Retrogarade

Colours you burn in

Phir wahi Shaam ;

Wahi Gum, wahi tanhai hai…

Dil ko samzhayen teri yaad chali aayi hai…

Phir wahi shayam……

The memories of Retro…॥

Neela aasmaan so gaya

ho ooooo Neela aasmaan so gaya,

O ho, ons barse raat bheege honth tharraaye

Dhadkane kuchh kehna chaahe keh nahin paaye,

Hawa ka geet madhyam hai

Samay ki chaal bhi kam hai,

Neela aasmaan so gayaa,

O, meri baahon mein sharmate lajaate aise tum aaye

Ki jaise baadlon mein chaand dheere dheere aa jaye,

Yeh tanhaayi yeh main aur tum

Zameen bhi ho gayi gumsum ,

Neela aasmaan so gayaa

,ho Neela aasmaan so gaayaa

। Harivansh Rai Bachhan Sahab

“ jab bhii kabhii is tanhai mein ashk sarakte hain,,

jab bhii kabhii chhat pe parchiyion se sapnee chalkte hain;

tab tab ye ehsaas hotaa hai,

ke mere dil ke saath vo dard sota hai,

ke vo dard ke saath ye ashk sooten hain,

ke vo ashkon ke saath vo sapane sooten hain,

Chaala jaataa hoon usakii aaghosh mein ;

jis tanhai mein ye aks sooten hain……

jis tanhai mein ye aks sooten hain…………।

Vipul…।

Happiness is the destination; sadness is just the way through.....whatever...another stupid one liner

www.webworld.com

Just webbed up

The "F" factor

Now that's what you call

"My Candle"

certain things in life leave their message behind.

one finger

Guess how big these flowers are in real.....

the total height is within 1.5 inch....my jeans got all muddy and shirt slogded up with clay while trying to picture them...

Tomorrow

lost my virginity to capitalism

something which caught my eye..... the lake at Ras-Al-Keimah U.A.E.... we were sitting at a hukkah cafe ovrlooking the water......

at around sunset i realised that from an angle the new construction obstructed the sun....

no explanation ...... what i felt and cant describe..

"Lost my virginity to capitalism"

Eternal sunshine of a spotless mind........

Discreet, hidden, covered us, Scared, confused, naked us,

The outside outset glory of our material triumph and the stinking naked unwashed us, walking down the star studded ceremony!!! Stars play us.

The retro lives as the techno dawns as the sun shines and the moon yawns,

Always in agony in sub-fuckin-conscious ::::: sleep and pat of the nerves reviving in unstable dreams…

Questions ;
Questions;
Questions;

questions galore, the hot coffee splits them up and u manage to see the door,

Good morning sunshine; shine on me… and give me strength to power on the VH1 T.V.
Gwen Stefani says “wind it up” and I think haven’t the day just started…eyes half crawled and marks of my nails scratch on the morning dry skin, itchy itchy oh where is my coffee, the last blow of Zippo and the room goes foggy,

Good morning sunshine…..
dog barks,
dogs everywhere,

folded hands and eyes close I say oh god give me strength to live this day….

Sir I made a mistake;

Can u remember the merchant of Venice?

” a pound of flesh”


The maid takes the dirt of the floor and my last night crime is moped,

The sound of music and marry poppins, the day of the jackal and the dooms day conspiracy…

Airtel and hutch rings and dogs bark,
Memories of the phone camera from the rainy day from my windscreen.

Question one answered and 2 arrives.

I tumble over the wood on the floor and the table helps me to pace the door,

Question 2 answered..

The maid still moping the floor and the crime spots still vanishing…

Question 3 answered and more…

Lesson for the day…
Questions are journey and the answer is our destination…..

“Eternal sunshine of a spotless mind”

Just too fuckin cliché