hereditary · me · mix · patience · People · quench · self-made · Uncategorized

Patience

PATIENCE

You wake up at 9 and I wake up at six.

You are separate but I am mix.

You are the one, who always looks for shade?

I am that rare who is self-made.

There are people that bless of hereditary,

House full of cashew and garden full of raisin.

But I’ve a warrior and I have patience.

 

You have a chair,

You have a table.

Yes you have an office and

You’ve bosomed secretary.

You have all that modern essence.

But I’ve a warrior and I have patience.

 

You have that tiffin.

You have this lunch.

Almost those are like you,

I find them raunch.

You show up some humor that doesn’t have sense,

But I’ve a warrior and I have patience.

 

You got what you’ve wished for.

I’m getting what I had dreamt of.

Wisher is you and dreamer is I,

Everything is yours then miserable is why?

Mine is triumph, still yours is quench.

But I’ve a warrior and I have patience.

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age · bridge · childhood · children · color · cute · food · fridge · girl · home · ice cream · innocence · little · london · my · New Delhi · niece · pink · she · toys · Uncategorized

”My Niece”

My niece my way,

If there’s dark, she’s a ray.

It’s her, who I fight,

I feel panic if she’s not in sight.

She likes meal,

She loves reel,

Never had I seen such her zeal.

Ever I feel down she says hey,

If there’s dark, she’s a ray.

 

She makes stories, she makes cover.

As I get interested she just says it over.

She carries smile,

She carries file.

When I ask her toy, she shows me pile.

She looks for paint and she loves scent,

She’s nature’s gift that never makes me faint.

As she gets angry as I say nay,

If there’s dark, she’s a ray.

 

She is as cool as freezer’s ice,

It’s her only who goes London ‘in a day’ twice.

She gets ready and says her mamma to be hurry.

If I say not me the moment she says sorry.

It’s always raining in London,

As she tells you random.

She buys there umbrella and goes to London bridge,

That very moment I find her by fridge.

She opens the door and she eyes on tray,

If there’s dark, she’s a ray.

 

She loves her brother, she loves her mother.

She is such angel who dies for her father.

She loves her mami, she loves her mama.

She loves that everyone who does her that drama.

Pink food, pink toys, pin is her color,

She is such brave little, she has such valor.

As she gets annoyed as I say grey,

If there’s dark, she’s is a ray.

My niece my way.

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facebook · google+ · hi · huh · i · instagram · novice · oh · People · poem · social · talk · tinder · twitter · Uncategorized · world · wow · you · young

It’s Social.

It is social.

You are an extrovert, I’m an introvert,

It’s same platform where we both flirt.

Sometime you abuse and sometime I abuse,

Who cares knowing that it’s not of use?

If you come through text, I come through vocal.

Because it is social.

 

Hi say you, hello reply mine.

It’s early at 6 or late at prime nine.

Before it’s cool and it’s buddy,

Later it’s hot and it’s shady.

It all starts from mouth and reach up to nozzle,

Because it is social.

 

How lovely to how dare is what we do,

You and I openly show.

Hmm, oh, huh, wow,

In some minutes we say each other go.

This is how we lose them all,

Because it is social.

social

afraid · bread · capitalist · demon · government · life · People · tricky · Uncategorized

”Bread”

BREAD

Bread is one and bread is for all.

But some wants brown and some wants red.

Nature has we all equal,

But they make our sequel.

I ask them ‘’you brother’’

He looks and I guess,

He gives me threat.

But some wants brown and some wants red…

 

From childhood to aged,

May be we free or May be we caged.

Government calls it scheme,

But its shame I seem.

Capitalists play this game and play as good,

I misunderstand that they are giving me that food.

As they are tricky as they are made,

But some wants brown and some wants red…

 

Where we are getting away from this bread?

Nothing but we do and die for it,

Neither they let us nor do we sit.

This is world we never expect,

Right from the beginning end up to last,

They are that demons who make vast.

Gather the courage not to be afraid,

But some wants brown and some wants red…

bread

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Believe me I need her.

When I touch her,

I know there’s no such her.

The moment i distance her,

Knowing that,

I don’t feed her.

Believe me I need her.

 

She is slim,

She is white.

Believe me I’m right.

Many of friends agree,

One who is not?

The very time I get angry.

For last 4 years I seed her,

Believe me I need her.

 

Sometimes I work,

And some other time I play.

For later, she gold,

The next she’s clay.

Its mail, it’s social or it’s blog.

I get elate when I log.

Never I get rid her,

Believe me I need her.

 

She has assist,

She has web.

Also having Intel and windows,

Must say she is my rose.

She is Sony and she is Vaio.

I can’t bid her,

Believe me I need her…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

beautiful · feed · her · laptop · Mumbai · New Delhi · she · singular · slim · sony · Uncategorized · vaio · white

Believe me, I Need Her.

Believe me I need her.

When I touch her,

I know there’s no such her.

The moment i distance her,

Knowing that,

I don’t feed her.

Believe me I need her.

 

She is slim,

She is white.

Believe me I’m right.

Many of friends agree,

One who is not?

The very time I get angry.

For last 4 years I seed her,

Believe me I need her.

 

Sometimes I work,

And some other time I play.

For later, she gold,

The next she’s clay.

Its mail, it’s social or it’s blog.

I get elate when I log.

Never I get rid her,

Believe me I need her.

 

She has assist,

She has web.

Also having Intel and windows,

Must say she is my rose.

She is Sony and she is Vaio.

I can’t bid her,

Believe me I need her…

sony vaio

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

bitch · boy · busy · call · down · feeling · girl · hello · life · perhaps · resume · ride · she · Uncategorized · wait

Perhaps, This is life.

 

I call

I wait.

I recall,

I wait.

I fume,

I wait.

I resume,

I wait.

Perhaps, this is life.

 

I think not to call again,

But I call again.

There comes hello,

I relieve fellow.

Then I hear,

Wait please.

Perhaps, this is life.

 

I curse,

But I wait.

Now I decide,

I ride.

And I will gorge.

Perhaps, this is life.

 

Here I call again,

It’s out of reach.

I suppose,

She is bitch.

Perhaps, this is life.

 

Courage I gather,

And call again.

It’s busy.

I feel down,

And knew it’s not so easy.

Perhaps, this is life.

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caffe · coffee · day · friend · girl · interview · outing · Uncategorized · work

I need a job.

When I need a cigarette,
I need a coffee.
When I need a coffee,
I need a Caffè.
When I need a Caffè,
I need a day.
When I need a day,
I need a girl.
When I need a girl,
I need friend.
When I need a friend,
I need a work.
When I need a work,
I need a interview.
When I need an interview,
I need a contact.
When I need a contact,
I need a outing.
When I need an outing,
I need a girl.
When I need a girl,
I need a day.
When I need a day,
I need a Caffè.
When I need a Caffè,
I need a coffee.
When I need a coffee,
I need a cigarette.
When I need a cigarette,
I need…………
And finally I don’t need a job.
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