get us all unified,
A new workplace and upcoming facilities so that your lives are simplified.

Day goes by with bugging and debugging,
One eye staring out to see the sun setting,
Fait accompli you rush down like you are running a marathon,
Moving through the crowd, which poses a challenge even to the Python,
You grab a window seat as if it were a tourist bus in Rome,
Hours later you open your eyes much to the content to find "Home Sweet Home".

YOUNG POLITICS!!!

ELECTIONS 09!!..... Man was it historical or what..???

UPA gets a thumbs up from the people, wining a good number of seats. Few surprises down south and the UP. The rising share market indicating faith in the upcoming govt.

Well all of this is good for the the country "as of now"

However though, I am still amazed at Rahul Gandhi's thought of not getting involved in the cabinet, whilst just being there in the party encouraging more youngsters into politics. He sure did create a wave amongst the young guns and the results have very well shown that few youngsters too are into the herd.

Well then, now that they are there, what's the point in keeping them away from shouldering the responsibility of the country. I mean what experience are you going to gain and whats the use then to pull in youngsters if your not going to get them into the working cadre.

I say pull in a couple of the young leaders and put them in the cabinet. Give them the tough task of being a minister and being responsible for the country's progress in that particular dept.

You still keep the decision making with the oldies and expect govt to think and act in the new generation style. AHA!!!

What do you people think... Rahul better on bench or on the project :)

SAMETIME THIS-TIME!!

Howdie Ho folks!! This one's for my official friend :-)....
We speak more over chat than in person :-)..

Abe oye hi hello
Aise shuru hota hai apna din chalu.
Duniya bhar ki khabrein
Madamji dhund kar bhejti hai link mein.

Theek 9 baje nikalti hai naste ke liye
Aate jaate logon ko bhi bolti hai "aap bhi chaliye".
Masti aur nautanki baatein karte hein hum din bhar
Shaam tak pet dard karta hai has has kar.

Dophar ki neend ko chutkiyoon mein bhagati hai
Aas paas ke logon ko apne unglion pe nachati hai.

Idhar ki baatein udhar
Aur udhar ki baatein idhar.
Na jaane samachar milte hein ise kidhar
Lekin pehle ja pahunchte hai iske kano par.

Internet ke saare links iske brower pe milengi
Shayad hi rahega ki bina puche koi link kholengi.
Hasi majak se kat jaata hai mera din
Mere orkut aur facebook account suna pad jayega tumhare profile ke bin.

Naam hai iska Priya
Kisi ke haath mein na aane wali chidiya.

HARRY and SALLY!!! A fairy tale.....

(Just inspired by the Harry and Sally episode I write this piece of a fairy tale. Many a things fall into place, but yes I wouldn't stop anyone from expressing their personal comments. )

Oh!! Dear one, keep away your cries,

Forget the world and close your eyes.

I'll tell you a story,

In your dreams you make merry.

Once upon a time, far beyond the valley,

A Knight named Harry went in search for his Sally.

He set out on his elegant and mighty Horse, morphing every other sound,

Determined as he was  to navigate every bit of ground.

Days and weeks just kept rolling,

But he never stopped his wilful patrolling.

Call it destinsy or co-incidence,

He met, what he thought was his precedence.

A thought might have pondered in his mind,

Not knowing why, with his foes he started to unwind.

Was she the one for whom he screamed through the air,

Of Royal blood,he knew his decision had to be fair.

Bound by thoughts he began to think,

The want of only Sally seemed to shrink.

Lady!!, He said, I come this far searching for just one thing,

But fate confronts me with something.

Quiet she was stunned by his thought,

Indulged in imagination as to what her fate might have brought.

My search is on and would not end,

I see a spark of joy in this blend,

I offer my space for  a new friend.

A smile on her face, to which a grin he gave,

Memories of this day he would ever save.

He rode away with a contented heart,

Catching the very glimpse, she stood there smart.

Distant they were yet they spoke,

To meet again they ever hoped.

Amongst friends, they were the talk,

Teased and pulled in every walk.

Such an act demanded a return pay,

None knew but towards a good friendship a path they did lay.

Sleep my Dearest One, for every thing you ask you don't get,

And every new thing you find will never let you regret.

