Slinging scribbles

I be a man yet I say that, With sheer disgrace on my mankind When I say that, It’s just not me or you But chauvinistic men when I say that, Love women only for lust? How jejune when I say that; For ages compromising love for lust, Draining your fluid for the forceful fun Can’t you feel her pain when you fill your lust? Its foolish men when I say that What a coward piece of scribe When I write that; Can’t win her love yet play like a soldier; To what do you take your pride for? Is it even worthy enough to be severed by a brave sword? Pray, tell me you do feel shameless when I say that! I proclaim, am enough foolish, When I myself say that; For when I contemplate the unseen, My actions remain bleak. Though he, who writes and prays for all, Asks the providence for favor, for one for all; Do not make us foolish enough, Only to entertain our lust and desires! Love is what they ask and I pray for!  

Well,more than anyone and anybody this message is meant for me by far.the reason behind putting it on board must contribute to the laziness to which i attribute my lack of writing to.though its certainly not true that i dont hold the penchant for writing anymore for whenever i perceive the things that i see,my mind acts as a pen and jots down the intricacies with ease.its just that when it comes to rubbing the keys,my lust for writing vanishes.how i wish among the thousand other wishes,i had a self-auto pen which felt what i wrote(i mean it,the words aren't meant to be mistaken) without the support of my hand?That would be such a novel deed to do for then my blog would feed itself from millions of words waiting to be digested into a nutritive potion.For instance,when i leave the house i wish to write about the pets,the milkman who delivers the protein with sublime success,the lovers oblivious of their surroundings,the falling leaves,the zephyr,my mother;the list just seems endless....

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

Smit Mehta, Reporter,Future news,3200 The residents of Dombivli,who had been to picnic in Yehur Hills were in for a state of shock when they stumbled upon an enormous piece of mass peacefully rooted in the ground.The residents seemed to be in a state of fray as they pelted stones on what seemed liked a peacefully sleeping creature.In the hustle,it is believed that many children lost their connections with the oxygen cylinders and had to be hospitalized for severe suffocation.The condition of the children is believed to be stable for now.On proper surveillance the police deemed it accurate to call the archaeological department for a proper research into the dormant being.  After a thorough inquiry,the Department,seemed to have cracked the enigma and established the facts behind the origin of the creature.Its the first time in history of Utopia that the archaeologists have taken the help of the environmentalists and scientists to come up with what seems to be the the breakthrough...

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.

Idyllic girl I met in my college Quite obverse of the people seen As she walks with such a swagger That could bow even the king to a cradle   In this vile world lies a girl With an open heart to face the trouble The love, the hate, the tears She overcomes them to beat the fears   Smiles with no feign Cries with no joy There I met the idyllic girl Who loves to walk the way her heart goes by     A ray of hope in her blackberry fervid eyes Beautiful like a condescend moonlight Infectious is her photogenic smile Affectionately cries at the drop of a hat for every pie of her life     That girl I met in my college With whom I shared my frights Walked, talked, laughed, giggled Like a sibling; no lies…period. You will remain close to me Whether we live or die……………………………