A try with mother tounge :D

Nazre utha ke dekho,
Teri duniya mein, Khushiyon ki kami nai.

Dil ke he kisi kone mein, 

Chupi hai tere honthon ki hansi kahni.
Yaadon ko sameto, Apne mann ko tatolo,
Apne dil ke chabi se,
Sunhere palo ke sare tale tum kholo.
Gam to har khushe ka humrahee hai,
Apne pas ane pe use bi,
Tm apne baahen khole,
Shiddat se sath le lo.
Akhir wo he to hai sbse hanseen.,
Uske bina teri khushe ke,
 kahan pooch kahni.

Nazre utha ke dekho,
Teri duniya mein, Khushiyon ki kami nai.

Dil ke he kisi kone mein, 

Chupi hai tere honthon ki hansi kahni.

Sham ke bad subah, 

Subh ke bad shaam. 

Ye to kudrat ka usool hai.

Kisi ke raqeeb mein kahaan, 

Bina kaanton ke fool hai. 

Tere muskaan tere jigar ka aina hai, 

Aur, khoobsorat har dil ke daastan hai.

Manzil to khud teri, 

Tera rasta hai. 

Nazre utha ke dekho, 

Teri duniya mein, Khushiyon ki kami nai.

Dil ke he kisi kone mein, 

Chupi hai tere honthon ki hansi kahni.

Aur chalti rahegi ye jindagi yunhi, 

Hoge pure wo sapne saare, 

Ankhon mein the jo adhure, 

Akhir har saans ki koi wajah hai, 

khushe to asli andhere me chupi,

 wo roshini ki tarah hai, 

Jiski chah tere dil ko 

tere mehboob ki tarah hai. 

Ek taraf shikwo ki shikayeten, 

To dusri or, 

Apno ka manchaha sath hai, 

Chun na tjhe he do raho mein se ek aj hai.

Nazre utha ke dekho, 

Teri duniya mein, Khushiyon ki kami nai.

Dil ke he kisi kone mein, 

Chupi hai tere honthon ki hansi kahni.

Wonder Or A Blunder..?

Time is Passing by,
With any moment ain't telling Good-Bye!
Even In the Dreams they escape.
Love & Life Both losing in Race,
(Help & Hope) -Lessly !
He, Smiling & Accepting the defeat
Peacefully!

He,
The Child still pays visit to her Grave,
With a Man of Familiar Long Shade.
He is grown up now,
Loosing the clue of his Virtue!

The Broken Heart never  fixed,
So, It leaks the Love
And Experience the virtual bliss.

Get real the time,
Hope That child still lives fine.
In a very limited while,
He learn the lesson
Of How it feels to silently Lay.


In Some Rhymes, He tried
to tell the world,
Destiny ends when We silently Lay,
Without Dreams,
Surrounded by the ones,
Whose heart, for us can cry.
Crying!

My mind still needs a guide,
About to the times he said
When he Correct
Or Just a Threatening Lie!

And yet the question is,
Did the child came alive!?

Easy.

Boredom, Music, Reading, Chatting, Movies, Thoughts & Pheinallyyy Blogging!

Well the title was again to be cool, I just again saved a Unpublished thing, thinking not the right time and right way!

Read two blogs of my few author friends, both totally opposite though! Anyway what brings me here is my hobbie and a piece of advice from a old pal!

When you are low JUST WRITE what you feel,So I am blogging! But, I am not low, Its for taking things out of mind shadowed and society feared Heart to just accept what it feels!It feels I am not me, or I have never been in this compromising situation ever! Feels Loner all while!

Or I just can't be Happy or say satisfied.

Talking to my Old friend days back, I told her when you envy people doing good, enjoying ( in a positive way) all you want to do is do something you're good at, or what gives you satisfaction, So I Started Penning down a story! Tried it time back too! Just after giving it a start, It feels, I lost The capability to write anything or I never had it!

Like a while ago I think I had so much to write, and now nothing! This happens a lot! And In order to cover What I do is just speak Irrelevant  Shit!

Well Whatever, This Shall too pass by!

Actually It feels incomplete! I miss myself!I miss friends here in this place, which is still new for me after 3 years.Had Some people around this while, Some left the town, for Some I was too mean and break ups with some! And with some the Trauma, Does that ever happened to you too, when you try not to be judgmental about some persons, They turn out to be judging you, and in order to please them you be the one, You're not.? You all the time feel that's worth nothing! But For finding reason to make it worth, as of all the time, I tell myself, Its a learning, a testing phase.

It feels that I can never have friends, with these I mean the ones without any mean, ( chalo, thoda toh level ho :D ), amean don't haunt . I guess I am too bad in keeping pals!

