Evening

Today d evenin was lyk d rest of all,

for the view from Kharghar looked best at dis tym,

the sun settling down for now from his work,

behind d dark lighted clouds n blendin wid the urban n rural scene,

for i walked and walked now till i reached home,

freshed up n was ready to go,

to stop up gruzzling of my stomach,

For d clouds grumbled n drizzled to warn of the greater danger,

ingorin it was in my nature,

down n down it poured lyk a wrath upon d earth,

realising its wrong soon,

soon its wrath faded away,

for now it cried wat it had done,

weeping softly till sailin away in the ethery realm,

for livin a nomadic lyf was its curse,

it wandered and wandered places,

but cudnt settled down even at one of the places,

raging his wrath it went from places,

sometyms  sky blue cheerful n sometyms dark black angery,

for no one understood d inside of him,

for inside  n inside,he was lone n lone he was,

for it may soon fade away now,

disappearing behind d vastness of the ethery sky. . .

for i lay here tired from d day's run,

resting for now till next run. . . . .

Restlesness

Words juggle inside my head,

No matter how i hard i try,

It cudn't stop dere n dere. . .

It just goes on,lyk it words being taking its form,

Showing my restlesness of bounded mind,

Waiting to break away from all,

Run away from the sinisters of self n d oders,

From dese words to live a quiet lyf,maybe satisfied n resting one. . .

Wonderin

Now dere is something i always wanna write ,

perfection may touch ya eyes but wudn'nt touch ya heart,

the bestest of all may feel empty and unsatisfied inside,

for if he wasnt den he wudnt had tried dat hard. . . .

beauty does matter to an extent but not for eternity,

for all may fade away wid the passage of tym,

n wat wud remain wud be beauty of the inside,

we all lay n wonder n wonder till nyt take it under its cover,

some wonder wat's next,

some may wonder wat's wrong ,

and some something something all along,

for dat tym he is alone wid self,

wat wud remain now ,

n wat wud be den,

for no1 can say till it happens till den,

for wat it looks right, maybe be left tmrw,

n something else day after,

changin n changin to d world need. . . .

everything is here,still nothing is here,

maybe a look arund wud be better for d end. . .

still der is a cocktail of all d things in lyf,it depends upon how to live it ryt. . .

funny is dat  my words can form pieces,lyk a piece to piece fitted pieces. . .

so quiet is d nyt. . .

clean r d sky

n I lay here wondering tonyt. .  .

Stupid Stuff

There is always something stupid going On n On,

Stupid here n stupid there,

For nuthin cud get rid of dis stupidity of mine n d world.

Fickle Fickly Fickly mind it is,

Crazy enough that no1 try to understand anything,

But not lacking behind in correcting some1,

For how much correct they themselves be,

For Lacking all d common sense behind,

Still U :) on ya Stupidity.

Besides we all live in a Stupid world wid Stupid Ppl. . . . 

All is Funny,

Yet we take tension of it,

Just Think of the things U do,

And You will be realizin,

Or later made to realize,

Both way actually,

Maybe not for now,maybe for not later,

But maybe someday..

For den U wud laugh at ur Stupidity. . . 

And The one who wudn't,

Simply Hasn't become wise enough, 

To learn from his mistakes. . . . 

The nyt is wide,

So close ur eyes,

Sleepin so tyt,

Till sun lyt hits u r eyes..

So Gud nyt...

To be alive to be alive

Sometyms in greatest hours of lyf,

u face grievances for wich u cudnt do anything,

even wen u wanted to do. . .

lyk a tied dog to a pole ,

unable to do anything,

bounded by d will of his master,

eatin up frm inside,

can't cry n can't speak,

only wat remains behind is d hollowness of d person behind,

how gud or bad yet,

we miss d person tonyt,

still we ask self ,

wat we cn do nw. .

for death would take its toll,

frm tym to tym,

For nw its d departed one for now,

then someday maybe u,

For tonyt u may close ur eyes,

to head up the start of a new day,

To be alive till u r alive. .