Hey there..Am here..
It's just a thought
which is kind of scrambled
trying to figure out
what it holds inside in that corner
intangiblity of it refrains me from counting,
but I need the count,
the number of scrmables I ought to possess
If yu know or understand,
hand over the Mantra
to hold affirm the countless scrambles
onto my heart but drain away
from shoals of uncertainty

Only the Voice is Mute

Only the voice is mute..

I can hear your scream though, when you threw the ball to me,
I was lying there and stared at your knee.
You jumped down from that wall
and I came running to your call,
you untied the neat curtains
as soon as I placidly tied them.

My scream was not loud enough
for you to get to the shower,
but still yesterday managed
to coax you to have you to uncover.
There you spilled the water,
less on yourself and more on me.
You listened to none of my many talks,
while I had to hear all of yours.

Tidy uniform you don't let be
with the school tie never to the neck
so I leave it to the heck.
The doctors said no but I kept you alive,
for yu to leave me at an age of ten-1 so naive.

You jumped on the chair and refused to wear your shorts,
On turning around you disappeared to tease me lots.
Again my eyes saw you, none believed me,
but i rushed in the salon calling your Pa to see
On returning the creepers hid you,
but I knew was there, my Kid you !!
They proved me wrong,
but I combed your hair
which you quiffed and let them for me to care.
Oiling them was never a chance,
but I nurtured it when you dance
to the tune
of the cartoon of France.

After all the convince, your Pa was in surmise,
but all jsu believed your demise.
You held my hand when I lay on the bed,
why on the wall did you climb which , all say, led you dead.
But I still watch you 'Bye-ing' me today.
For all those mischiefs, I wouldn't whine,
come again the next day fine.
For today I surreptiously see you in the drawer
your infant face framed so cute,
Right now...Only the Voice is mute !!

Yaaron Chalo...

Kuch Badal raha, kuch badlenge..
Tab Badlega, Jab Badlenge..
Kuch Dekha hai, Kuch Dekhenge..
Kuch Likkha hai, Kuch likh denge... (2)

Yaaron chalo...Yaaron chalo...
Badalne ki ruth hai...
Yaaron chalo...Yaaron chalo...
Savarne ki ruth hai...

Yaaron chalo...Badalne ki ruth hai...
Yaaron chalo...Savarne ki ruth hai...

(Sway)
Hawa...Keh rahi tu thaherna nahi..
Gagan...Keh raha tu bikhrna nahi..
Zameen keh rahi mujhko chhooke toh dekh,
Arre aankhen mila...Sach se darna nahi..

Yaaron chalo...Yaaron chalo...
Badalne ki ruth hai...
Yaaron chalo...Yaaron chalo...
Savarne ki ruth hai...

Yaaron chalo...Badalne ki ruth hai...
Yaaron chalo...Savarne ki ruth hai...!!

Lyricist-
Prasoon Joshi

I looked at me cell phone..
it stared so blackishly at me (yea, it's black)
I wondered if it could tell me,
"Stop sticking to me,
and allow not your cheek to kiss me all the time,
It's irritating, don't you realise your sweat after a time pierces into my ears??
My body trembles whenever someone thinks of talking to you,
and half of the time you plug that wire to my head just for ur entertainment,
Do you even realise how bothering it is, if not you at least me..
My throat pains when I have to sing those rocky and melodious songs just to please your ears,
Stop poking and pressing me here and there all over my body all the time, even when not needed,
It hurts okay!
My asterisk toe has now swollen to the core now..
and just when I think to take rest and ask my heart to lie 'low'
you plug me sideways into yet another wire to keep me awake.
and if at all my heart stops working, I'm sure you'll remove it n put my mind to another body with your man-gifted technological power,
I overheard when in your suffocating cover and then the all the more suffocating butt-pocket, your friend saying what he did to his cell phone
For once I know, you have no concern for my heart,
it's just my brain card that you manipulate all day and use me.
But Yes, One thing for sure..I would want to thank you to Enlighten me when I buzz and tremble"

Oh the cell phone buzzed-
'Will it get poked and pinched again',
Whatt ?!
How did I even wonder that

But my cell screamed,
Enlighten me - I wanna see - how this could be the age of reason

won't you tell me - can't you tell me -Cause I need to know - It's in my head it's in my soul
-The fire burns and my heart is sold-

I poked again.. but it got enlightened
To the melody and the music - yeah...

"Hallo..
Hi..Watsup !!"
: "what took you so long to pick up the phone??"

"Nothing, Just some Masterplan" /)

''NO Poll-U-Shun''

It's dangerous!!
The Poll-U-Shun has resulted to the evil evince of the filthy & abject environment
The toxic and more toxic gases marauding everywhere to muck this MotherLand of ours,
Do not shrug when the blame-pole(poll) drops by ur way,
Walk towards it, pay heed rather than being a cavelier,
Shoot out by disseminating the good..

Though the e(a)ffluents strolling afloat near the shoals
have had their selfish share,
Give not a chance to deceit and poison the sea and land as always,
Go to have your share, the share which is maybe for us and definitely our future still unborn,
The 'bad' mandarin is better than the 'worse'
So lift your butt, unfuel your cars and ride on the bicycle towards the poll shelter to shelter the
dreaded Future Generations
Its alarmingly reaching above high levels

Hence, this urge :
say
''NO POLL-YOU-SHUN''

'to make a better place for you and for me and the entire Human race...
(Go on singing.. ;)

Path-ed ACT

Everything seems to be written,
and we'r made to act, act on what we want
and the action does the reading.
The action directs that path, the path on which the words stay
longer than we think and higher than one can imagine,
Yet we act knowing it has to meet the end,
unknown but written.

People ask us to dream,
some of us dream and move towards its 'act', moving on hopping to another dream,
few of us dream and keep the 'act' hopping on the same dream aiming to reach heights,
and the rest dream and keep dreaming, to let the dream act
But hey...
the dream's a dream - It gives you a path to 'act' and not the 'act' to your path

Serendipity propelled

I FALL to the brim and hold it tight to stay there forever.
The word helps to keep the critics away...

But they're needed, hence the line's extended

because they read it all,

to see where I fall..

Bothered when they yell, I keep my legs safe above

when they cry to pull me down

and I'm headed to the China town

(It rhymes doesn't it..??) Oho.. I behaved like a clown)

Hope your face which is a little brown, has a smile and no frown ;)

Oh! now I go the rubbish-way

But we should see our future wearing a crown !!