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Him and her.

Posted: April 2, 2015 in English, Poems
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If you liked A Facebook Relationship, this is one more such attempt. Hope you like it too 🙂

Happy, she put on her favorite dress, the finest lipstick she had. Sad, he threw the shoe away, and lay down on the bed.

Happy, she made the best Pasta ever, he’d like it, she thought. Sad, he forgot to bring the roses she thought he’d already bought.

Happy, she had a lot to talk about, confused where to start. Sad, he wanted to keep quiet and listen to Mozart.

Happy, she wanted to hop on him as he came, and kiss him the best way she could. Sad, he just wanted to hug her, and kiss her back if she would.

Happy, she had a news to share, and an idea in mind. Sad, he’d even say no to sex today, proving the first of his kind.

Happy, she called him, waiting for him to respond. Sad, he didn’t notice his phone, and her calls of which he was fond.

Happy, she saw him as he entered the door, but the energy wasn’t there. Sad, he saw her jumping like a kid, even in his despair.

Happy, she wanted him to be happy too, but something seemed wrong. Sad, he could see how excited she was, maybe he could play along.

Sad, he still smiled, knowing she wanted him to. Sad, she toned hers down, knowing he didn’t want to.

Happy, he kissed her first, assuring her his love and care. Happy, she held his hand, telling him she was there.

Also, I was recently told that posting a good comment adds two healthy years to your life. No harm in trying, right? 🙂

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Let me put this straight, it’s a month of co-authored post, and 3rd in the line is going to be this rhyme. After the Preeto saga, this is another hindi rhyme, written by my childhood friend and a pretty good sarcasm writer, “Shailesh Yadav“.

Now here’s a word of caution, if you’re expecting any kind of sense, please don’t go further, or be ready to blame me for the excruciating 5 minutes you just spent reading this. (And as i know you ARE going to read further, here’s a tip, do press the like button in the end 😉 )

Here we go..

 

Subah k baje the 8,

Rajaai me the mere haath..

Ghode bech k so raha tha,

Sapno me kho raha tha..

Itne me ma ne jagaya,

Uth beta, tera result aaya..!!

 

Ye sunna tha ki sapna toot gaya,

Laga jaise bhanda mera phoot gaya..

Semester ki ek-ek harkat yaad aane lagi,

Aankho k saamne dhundh chaane lagi..

Semester k flashback me kahin nazar na aayi padhai,

Poore semester sirf udham machaayi..

Flashback se hosh me aaya,

Jab ma ne phir jagaya,

Uth beta.. tera result aaya.

 

Utha mai palang se, aalas me sir hilaya,

Phir jaa k computer chalaya..

Result se pehle facebook khola,

Computer ne ‘log in error’ bola..

Mai chaunk gaya, result bhool gaya, sar mera chakraya, password phir se dala, enter dabaaya..

Aur jab home page khula, tab chain aaya..

 

Dekha 1 notification aaya tha,

Class k topper ne apna result bataya tha..

Saala phir se 90% k upar laya tha..

Pehle gussa aaya, phir m muskaraya,

Aur like ka button dabaya..

Uske baad apna result khola to..

Computer screen ne “HTTP ERROR 404” dikhaya..

 

 

Dil zor-zor se dhadhkne laga,

Dimag idhar-udhar bhatakne laga..

Bure-bure khayal aane lage,

Sir pe dar ke badal chaane lage..

Maine ek baar fir roll no. dala,

Iss baar khul gaya mere result ka taala…

 

Umeed ke mutabik result ka phool khila tha,

2 subject me mujhe ‘F’ mila tha..

Par ek bat ne mera dil chhua tha,

Baki 4 subjects me mai pass hua tha..

 

Mann mera udas hone laga,

Aurr shayad dil bhi halke-halke rone laga..

Maine phir se computer ko dekha, to..

Screen gayab hone lagi thi,

Aankho k saamne dhundh chaane lagi thi..

Mai kuch bhi samajh na paaya..

 

Mai kuch bhi samajh na paaya

Tabhi mammi ne mujhe pakad kar hilaya

Aur bistar se utaarte huye boli..

Uth nalayak.,, tera result aaya..!!

