Sunday, March 27, 2016

Maybe

  maybe if i was young and stupid 
  he could've believed  me 
maybe if i was nice and pretty
 he didn't had to suck it 
maybe if i was quiet and naive
he won't have to push him
maybe if i was lost and found him
 he didn't have to abuse me
maybe if i had heard more and less talkative
 he didn't had to punish me
maybe if i was witty and silly
he could've hugged me
maybe if i was shy and alone
only then he could've loved me.....



Monday, March 14, 2016

Mann Kehta hai

                                         mann kehta hai 
                                      asmaano mein udon
                                      samet kar saare taare 
                              tere daaman mein bhar doon 
                                        mann kehta hai 
                                    jitne khawab hain tere
                                 sabhi aaj he pure kar doon
                                      mann kehta hai 
                               ki kaiynaat ki tamaaam
                     jo bhi hain khushiyan tere naam kar doon    
                                pari ho tum meri jahan ki
                              dhoondh dhoond kar 
                       jaanat aur zameen  ek kar doon 
                                 mann kehta hai 
                          ki jab uthe mere kadam 
                 meri har manzil tere hawale kar doon 
                            mann kehta hai ki
                            mere har sajde mein 
                            ho sajda tumhara
                  un hatheliyon mein jaan nisar kar doon
                    aur agar fir bhi reh jaaye koi kasar     
                                mann kehta hai
                     ki saari kasar puri kar doon 

Sunday, March 13, 2016

My take on Love and Relantionships

I came upon this a true story about an elderly gentleman and a divorced lady who were neighbors. They lived alone. She rarely came out of her house. The man helped her break out of her cocoon. They began spending time together and people began making stories about them. The woman became so despondent that she decided to shift but the man stood by her side and to shut the people out they got married.  For most of us it might sound as a very strange relationship.  
The man had been a widower. His kids had grown and had a life of their own. He was experienced going through the harsh realities of life. The lady had been recently divorced and was in a dilemma about who she was and what was she going to do the rest of her life?  Being alone and then a lady she had already been marginalized. She considered herself the victim of the situation.  The answer to the question that what could be the reason behind their unique relationship is their loneliness. Both have been deprived thus, found solace in each other. The man cannot predict what lies ahead but he can certainly be there and make sure that she stands tall against all odds. He can guide her through his experience; make her used-to of her new lifestyle yet she’d have to find her own way.  He can provide realism to her unresolved prayers.
They don’t expect much off each other they’re just glad that they found a companion. The lady considers this man to be a savior in times of trouble when her own shadow deceived her; he was the one to rescue her from self destruction. The man considers the lady to be his last beacon of hope. They help survive each other. According to them their loneliness and mutual understanding gave rise to love and they were able to make a bold move as they tied the knot with one another.  This relationship can help both of them to evolve and confront their fears and the world.
Love is abstract and their can never be any explanations. According to my opinion love is a process, it breeds, it grows and get better with time. It isn’t important that one can always be right about it mostly what we consider ‘love’ is fancy imagination or infatuation.
As history goes ideologies have also been conflicted between the modern and the age old. The experienced members of the society always claim that a true relationship should be based on parental acceptance. But I believe that a foundation of every relationship is love because it covers all aspects needed between two people.
One thing that should be kept in mind that nothing works one sided. You have to see  that its two hands that claps rings.  Relationship is constant work so don’t give up and never get exhausted.  Human tendencies and their differences will not make them always agreeable. Resolve your differences and start on a blank slate. Learn from your experiences whether good or bad. Create a fine balance and eventually you will get it right as they say that there is always room for improvement.
Everything begins with a small talk. The more you talk the more you get comfortable around the person.  Don’t be afraid to get into arguments or fights. Communications should always be platonic. You should be able to confess anything and everything whether it is being unwilling to quit your job or lack of satisfaction during intimacy. Do not hesitate. Let’s remember this that one way or the other you are going to tell it someone so let that someone be that person whenever in doubt just ask yourself “will it be better if the person hears from you or from someone else?”
Two bodies’ one soul but it shouldn’t be two bodies congested and suffocating in one soul. Everyone should get their own share of appropriate privacy. For example a lawyer and a doctor were arguing who loves who the most the doctor said that I love you so much that I can get stars for you so the lawyer replied that if you love me so much that become a lawyer like me: we can understand that love is giving completeness to each other otherwise the relationship becomes lopsided but the instance right here is not a sacrifice rather a step towards a ruined future spent in an asylum. Love should be nurtured and shared; it shouldn’t become the reason for interference.
There is nothing perfect in this world. One can only aim for profundity. Spending quality time and actually paying attention to each other solves half the problem. Relationships never work on fickle and frivolous. You cannot get by relationships by using hit and try methods. It is a matter of choice so the decision should lie in your hands. You shouldn’t be influenced by anyone or anything.
Love is unbiased of everything and anything; it only commands self-dedication which comes through respect and modesty. It is an expression and one shouldn’t feel it for the sake of feeling it but accept it with sensibility and embrace it soulfully for once and for all.
Let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of heaven dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.- Khalil Gibran.