Skandagiri - Moving towards light!!

Far away from the crowded stream
Stood a nature's acquired dream.

It was a journey towards light,
Reaching the isle when the sun shone bright.

Chillness ran down every nerve,
Hot Spicy Tea was awaiting to be served.

So cold it was for we all began to shiver,
It was indeed time to gulp down some beer.

We lay there on the rocks shouldering each other,
Surrounding the so called Fire we cuddled together.

After hours of disturbed sleep,
Behind the cloudy leap,
The Sun began to creep.

Hundreds of eyes gazing at the Sun,
Amongst all, focusing the lens was great fun.

Time and tide wait for none,
Neither did we leave any moment undone.

Names and relations tend to perish,
But such joyful memories you will always cherish.

Time Pass!!

Saara zamana haseeno ka dewaana,
Haseeno ka mein parwana,
Jaaneman kabhi mere ghar bhi aana,
Saaf safayi karke chali jaana. :)

Will you be my Valentine??

(This one's for all of my friends, relatives, blog readers and every one near n dear to me. Valentines is not for just gf/bf, its for everyone to feel the essence of love rather than lust. I owe you many apologies for the mistakes I would have done, but I would thank you for walking besides me.)

I am a man,
With guts to lead a clan.
Honesty I will make prevail,
Commitment to one , I will never let fail.
I won't wait for anymore time,
Will you be my Valentine?

Deep inside you are the one,
Giving you company under the sun.
Never will you be just a person,
Neither will my thoughts fluctuate every season.
I feel you are mine,
Will you be my Valentine?

Lost in the world I was all these years,
For every mistake I made, you pulled my ears,
Faith and hope you provide,
In troubled times you stand beside.
Love keeps no side line,
Will you be my Valentine?

Together let us make life merry,
Joining hands we move in a ferry.
Sharing and caring let us seek light,
Enriching pleasure in all of God's delight.
If things seem so fine,
Will you be my valentine?

( P.S: If anyone thinks they can answer this Q. Pls do so. Valentine here does not apply to the opp gender only.)

Expected and Expectations!!!!

( I was just driving my car the other day. Since I was alone lot many thoughts went through my mind. One such thing is what I have written below. )


The world seems so confused,
with what is expected and what are expectations.
Ego and attitude is what hinders the difference,
A doubt in the heart puts the mind in drought.
I am no preacher or a highly skilled master,
To command to the people.
For what I see from my eyes is what I write,
Lest bothered if the other one feels this isn't right.

We are bound in a relation,
Else otherwise we all are individuals.
Be it a parent or a friend,
You are yourself until you know there is other, to give it a name.
I ask you humans is it expectations that we keep against our people,
Or is it expected of a dear one to think of the other.
I hear from many, Do not keep expectations,
But is it expectations from a mother/father/sister/brother.
A friend or a colleague might have expectations from his peers,
Thou be the case then thy thought isn't right.

A family is bound to give or seek,
For, if it wasn't there is no need for one such thing.
If it wasn't for these there would be no word coined,
And expectations and expected would only be a dream.
My fellow souls is this what you think life is,
For I don't see else otherwise why a family was made.

To nurture my thought, I make this attempt,
To think of a family as the one which gives it all without any expectations,
For when everyone leaves you aside, these will remain as ever and forever.


( open for critics... )

Mera nayaa Humsafar!!!

टेढ़े मेढ़े से ये रास्ते ,

मंजिलों तक ये हमें पहुंचाते.

सेहन कर लेते दुनिया का बोझ ,

सवारी जो निकलती है हर रोझ.

इस भीड़ में आँख चुराता है मेरा साथी ,

निकल पड़ता है तेज़ बरसात की भाँती.

दिखता वो शरीर से काला ,

पर है मन्न का साफ़ और मतवाला.

रात के साए को वो कर दे उजाला ,

सुरक्षित मुझे आख़िर तक ले चलता .

ए दोस्त करूँगा में तुम्हारा रखवाला ,

पड़ने दूंगा न तुमपे बुरी नजार का पाला .

जब मिलेंगे हम दोनों के हाथ ,

आशा करता हूँ कभी न छुटेगा तुम्हारा साथ .