 

Yep, that’s the end, short n precise, tell me if you liked it. And yes, by far this was a post with the least contribution of mine in terms of writing, but since I don’t have reference to any other literary works of shailesh, feel free to message me if you have any kinds of crap to say to him. I’ll make sure he reads that, or maybe, you can comment here. 😀

PS: If you didn’t get it, this was a dream we explained 😛

Relationships these days are different, Well at least for some!
So just this thought crossed my mind and here comes an imagination (Which I guess, might be true for many as well 😛 )
Have a look 🙂

 

I saw her face, was like GOD’s blessing,

couldn’t see more, thanks to her privacy settings..


I don’t generally do it, still added her with a nice message,

hoped she’ll like it and open her heart’s passage..


Came her reply, she asked me who,

A series of messages then followed through..


Adding and chatting then continued all along,

Sometimes just a hi and sometimes dedicating a song..

 

Her style was different, an attitude decent,

Beautiful she was, like the moon crescent..


We talked a lot, sometimes shared a joke,

sometimes a like, at times a post, and the “all the time” poke..!

 Relationship@facebookIt was going well, should ask her to meet, or at least the number, i thought,

didn’t really feel the need but it was worth giving a shot..

 

But One day we fought, couldn’t resolve it all,

thanks to a spam, something bad I had posted on her wall..


I apologised, didn’t poke her all day,

But she put an emotional status which got a 50 likes in its way..


I was clueless, didn’t know what to do,

then came a time when i was drunk, messaged something which i can’t undo..

 

You have many guy friends, they like all your updates, i had said,

What am i to you, just a “poke buddy”, I guess I was mad..


She was furious, blocked me as a result in pain,

I made many new profiles to see her, but alas! All in vain..

 

It was one nice phase, that ended just like it was created,

I don’t think I’ll see her again, my profile was DEACTIVATED!

Just out of nowhere this thought popped into my head, so I thought why not carve it into a poem and let you all read what rubbish I think 😛
Have a look.

When robots will be at your service,

When roads will be of steel..

When passwords will take place of passports,

When just by a click wounds will heal..

Vision 22nd century

Vision: 22nd century

When we’ll watch tv on the palm,

When the lcd would be the new stage..

When we would rewind the life,

When humans will control the age..

 

When you won’t need a number to call,

When we’ll teleport instead of transport..

When colleges will be online,

When Xbox will be the new tennis court..

 

When dreams will be recorded,

When we’ll travel faster than light..

When we won’t need books to study,

When our buildings will reach Everest’s height..

 

I believe an age will come when we won’t need to contact anyone but we’ll still love to see a letter..

I know the time is near when love will prevail even though we would have found the fifth form of matter..

 

We’ll miss the past for sure but love the moment we live..

Just need to make sure, that time we have a legacy to give..

 

And this one for the sports fans:

Times may come but we won’t forget Sachin, Dhyanchand or Maradona..

Though i feel champions won’t be Djokovich or Barcelona 😛

 

Don’t remember how much, but it’s been long I guess…
The day I “liked” a page, uninformed of the future beholding a great success…
I never knew being funny could make me famous, but to the wheel of my talent this platform gave a shaft…
The journey has been awesome on this WitCraft!

TWS

Sometimes it was logical, sometimes plain mad…
Can’t forget those long threads and the immense fun we had…
In the midst of this all we made many friends, to which the page acted like a graft,
The journey has been awesome on this WitCraft!

Not only fun, but professionalism I learned…
with the knowledge and the creativity, there was a lot more we earned…
Never thought I’ll be known as a writer, and people will wait for something which is just a draft,
The journey has been awesome on this WitCraft!

There is something about us that binds us together…
Some are good with one liners, some can write stories, some do all, while a few just enjoy yaha ka weather…  😛
It’s a combination of engineers and the normal humans and of course, swami Wityanand with whom we all laughed…
The journey has been awesome on this WitCraft!

Just wished to write what I felt, didn’t expect to go that long…
It’s a platform that made me realize my passion and to what I belong…
Next thing I say is obvious for here, you are made for this, if originality is your tool and Wit is your haft…
Just join us with a tinge of your wit, and believe me, the journey will be awesome on this WitCraft!

