The Serious Ayer

              Footprints can only remain SAND's memory, by the time it imprints the sand another footprint sweeps it away.....eventually million footprints carrying countless gravel makes the SAND. Mother , oh mother! don't throw me ever for I am afraid of that distant land. That cry was real heard and same That little boy's called the diabolic seed And that tiny gravel's snuggled in the footprint sole Thrusting hard the footprint sole taking away the tiny gravel Tightly embracing, the little boy's mother, that diabolic seed only loved by her Set free to the world the boy and the gravel When they walked away from their mother and their world. Million lives they led and imprints on the sand Still all they wanted to go back to their mother. Mother, oh  mother! am here, am here! And am no longer afraid of that distant land That cry was real same yet unheard! When the footprints returned, the sand there ...

It all started with one bold thought from the lucid me " ANY BASTARD CAN WRITE A BOOK!!" Now the question is HOW TO BE THE SMART BASTARD?? Simply because "A WELL THOUGHT THOUGHT IS NEVER APPRECIATED IF NOT READ BY WELL THOUGHT":D Either I should be sticking to the general trend...writing about Controversial item Or erotica Or may be a highly personal note Or perhaps stick to my trend of Confused out of the world thoughts.. Whatsoever you call it ..am one proud veteran struggler..deep in contemplation...who genuinely envied best seller authors...hoping that one day  the jealously takes me somewhere!:D Miserable to be the smart bastard..and my futile efforts to make a rhyme Attempt 1 Rewinding back to the tender teenage...and our first class in science where a bunch of teenagers were  taught about Adolescence  !! And my teacher went on elaborating about the changes :p To m...

A well thought thought is never appreciated if not read by a well thought!

                   Flash back to an October evening  last year when everything was calm and quite...and I was practically jobless during my study holidays! And my slim fit phone beeped the text tone..it was Mr. Marcian( name changed :D) He probably was back home after a fight with his best friend cousin on "SHOULD THERE BE RULES AND REGULATIONS , BOUNDARIES AND TIME LIMITS FOR AN ARTIST??" (sounded a boring topic for me to fight for... I mean guys can fight over more macho issues...!! Spare the Good damn artists!!:P) And that was when this efficient Mr. Marcian gave me this challenge to write a poem in just one day....and the topic was " A LETTER TO THE FUTURE ME...FROM THE PRESENT ME" The conditions pinned along with the topic were 1.It should make me happy every time I read it in the future 2.There should be hope and happiness in the lines Mr. Marcian even gave me an eg :- Just like the poem Marshal...

I saw a man from the bridge but didnt really see who he was Walking towards me in the strangest way that familiar face that familiar figure took one step back the adamant me that glimpse of darkness that covered his face turned more suspicious I have seen him and I know him too but couldnt even guess who he was He came closer So did I he flashed a smile I smiled too breathing hard I realized he was my Dad!! *sigh* My dad found it too hard to appreciate my work of sarcasm when I first wrote this in my 10th grade, for some odd reason this was even published in the school magazine..but the dead ultimatum - The "you are dead for me" look of daddy:( Even mommy had a good laugh..(she wouldnt if that awful stranger was her!;) ) and with all the due respect and love....I can genuinely say this-" I love You Dad"!!!!!!! The truth behind the death sarcasm            There was this friend of mine, real good in math but...

My life is as precious as these ten little words! PS: ( probably the longest PS ever:D) That's the outcome of a challenge . A challenge where this wickedly wise awesome youngman :D asked an ordinary wannabe me to write an autobiography in just ten words:D

            Not that am under any irrevocable mental trauma ,  nor was I under any, when I wrote this long time back,  but just for the sake of posting or just for the sake of praising that beautiful feeling- Loneliness! Another perspective...                      It is when our friends abandon us that we go in search of 'Loneliness' for aid, we share our silliest thoughts in the deepest solitude, but a time will come when we turn back to our friends and we abandon 'Loneliness'. A beautiful betrayal..... In those hands he lies when his pals were away and shared the thoughts like two unknown strangers cursed his childhood companion and praised you dear ‘Loneliness’ Happier were  you than a bride on her wedding Lifted away by those deceiving words Frail as a feather easily shattered is your mind, when he- turned back to his friends But in y...