जान लो दुनियावालों ये नई ख़बर ,

HONDA ACTIVA!! मेरा नया हमसफ़र !!!!!!

Coming soon!!

Mera Humsafar or rather Mera Naya Humsafar.. keep reading :-)

Bhavnayein!!!

Hoon mein chanchal vichlit mann ka,
Khush rehne ka maksad hai mera.

Har praani hai alag auroon se,
Rakta vibhinn soch apne mann mein.

Auroon ke karta wo kaam anek,
Bas judi isse bhavana ek.

Hum bhi ek praani hein,
Rakte hai kaayi aashayein,
Jinse judi hai meri saari bhavanayein.

Humein samajna aasan nahi,
Paranthu agar dost ho tho karoge koshish kaayi.

Aye saathi!! humein samaj lena,
Aur hamesha apna saath dena.

Its good to respect others feelings.. Not everyone is the felt the same way as it is to anyone else.
Please do not apply this to any relation. Its just about how one is.

My Dear Friend!!!

Roses are red, violets are blue,
Honey is sweet and so are you.
These were the thoughts that ran through my head,
Catching a glimpse of my dear friend.

Heart full of joy and mindful of thoughts,
She was a fairy sent by the Gods.
The twilight shone on her sparkling eyes,
Cheer of an angel to every one's surprise.

I lay beneath the twinkling sky,
To watch her pass by.
Soft as she is inside of her heart,
Worthy it is to be a small part.

She is the one I would never let go,
A true friend to whom I heartily bow.
Life is short, smartly you should lead,
A friend is one whom you always need.

Happy as I am to have found a mate,
Its a pride to have such a lucky fate.
I wish you always show me the light,
Delight it is to walk with a friend's foresight.
Love and happiness to all you may send,
Down to earth you are my dear friend.


(Dedicated to my very close friend.)

Living the Making of the Heaven!!

“ I want to be in Heaven “

“ There’s something beyond the skies “

Such are thoughts every mortal seems to indulge,

Living his life with hopes and prayers.

Blind we are for we don see,

A broad horizon beyond every sea,

A silver lining in each cloud it could be.

The sun that shines to awaken every soul,

Energizing each one to reach their goal.

The beautiful flowers that bloom in the morning,

Cheering your days even in the darkening.

Chirping birds singing so sweet,

Hoping to see each day happiness you meet.

The blowing wind, the needy water

The tall trees amongst the huge mountains,

All seem to make the world look bliss,

The perfect symphony you wouldn’t want to miss.

Open your eyes and broaden your mind,

Ticking away the time one tries to find,

A place with peace and lots of joy.

Fools we are for we don’t realize,

Bound by beliefs we don’t visualize,

The thing you search for, is God’s courtesy.

If there is Heaven then you are in the making,

If this isn’t Heaven then you aren’t living.

Aashayein

Jaane anjaane mein mile hum unse,

Baatein karte rahe ghaanto tak us dinse,

Pata nahi chala pyaar kar baite kabse.

Zindagi ke irdh girdh mein hum yaad kartein unhein,

Dil mein basa liya hai jinhe.

Kabhi na use rone diya,

uske kandhoon par ka bhaar meine apna liya.

Chaha kar bhi hum unhein khush nahi rakh pa rahe hein,

Par dua kar rahe hein ki unhein jeevan ki saari khushiyaan mile.

Ye ishq nahi,

Moh ki soch nahi,

Bas mann se baat sochi,

Agar kabhi apnaya hai humein to samjayenge ye baat unkahin.

Vichalit hai ye duniya jo mere pyaar ko nahi samaj pa rahi,

Meri baatein shayad lagti na use sahi,

Bas dil se nikli har baat reh jaati hai wahin ke wahin.

Waqt mile to humein bhi kabhi yaad karna,

Akele pad jayenge is duniya mein varna.

Intezaar mein ruke hai hum kayi dino se,

Mann hi mann mein yaha asha liye,

Aayenge wo jaldi humare ghar pe.

Yaaron ise ek prem khata na samjo,

Ek bhai ke pyaar ko pehchano,

Is pavitra bandhan ko Brasht na karna duniyawaloon,

Pyaari behena aap mere liye bahut kuch ho ye tum jaano.