Slinging scribbles

Before i start ranting about all the things which deserve the least attention as expected from an 'Indian citizen' let me abase myself on how irregular and lazy i have become.The exams have got over at least a week before and by this time I could have easily immersed my pen for ravening writing sessions but alas!it was not meant to be. The exams though weren't as good as they should have been but nevertheless, I had a wonderful time giving them.It gave me a hint of what I could have achieved had I paid even the least attention it deserves in my life.I have always been vocal about the displeasure about the way our education system runs and hence the sarcasm.Anyways, my college days have ended, unless the moderators,with due respect to them,think of putting me up for an encore. Amid the chaos about India winning the World Cup,Anna Hazare fasting to get the Lokpal Bill introduced and many other scams that must have took place(We live in India,it thrives o...

Around the town,across the cities beams of light illuminate the 'mahol' as people flock together to celebrate the festival of light in the evenings one can see rangolis on the doorway, earthen lamps and diyas lighting the subway, and firecrackers burning the most of other ways managers,clerks,accountants doctors,engineers,humanitarians, and all those be forgotten and yet to be heard, bringing something for their loved ones, toys,goodies or simply the affable person in them to spread the love. around the world,across the cities, prosperous it seems with the gleaming lights, And so Smit says in his scribe "Light your soul too,  like your country.  Spread love and humanity  with no bounds.  Love,live and emerge to light your very own life" happy and a prosperous diwali to all the folks,reading or away from my world

how excited i was to see you,to feel you,to grasp you; as we met at a distance which failed to set us apart for ever. how happy i was to gaze at you, to smell you;the familiar scent that had engrossed me in you for years. if every word were to lose their beauty to you, then my scribe would be such a shame eyes behind those veil,smile of a distinct flair, wouldn't my kiss,if i could,be considered a sin,to tell thee a few. your lips,thin as though the petal of an elusive flower, made the most urgent touches to your words in peace, as the incandescent glow on your face mesmerized me with its perfection . but forever seemed too far as the curse of time kissed us, and so thou had to leave like a dew; no wonder i couldn't bid you a proper adieu...

Lonely is the world, Lonely are you, Amidst the ways, Letting pass more than a few. Love her, love him, Love them, but me; O dear your heart says, Pray, love to me. Strange world we live in, Amorous only for the means; So many times the heart beats, Still, you pretend, be numb to its feel. All bonds breathe gimmick, None stays in defeat; Even a mother seeks to abort the child, Who plays with her precious life. Few realize the truth I say, But naïve like me to accept it that way; For its ages since we lived as a stray, With a heart that beats only for its sake.