TWS Logo

I might not be very good at poems, just wanted to thank TheWittyShit.com, so I took a long shot…
Remember you guys, I owe you a lot.
(And you do the same to me for some awesome ideas I keep giving you 😛 )

  Happy Birth Day TWS!!! 😀 😀

Yes, being a big fan of Sachin, writing nothing about him till today was surprising even for me. But today is the day when this legend started his career in international cricket 22 years back, so I couldn’t get a better time to dedicate this little creation of mine to the master himself!  Have a look 🙂

Not long back it seems in cricket, a kid who started his career..
He didn’t start off very well, but in him, legends saw a warrior..
He was challenged, was put to tests, and strongly he came..
We call him Sachin, and the world remembers the name!

Chhotu Sachin

Gavaskar and Richards were his inspirations, like Bradman he played..
Mesmerizing were his shots, memorable were the tons he made..
He played against all, broke the records to change the game..
We call him Sachin, and the world remembers the name!

Records became his synonymous, from every shot he played, people learned..
He could hit every ball to fences, from the fastest ones to the ones that turned..
His skills gave him the position that no one could ever claim..
We call him Sachin, and the world remembers the name!

Bad times came, sometimes fitness and sometimes form..
But his confidence and the class stayed with him and he faced every storm..
Many said a lot about him, everytime his bat proved them lame..
We call him Sachin, and the world remembers the name!

Not only for the sport, but his personality is known..
His passion for cars, love for the country and the kindness is clearly shown..
May it be any form of game, any position he plays, his craze is always the same..
We call him Sachin, and the world remembers the name!

Known as a trendsetter, respected by the world, fame for him is now just another joke..
While he plays along, most of us wait for yet another master stroke..
Billions of hearts beat and eyes set on him, as he moves towards his aim..
We call him Sachin, and the world remembers the name!

The world cup winners

A few stanzas are too small to define the little master, as he means the life for many..
I penned down my feelings as a genuine fan, pardon the mistakes, if any..
An incarnation, as we call him, he has nothing to prove now..
I just want to see him play fit and healthy, so that many more times I can say WOW!

back with another poem.. trying to expand my reach but this one is for my sister.. as a b’day gift 🙂
and you might find the rhyme scheme a bit varying but it isn’t 😛

have a look 🙂

When I start remembering the moments,
all, I just can’t recollect

Out of all the great memories we have,
one is hard to select…
from the numerous things, tuff to select a few,
All I have is just a wish for you…

Love was what I didn’t know,
all I knew was, for me you were there
growing up for me wasn’t an easy journey,
without your affection and care…

People need teachers and mentors,
for me a teacher was you who I always had
sometimes kind, sometimes strict,
there for me when I was happy, there for me when I was sad…

I can’t forget those little treats,
neither can I forget those fights
it was just us that we needed and no one else,
and fun was the word for the days and nights…

We had good times, we had bad times,
it was your determination that gave me the power
we moved on from all situations with a smile,
and life was as fragrant as a flower…

Now that we live far apart,
few are the times when we meet
times might come when we aren’t there,
but the bond we share is strong and the relation is sweet…
the love will always be there, doesn’t matter whats old and whats new
all I have is just a wish for you

hey a last one is left 😛

This poem was something I made for you,
tried to be truthful while emotions found their way
I didn’t really have a gift for you,
So just adjust with this, and oh.. Happy birthday!! 😀

Before you read here’s something I want to say.
This one is just out of emotions… Remembering those days, seeing old friends and watching those beautiful old pictures, sometimes has an effect.

I would like to dedicate this one to all my friends in hostels, far from their homes and a few who really are feeling homesick these days… and also to those who will be far from their families in future (Which includes me too)

Don’t go for the rhyme (Which is “abcbdd” by the way) and just try to feel, who knows you might like it as well 😉

I remember the time when papa was the most powerful man in the world…
I remember the time when I actually used to sleep in nights..!
I remember how I used to snuggle into my sister’s arms…
And how afraid I was of heights…
I remember when I didn’t know what clever or cunning meant and everything I knew was good…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

I remember the time when mom’s lap was the snuggest bed for me…
I remember how small things made me happy which now I can’t describe…
I remember how precious a small pencil could be…
And how ecstatically I expressed things I used to imbibe…
I remember how everyone spoke the language of love to me and no one was misunderstood…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