Sunday, March 6, 2016

The Girl's Hostel

at the age of fifteen i was sent to the boarding school. like every other girl who had never been away from home i was nervous. my dad has been driving , with each kilometer passed i was becoming a wreck. it wasn't as if i was a nuisance back home instead i was among-st the brightest students of my class. my family wanted me to excel academically that was the reason they were sending me to the hostel and since it was a girl's hostel i was a little comfortable but still instilled in me was the fear of the unknown. 
anyhow i am not going to waste any time explaining my emotions of being away from home instead would jump to the point where everything changed. i found myself sharing my room with a room mate. i was trying to cope with everything new around me and since it was all new i felt strange about it: eating in the mess with so many students, studying with everyone around, all was awkward and the worst feeling was that i was just a stranger, lonely in the crowd. my room mate had friends although she was not attracter but she had friends and they were, they were different...in so many ways. every evening i would return to my room and find her and her friends huddled up. they were senior boys, older. hostel had a no-boy rule i wondered how could she break rules and stay in. she would skip classes, had boys in her room and what not still no questions would be raised. 
the curiosity of knowing my special room mate had been piling up inside me since days and it had reached a point the point where i just had to ask her walking upto her when she was all by herself "can i ask you something?"
she looked me up to down and said "yeah."
"how come you skip classes and have boys over?"
"dude if you want guys to come over, you just have to say it", she said boldly.
"no, its not that shilpa i am just curious to know, that's all."

as soon as i completed my sentence she stood up from the bed and walked slowly towards me. her steps were intimidating, so intimidating that  they made me hit the wall. "you know curiosity kills the cat," said she in my face. 
i turned away and walked out of the room. i couldn't erase her presence out of my eyes but i kept walking till i  was out of it. 
days went by, shilpa said less but did more. she was the silent master at everything but there was this intimidating fearless aspect about her and i couldn't dent the fact that i was afraid of it. unfortunately she knew that and was prepared to use my fear in her favors. 
sleeping one night i felt as if somebody had been caressing my face. at first i thought maybe i was being paranoid but i became stern  when the nest morning shilpa said "you have soft skin."
a strange compliment coming from a girl but i remained neutral.  there was always this awkwardness between us no matter what we were always strange towards each other. when it couldn't last any longer shilpa decided to break the barriers "we've been room mates for a while now and i know nothing about you. are you going to the dance this week."

i wasn't going and it was not because i had no one to go with as it was one of those times when we got to mingle with the boys, the reason was that i had no interest in spending time chasing boys, making fake conversations  and going crazy over meaningless loudness. 
she laughed after hearing my explanation and said "i never knew you were so humorous. anyways i ain't going either so now is the chance we'd be able to spend time together maybe bond over small talk what do you say?"
"okay" i said agreeably.

