You are free now!

You are free now, pack bag and don’t look back

Move on, sing a song, this is time, this is dawn!

Like Sun rise, sun set, you shouldn’t wait

You gotta pack up before it’s too late!

Pack light, don’t carry baggage

Distance is long, you gotta watch parade

New friends, new people, life’s not rugged, right?

Street light bright, don’t let moon leave your sight!

I am busy, I can’t sleep, nothing changes, year ends

You need attention; I am running in different direction

Journey same, but different lane, so why blame?

Move on; listen to old song, may be this is where you don’t belong

You are great, love thyself, and don’t make yourself deprived

You are god’s favourite child; he lets you win every fight

You are free now, pack bag and don’t look back

Move on, sing a song, this is time, this is dawn!

Lost Friends!

Lost friends!

Sitting in garden, playing the songs

I remember those days, where I actually belong

Shouting in class, there was no fear

Except we all knew, that this time will soon disappear.

Time was soothing where we use to lay

Garden was full with friends, where we played

There was time where we had fight

But it soon disappeared, and you touched my heart with surprise.

Now days will be hard, there will be delay

If you don’t find me, come and see where I stay!

No matter what I say, no matter what I do

I need you wherever I go; I need you in whatever I do!

Sometime when I see back, I still feel those days

I still remember place where we use to stay

Roads haven’t changed, but we are apart

I still believe we will meet somewhere, someday!

It's been a decade since I wrote,

Neither a word nor a quote

Its like, when you are in a sinking boat

How can you possibly think of making a toast!

Half life is passed, thinking of remaining half

Am sure remaining half would go regretting mistakes of first half

Its human tendency to do things twice

If done correct its talent or blessing in disguise!

My teacher always tought me story about half a glass

Life is half past, but only thing i understood is that i miss that class!

Life is shone, memories are spent, laughters are laughed

Now a big chapter of responsblity is hanging like a sword

I always look back into my life and learn what made me apart

Craziness, neediness'is all I see, which made me rip myself hard

Sulkiness'and inclination is all i have had

Money came later, which made above all passed, alas!

Times for which I wait, just comes and pass by

Pages which I turn doesn’t have surprise which I subscribe for

Same stories same people; they never bother why there are here for

Living with same burdens, they never pause to please others, but them!

Humanity is just on papers, so is the reason for death

Everyone wants to be treated fair, coz that’s all they want

Wishes are painful dreams, and life is smoked cigar.

What dreamt is ruffled in air, what remains is ash.

Just try to recall the thing that made you laughed hard

Behind every thing you would find money, just a thought

Money purchases everything for you, aint that true?

Check in your pocket, you would never find money, when beggar ask for.

Driving a bike and a car, wow what a speed, I just crossed a mountain in an hour!!

With that I don’t realize that people are waiting for my hand to cross the path

With a vision left in my eyes, I just wish I be of any help to any one near by

Its not a gimmick it’s written for me to pry!

those were the days, childhood went with pace
life was just a game, we were all out playing - 24*7
playing so hard, never clinched with pain, energy always remained sustained!

but now, working just for 10*5 makes me all drained
weekends are getting over, I am getting old by every day end!

Finally day has come, after a long 364 wait, it here!

Ganesh chathurithi, a very popular indian festival, liked by all!

11 day fiesta, enriched with laughter, dance and what more?

Things liked most:

Usually this fiesta is all about celebrating birthday of Lord ganesh, so its mostly seen in every galli nukad of the city.

Fully decorated pandals, glittering lights, clean road (for some time though).

People from every walk of life join hand together to make it memorable, its india afterall!

Full day of damal, noisy kids, and in the end grooved by band masters. (mostly nasik style)

Jam packed roads on day one, mainly due to people transporting idol from the shops to their respective areas.

People dancing as if the wires in them have hung loose! Its all fair afterall, its once a year celebration and in the end who cares what other does.period.

What you get to see is the rich and varied sculptures, beautifully decorated pandals, wonderful and mouth watering “prasad” (easy to put on 4-5 kilos).

Wonderful collection of music to keep you upto your feet all day long!

Presence of ladies and kids make It more electrifying.

So every, just go out there and have a blast, its just a 11 days, post which you will get back to your chores anyway, so why not bunk your college, go late and even work less at your office! (sorry boss if you are reading this, screw you anyway).

Have I missed anything? Please be my guest and add on!

Sitting on the window with cup of tea in hand, I see kids playing across street

Speaking with girl (new friend), in almost dead conversation, blame me!

Suddenly my attentions diverts, my thoughts gets bewildered.

Seeing kids I get memories of my school days.

Time when no one raced, those days are now disgraced!

Those boxes with broken/unshared pencils, saved coins one rupee a day!

One chit, oh, that was the number of that girl I met the other day!

Torn notebooks, some of them borrowed & unfinished assignments!

Those late entry remarks on calendar, teachers finding reasons to beat!

Sitting on last bench was always pride, but now being last is shame!

Changing seasons, being friends with rain!

Struggling for one pair of raincoat, I always ignored and liked being wet!

Recess was the best, especially when the toasted sandwich was on desk.

There was lot of noise, tiffins were shared, “again same food”, when friends complain!

When lunch was done, there was big school campus to play and run!

No one had a watch to see what time recess ends, except when the peon’s bell shouted “done”!

Growing old, changing uniforms, time was despair, but no one ever bothered change!

7 hours of school but then why we use to complain, especially when we never paid!

One hour of physical training, but we still were fat.

Long speeches on republic days, now for speeches we are paid! (school days)

“ring ring”, call from office about new assignment, flashback ends !