I remember how an outing meant everyone together…
I remember how our love wasn’t restricted to Mother’s and Father’s day…
I remember the taste of the food mom made especially for me…
and how I never laughed when instead of happy, someone said gay…
I remember how playing in streets was in our routine and we were the champs of the neighbourhood…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

I remember how I used to rise early and go to school…
I remember how polishing the shoes was also a duty…
I remember the assembly, the periods and the friends…
with whom how a treat meant a pack of chips and a frooty…
I remember how we didn’t care for the future and how we scribbled on those tables of wood…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

I don’t say I want to relive those days…
Neither do I complain against the life I live…
But I just wish things were simple again…
and we could live freely, without worries and see what pleasure it can give…
What all I want is an unassuming life although with all its excitements, and would steal those moments, if I could…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

 

Ps: The Thought For This One Was Strengthened After I Read This By One Of My Favourite Authors 

“Another Belief Of Mine: That Everyone Else My Age Is An Adult, Whereas I Am Merely In Disguise.”—Margaret Atwood

And thus it all ends!

 

 

Hello again friends..
Still can’t believe i got such an amazing response on Preeto Part Two, thanks for that 🙂
Maximum likes till date on my blog posts and still counting.. so with this post i bring an end to the Preeto Trilogy and well.. my pathetic hindi kavitas 😛
If you’re new/lost, plz read Preeto part one and Preeto Part Two before you proceed..
and when you’re done, tell me if u liked it.. i know some pretty good psychiatrists 🙂
and yes.. this one is not that funny (actually not at all funny), i just had to put an end to it.. and thanks again.. my blog visiter counter hit 1000 yesterday 🙂

Go..

Kahani hai ye us din ki jab shuru hui meri barbadi..
Hu mai wo badnaseeb jis se hui thi Preeto ki shadi..
Khush aise hua tha jaise mil gaya mujhe mera pyar..
Aise laga tha jaise lakhon khushiyan ghar aai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Dekhta tha use roz use ghar se nikalte..
Kai bar aankh mari use maine chalte chalte..
Lagta tha jaise marti thi wo mujhpe..
Uske bap se fir kah k maine shadi ki bat chalai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Chakkar tha kisi lalluchand k sath uska..
Wo bechara isi k gham me is duniya se khiska..
Mujhe kya pata tha kya chakkar hai is kahani k peechhe..
Tab bhi na samjha jab iske khunkhar bap ne kara di iski sagai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Mujhe laga waqt hai kharab par karte hai hum pyar..
Bhag jate hai sath chhod k dukan aur ghar bar..
Lagta tha basayenge kahin aur apna aashiyana..
Isi chudail chakkar me kar li ikatthi apni sari kamai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Bhag gaye jo ghar se, socha karenge koi kam..
Dhoond nhi payega bap hume iska, janta kaun hai humara nam..
Mujhe nahi pata tha karti thi bap ko call wo roz..
Maine to khareeda ghar aur FD bhi iske nam karayi..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai…

Khushi khushi nikal rhe the din kat rahi thi raten..
Karta tha kam mai usse sawal, puchi nhi purani koi baten..
Lagta tha niklegi aise hi zindagi..
Kya pata tha man me us dayan ne koi aur hi chal chalai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Pahucha jab bal katke apne ghar ek din..
Soona sa laga ghar mujhe us preeto k bin..
Gaur se dekha to saaf ho gya tha sab kuch..
Kyu ki thi usne mujh se shadi ab bat meri samajh aayi..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Paise to door chhodi nahi usne ek thali..
Kar gayi wo bandit queen mera poora ghar khali..
Socha karu police me report aur bhagu apne shahar..
Par us kameeni ne meri FD bhi bank se tudwai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Pahucha jaise taise m apne shahar mila uske bap ko..
Dekhke mujhe bola wo kameena, pahchana nahi mai aapko..
Maine lagaya thappad aur diya ek ghoosa..
Bola sale dekh gaur se mai hu tera jawai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Barbad kiya kitno ko tumne jaise ho ye koi khel..
Le kar aaya hu m police, karwaunga sab ko jail..
Wo to mil gaya ab dhundna tha us preeto ko..
Lagaya inaam 50000 ka tabhi wo preeto hath aayi..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Sab pahuche andar ab ho gaya tha insaaf..
Par meri tarah us preeto ne kiye the kitno k ghar saf..
Kholi maine dukan apni fir se par man me tha dard kahin..
Ab to dekh k mujhe hansta h wo pados ka sand halwai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Mile ab koi bhi par preeto thi kuch khas..
Par us lalluchand ki tarah mera bhi ab pyar se uth gaya vishwas..
Pata h mujhe kavita ho gayi boring par thi ye dukhbhari kahani..
Us preeto k chakkar me barbad ho gayi meri jawani..
Fir bhi karta hu khatam ise yahin, maf karna jo aapne comedy ki aas lagai..
Par han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..!!!