the night of the dance we sat talked and ate. she had ordered Chinese. i was feeling comfortable  finally being able to communicate with her.  while talking her hand was on my thighs caressing them slowly. i didn't like it and stood up that instant. once again she walked upto me walling me. i turned away from her and this time went straight inside the washroom splashing water on my face recurrently till i was out of her trance. i couldn't stay in there forever so i opened the door and she was standing right there waiting for me. i had never been in such a situation and evidently i hadn't imagine any way out of it. i stood there and looked down. her intimidating steps here so close that i could sense her vibration. her hand was on my waist. i was annoyed i wanted her to step away but she didn't. she pushed me closer i was still looking down. she waited on me to look up in her eyes but i was annoyed and afraid to do anything. 
so she  did what she was suppose to, my eyes  were looking away from her. they were too scared to make any eyes contact with her. she didn't said anything but held my hand and made me sit on the bed. my annoyment was increasing minute after minute. she held my face and caressed my cheeks softly. although she was slow i didn't like the very touch of her. before i could do anything she kissed my forehead, moving to my cheeks kissing them and as she reached my lips i shut up eyes. her wet lips were on mine, she kissed them, the corners of my lips, biting them lightly so i wouldn't feel the pain.she held my face up and began licking my neck. i was looking away disgusted. i was waiting for her to get done with me but as it turned out she had planned ahead. 

she pushed me down on the bed to lie back. she was once again kissing my lips and then pushed her mouth inside me, taking over my tongue. she pushed herself upon me. her legs spread ed mine hitting my thighs with her muscles. i was out of breath. i couldn't take it anymore so i pushed her away "get off me! get away from me!!" 
she didn't let her grip loose rather clenched my wrists, whispering in my ear "next time, i'll use rope" and continued biting my earlobe. i was becoming restless as she begin showing her true colors, removing the layers of fabrics on me. she had already threw her clothes away on the floor. she held my breasts and squeezed them like toys. she shook them up like savage and sucked on my nipples. i was hurting. my moans had turn into whining. 
i tried pushed her away but shilpa had gone mad in her passion. she sneaked her finger inside my panties and stuck her fist inside.tears were shedding from my eyes relentlessly. my feet were trembling as i was appalled in nudity. i held my panties but she snatched them and pulled them down. i tried shutting my legs but she pulled by hairs by their roots forcing them open. 
my pleading were worthless. she ignored my deafening calls as if she had no ears. her one hand was inside my ass and the other beating my thighs till they were red. she spread ed my legs and sucked on my vagina., biting on it and violating me till i went numb. she didn't stopped till she was tired.....

TO BE CONTINUED.....

Friday, March 4, 2016

Don't Have To Be

            you don't have to write 
                 to seem intellect
                 a pair of glasses 
               a pretend book 
               a classy pen
            would just do
           create a mess
         scribble around 
       you might find some 
       order in the chaos  
      the world's a mess 
  like your scribbled pages
it has been evolving into a chaos
 through the passing ages 
     no need to quote
people that don't even exist 
      for sometimes 
words, syllables even letter would be 
enough to build your vocabulary 
 no benefit in thinking hard
     cause it won't help
always trying to be someone else
sometimes its just best to stay with yourself....

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Woes

                                              this ain't no fucking lies
                                       no way i am sorry, not gonna apologize
                                       nothing can bring me down
                                     i am way up fools, won't be falling down
                                       its so easy to be raw and loud
                                     its so easy when your not around
                                      loves love, haters hate
                                    but baby give it a second, just wait 
                                   better not expect any sympathy
                                   cry baby cry, i work abusively 
                                       you were my crush
                                crushed it good and rough 
                                      love is a strong word
                                  leaves you insanely hurt
                          so this ain't the word i'll be using
                                    but yo homie!! 
                            i don't think you know me 
                       don't even what mah favorite color
                       or what makes me crazy go hollar
                          and he thinks he can do 
                      gutless you can never do me
                      baby don't have the heart to woe me!!

                                                INSPIRED FROM KANYE WEST, ALL HAIL YEEZUS!!!