The loneliness, or habit of being with people has disillusioned my brain, & It contaminates my heart with restlessness! Sometime It feels that these venomous spiders are just crawling up to me! Those are the time when the most wonderful creation of GOD, music comes as a Superhero to me! Thanks ALMIGHTY!

Getting Some new people in life in past six months,with a hope, They are good at heart I feel, They are cool , they are cute but the unconditional trust is what still I wanna put in!

And  Gwalior and my teenage, no matter how much I curse you, I miss you! You gave The deepest friends, memories and cuts!

Finally They Fit to Something.

Why I write this, just to make myself realize that no matter what costume you wear, the inner self remains the same, I remain a loner as of now, as I guess it was the only love I had that was not One sided!

It turned out to be all about my boring shit, though of random title, apologies for that, but thats kinda me!

By the way One other pal says, Don't write, You will be sadder, the more you write.  He is right, But It satisfies me, It feels light!

Thanks for bearing!

Abhiram

The RED Machine!

If all goes wrong,
Then are not so far times,
When the same goes right.
Time flies making the babies cry,
but for a man tears bring down the fire of RED machine!
Yes the one on left side,
the same that's always right!
Happiness is its fuel and you are its life!
I guess,
That is why they say that Love is a drug!
People can move so they part their ways,
It remains on its place trying to adapt the new sources of pain,
It gets used to get over the same,
again some move, some called fools stick at the same place!
Meanwhile Sometimes it never lets you to be the same!
Some creatures idiot, some creature mean,
Whichs not there quality,
Its there new social name.
Actually,
Its always there way to deal the pain.
Thats the significance of RED MACHINE,
Farthest from mechanics,
Which never lets you to be the same!

 

Things keep moving and the life never stops, but we can never be this. I guess most of the time we are not, because we don't want to! Just for sake of out hearts, happiness, satisfaction we ted to trust people. And what happens most is the person who needs other the most is hurt the most, Making him more pitiable. But  thank GOD the Threshold exist ! I don't remember what movie could be made from my life when I wrote these rhymes. But On Recovery of every Relapse, I find it relevant to me. Every  time rising up believing in winters to bring the spring, I hope it to the saturation point, but its not. Maybe because if it  is then the adventure will vanish. And It would be more miserable. My Red machine has landed me in troubles a lot of time, embarrassment of getting bullied in the bus lines, to walking by hiding my face in the corridors! "Ahh! The Woodstock times, Foundation of   the way I living this life, I can say" 

 Crossing by the satellite, following her, wanted to get noticed. Saying cheesy stuff, repeating the things she like to talk about,teasing her like a small kid. Caressing her twist ankle, by getting down on my knees on a public road.

  Using the network I hated, changing my choices. Ignoring the friends I miss today, for a chap like me It was something next to impossible then. Keeping her apart the other things to, standing on rail, moving second before train, trying stoppies with injured shoulder, busting an night before exam to posing drunk on fort's cliff bouandary,Everything . Infact, from, Putting the melted choclate on her cheeks To the times, I Idiotically watched her Open mouth, this machine is woodstock of all my actions.

I try to avoid it and use the other one, but the peace goes missing from the soul. Even there are pains, heart breaks, but if It gets the drug. Everything is worth It made me bear.

 

Whenever I try to modulate it, It changes me back! And me being his slave, find happiness in whatever it takes. Getting A lot philospical. But  this gives it the fuel too!! Here in this place too get the fuel and the drug.

Sighing Of, Feeling light Even at 4 in the Morning, Thanks for Bearing!;)

 

Abhiram

Narration Of The Last Wish.

 

A hug in a year is also a crime,

Its not the love you could deny,

Or the level of lust so high!

It’s a seasonal habit,

Without a reason at it.

By every line,

Worse goes my rhyme!

A consequence of breakdown

In my heart,

Making my grave an inch large.

Placing it above the ground,

But now, I don’t wont you to know,

That the fool lost is found!

 

They asked me my last wish

I said for two things,

Who lead to heaven through 

A hell’s mirage!

I am not scared of ending,

I am scared,

What if I get lost in those stars?

Without you!

Scars make me bleed

On the death cab Too!

But peace in my eyes,

Reason,

They saw you in my Worthless life.

Pain in the heart,

To hard for him to believe,

We close enough to get apart.

He isn’t be ever dead,

Felt yours spark

Sorrow in my soul,

Cause they could not get a Company from yours.

I woke up of the day dream,

It’s the end’s beginning.

I am not scared of ending,

I am scared,

What if I get lost in those stars?

Without you!

I am scared,

What if you disappeared from my sight?

The race of my litreature reached the destination.,

Now its time for those thoughts that kept on the imaginations.

After 14, for the first time on different ways,

It’s going to be my last stop.

Finished his life unlike the dreams,

She was the last he thought of.

I Love You Deezy.

He said from the breaths he fought for.:)

Abhiram

This Seems To Be A Habit Now