thanks for reading.. your appreciation to preeto part one and two was phenomenal, plz cope up with part three 😛
Cheers!

Hello again..
Last time I promised that was gonna be my first and only hindi kavita.. but people gave such an amazing response and made preeto the next famous thing after sheila and munni! so i thought, why not come up with preeto part two — kahani lalluchand ki!
this is not as good as last one (coz wo natural thi and ye forced hai) but still, i have tried to remain as senseless as i can..
This time again i have tried to maintain same rhyme scheme..

read and don’t have fun, and if u do.. go see a psychiatrist 🙂

pichhli bar suni thi kahani tumne preeto k bap se..
jhooth bolne wale us aastin k sanp se..
is bar apni aapbeeti sunane mai hu aaya..
k meri preeto ko mai nahi pata paya..!!

bat thi college ki jab m karta tha bunk..
wo aati thi paidal to mere pas kaunsi thi koi hunk..
college ka har dusra ladka tha use ghumata..
kya hua jo ek din mai bhi ghuma laya..
par meri preeto ko mai nahi pata paya..!!

kabhi le gaya use yahan, kabhi le gaya use wahan..
kamini kitna kharcha karati thi, jati thi jane kahan kahan..
bapu ki shirt se paise churata tha mai to kabhi padosi ko choona lagata tha mai..
kai bar to 500 rupaiyye ka sirf pizza akele us bhooki ne khaya..
fir bhi meri preeto ko mai nahi pata paya..!!

jab bhi milta tha usse, lagta tha jaise mil gaye do dil..
par use nhi thi fursat, kabhi chalo bandra to kabhi antop hill..
uske liye khareedni padi thi gadi nayi..
use kya pata udhar us chudail k liye kahan kahan se mangwaya..
tab bhi meri preeto ko mai nahi pata paya..!!

mil mil k us se badal gayi mere haal..
par ye sab to thi uske lutere gharwalo ki koi chaal..
bap tha uska chor, bhai bhi rhte the jail me…
ye sab mai waqt pe nahi pata karwaya..
meri preeto ko mai nahi pata paya..!!

gaya mai uske ghar bat karne apni shadi ki..
kar aaya bat anjaane me apni barbadi ki..
bap ne rakh di mang 1 lakh ki, bola shadi hogi jab paisa milega..
mai bhi josh me paise dene ka vada kar aaya..
kya kahu mai apni preeto ko nahi pata paya..!!

sharmate hue dekha usne mujhe, maine bat kari uske bhai se..
kya tha mujhe pata k chakkar chala h uska pados k nai se..
laga tha mai to paiso ka intazam karne me..
manga dosto se paisa, bap ki tijori tak kari safaya..
us dayan preeto ko mai nahi pata paya..!!

bhag gayi wo ghar se, bap uska mere samne roya..
laga mujhe jaise galti nahi h uski, sambhala maine use, kameena mere hi ghar pe soya..
laga jaise kismat me likha tha yahi..
par fir mere hi bap ne mujhe pitwaya..
aur meri preeto ko mai nahi pata paya..!!

bacha nahi zyada kuch kahne ko, yahi thi meri kahani..
us ek bholi si ladki ne yad dila di mujhe nani..
vishwas uth gaya hai lalluchand ka ab pyar se..
pyar kar k mai bahut pachtaya..
meri preeto ko mai nahi pata paya!!
meri preeto ko mai nhi pata paya!!!!