WORLD IS MY PLAYGROUND....

I was young, I was tender...
Playing game was more important even when chances of winning were slender...
that seesaw at the corner its memory never fades...
that big old mango tree its cool and soothing shades...
no clue of whats going on in the world but every small fight was a war...
that was the time worth living for that was the time worth living for...
just wish i could retain my childhood again...
play hide n seek with life or never get caught in chain chain.....
but i've realised life would never give me second round...
of living the time when i used to think 'MY WORLD IS MY PLAYGROUND'

Now i visit places each has its own face...
a face u can never trust and is always ready to play its ace...
these faces are wicked these faces are shrewd...
they don't even let you believe in you they are this much rude...
life now is much like seconds in clock..
no time to stop always tick tock tick tock...
i still search for seesaw at the corner but unfortunately i m educated enough to know that the world is round...
all i m missing is 'my' in this so called lyf...now...
 'WORLD IS MY PLAYGROUND'....

BELIEVE IN MIRACLES.......

My death was tragic and there was something in it that compelled god to arrange quick meeting with all his angels and listen to my story and give a final verdict over it. All the angels were on their seats and were waiting for me start

So I took off

“it was the day of my marriage and I was standing in front of the mirror, thinking about aisha my love, I was totally in her thoughts that my younger brother came into my room and told me everyone outside was waiting for me. I went out of my room completely dressed saw a vacant chair and all my relatives waiting for the ceremonies to star. Everything went on quite well from the sehrabandi to the jaimala. I was relieved that at last I was married to the girl with whom I have been in love from last 8 years. Everybody was enjoying my marriage, people were dancing celebrating, but then came a man totally drunk I never saw him before in life. He came to the dance floor, while dancing he took out his pistol nd boom one shot fired in air and after dat he completely lost his balance and fired another shot but this one aimed aisha and I was watching all this so within a fraction of second I jumped and the bullet was in my body. I felt numbness all around I knew dese were last minutes of my life I was in my mother’s lap. This all ended. But I have no regrets for dying because I saved my love and by the way If some of you angels don’t know I m rahul”

The story ended and all the angels were mesmerized by the sacrifice I made for my love. All of them had a mutual verdict and they had only one thing to say “you don’t belong here, you belong in your wives arms” but the only verdict to be counted was of the angel of death all eyes were on him and he said “according to the records I am scheduled to meet you in your 64th year then how come you are standing here in front of me in your 28th year just go back and do tell your wife dat my meeting with her is olso postponed by 51 year”. Everyone was stunned by the verdict of angel of death as per the records he had always acted cruel. But I was an exception.

And booom

I opened my eyes I was there in the lap of my mother she saw me and she cried even more. I was rushed to the nearby hospital and the biggest thing ‘I was ALIVE’

Its been 2 yrs to this incident or I must say my tragic marriage and everyone thinks I was never dead but the truth is god gave me a second chance to live my life. I’ve kept it a secret from everyone even from Aisha and I want you people to promise me that you all would keep my dis little secret with you only and

 ‘BELIEVE IN MIRACLES'



PRIDE SO FOUND...

Wo ho there goes one more,
i misseed out mine bt got one for sure...

i fell down saw blood all over the ground,
some droplets r mine and trust me its the new pride so found...

he is kicking my ass as if he being Tyson knocking me down,
but i too am stubborn enough to get up and show him i am evn more fearless and frowned...

we are a gang of ten fighting thirty,
we all know we are badly stuck and this is gonna end up dirty...

but all dis does not matter because we are fighting for wisdom and for pride,
there is an urge to make each of them look like a bitch from inside...

dey beated our brother and fighting for him feels so good,
the aggression and agony is getting vented out on the right person as it should...

believe me  once after getting few blows you realise you are not gonna blast you explore for more,
wo ho there comes one more,
but he missed and got one for sure...

aww he is badly hit ; phew one more gone,
bloody Tyson was trying to knock ALI down.......

Fake Glory

I cud see the success in my voice not so far,

But now I m facing the reality with teardrops on my guitar,

Like every teen I also dreamt of a sure shot fame,

And nw I realize hw kiddish I am nd my ideas are so lame,

Even now I am practicing so dat my voice doesn’t sound hoarse,

Even now I am practicing so dat my guitar doesn’t gets coarse,

I know d success I am demanding is a Fake Glory,

But if leads to nothing it wud be atleast a nice conclusion for my story,

After 5 years------

Five years of practice have not gone in vain,

I am a famous guy now and my fan following is insane,

Its my time now and I’ve got my own band,

Allover the world I am famous as the lead vocalist of ‘hurricanes of sand’,

Now I believe I wasn’t so kiddish and my ideas were not so lame,

All I needed was practice to achieve that sure shot fame ,

As I thought before I’ve got a nice conclusion for my story,

I have attained the success but not the ‘FAKE GLORY’

guns nd children

i too wanted to live my life,
i too wanted books bt got guns in my rife,
everybody wants to follow a less trodden path,
but mine is a litl more uncommon it leads to bloodbath,
now dat i've got into it i c'nt even get away,
i c'nt even think of playing or wriying an essay,
now bloodshed is my main motiv for which i m paid,
i m a specialist in guns bt bombs are my aid,
sometimes i think of watever i m doing is not good,
to this they reply dat i m a child which they nevr understood,
now of all the situations that i persist,
i m called what i never wanted to be,
         'A TERRORIST'

SUTTA OR TU

Ek or sutta jala rha hun, ek or kash lga rha hun,
samajhna mat ise meri aadat m to bas dhuaan uda rha hun,
tu agar kehti h ise bura to kya hua, m bhi to teri hi buraaiyaan bhula rha hun,
ek or lamha jala rha hun, ek or kash lga rha hun,

Ek challa tujhe diya tha or ab kai challe hawa mei bana rha hun,
chahe tujhe ajeeb lage par us challe ki kimat apni zidagi se chuka rha hun
ek or lamha jala rha hun, ek or kash lga rha hun,

ye m manta hun k is sutte se m apni maut karib bula rha hun,
par sahi maaine mei m maut k liye hi jee rha hun,
o is sutte se apni sutte se apni saansein ghata rha  hun,
mujhe pta h k tu nhi manegi or naa hi tu sunegi
par m bhi tujhe kahan suna rha hun,
m to bas ek or lamha jala rha hun, ek or kash lga rha hun......-rachit