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       Am I the first breath  in your mornings.. And the last thought in your couch?? Am I  the soul curry in your hurry burry Am I the tool of salvation  you tuck?? Rugg it,  tuck it to your heart.. Dnt you ever splash  much!!! Let it flow free Let it flow bright Let it speak volume Let it rob your might Am I your sound of silence?? Am I your frustration?? Am I your contemplation?? Am I your wrong notion?? Let it pass by  unseen. Let it fly and soar high in the sly Let it not be buried in small  little lies!! Am I the tool of pretention ?? Or Am  I the ghost in disguise?? Am I the light in the darkness?? Am i the riddle in the mist?? Am I the pledge of a query?? Am i your today and tomorrow?? And the mirror of your search? ? Let it show.. Let it Shaw Let it itch like blisters.. Let it cast a spell... Am I still the ghost forbidden?? Or the delight of your dream?? Am I the chunk...

    Got glued to the most talked about episodes of"Delhi Crimes"in Netflix .A revisit to the" Nirbhaya " horror infested the most talked about "Daar and Dard"within each one of us!! How on earth humane could stoop down to do demonic!! How on earth we have to live  in limbo in  the midst of   extremes of misery and hope both.??Why the good soul normally face the trial of  pain and ugly one escalate with victory! !         Yes. One tale of tragedy might drag us to down memory lane of tragedies we few encountered earlier!! Human mind react and recall fast.  Suffering and pain  has no gender. One who suffer could actually reflect the pain of the other in the most intricate way..  Or one who's way compassionate can only  fight for the victims is a fact.        Yes.. with a numbness in my chest after watching.. "#Delhi Crimes. "I had gone back to my past. I usually  keep it caged in my zon...

We used to have fights with nunchakus each hand...me and my brother! !while I was more of a Phantom  fan,  he was a total  ardent fan and follower of Bruce Lee !! Our gang of twelve comprised of both boys and girls and I was always the class captain and troup leader!! We all were Lilliput Robin Hood in our town. Each one of us were experts in all seasonal games. Kite flying.. Marble play. Express.. Tang guti..kutkut.. Ludu. Carom.. Football.. Volley.. Cricket. .Race.. Badminton. Gymnastic in  the Radio towers.. mini drama at home.. And by the time we entered home after school, it often got dark then the  must ritualistic  prayer and study table  .Holidays were for family outing or fast cycle race.Story telling sessions by our chwkidar kaka..comic books..  ignited our little wishes and dreams. We were a bunch of inseparable vagabond with freedom to the maximum. We actually didn't know any gender discrimination. .Nobody made us feel any manly or ...

When I touch my hematoma area and the hurt inflicted once by army Batton while leading a torch march as a school student with my father, it ignite my sense of vibrant romance of patriotism and my pride being an aware Indian!! but when I observe the state of chaos and growing intolerance  a sizable chunk of my life kept plodding on theories and pebbles. My lifeskills and philosophy was preordained by a Gandhian Socialist philosopher who happened to be my best friend,  Philosopher and Guide. He is my father.I have no choice in life but being truthful, honest, sincere to the maximum.  Dillema started with the fate of this highly romantic patriot and his tragic end like the crucified Jesus!!    I often saw a Machiavelli in my mother who said"being kind and compassionate is good but one often needs to learn to be harsh and ruthless in order to survive  so that good may triumph. "The duplicitous interpersonal style."!!Maa was practical,religious and joined my ...

Mirage walking in and out in watercolour.. A diabolical  crescendo merging into endearing rainbow..  A stroke left to color a canvas A stroke await a light year.. A dream to eat up another dream.. A mirror to look into another mirror.. Ain't the hitchhiker marching to the galaxy and wrapping up the moon in the bosom of a stary night.... 

In a sombre  mood today after attanding a musician peaceworker brothers last rites..Death is no poetry !!death is separation and i hate separation..!!I nver wished or cursed death even to my worst enemy!!But the phone gave constant reminder that i am alive and kicking.. :Mam please check a message in your whatsapp ..we wanted to file a defamation for our friend whov taken her own life this morning ..just check how few media is up on character assassin her even after her death!! I scrolled the message.. My minds stop reacting on two words in the news item... Independent disposition and as according to neighbours men with expensive cars used to visit her...crap a shit news!! In no time i called up the house and conveyed my displeasure.. What is "Independent disposition??and why this staying alone within quote lines??? Staying alone is a personal choice..Isnt it.. Lord Buddha abandoned his wife and son to stay alone in the jungle?..Lord Modiji did the same to serve Bha...

Close your eyes and think about a craft that help to break your mundane monotony.!!.reading..music..painting..and watching movies,i am sure majority of you or us will unanimously accept cinema as the master craft that remain constant as a master tool to break monotony and break an orbit of stereo pattern of our life.. Everything about cinema is intriguing!!right?? You may choose not to read..not to understand painting or a poetry but you cant help  peekaboo into an actors life..You cnt simply stop the urge to discuss cinestars in spicy gossips..you cnt help imitate the dancemoves of a popular film  in a ceremony .you cant stop humming the popular film song while bathing...you dnt get bored to flip a filmfare..or you dnt regret buying the ticket for a paisa wosul movie..Right..?? Cinema is universal..Its powerful visualisation invoke and tikle our taste bud,we need it to make us cry..to teach us morale..to quote us life craft..to make us happy..to laugh aloud..to escape hars...