Fallen Angels

We all have few people in our lives who make our existence miserable in a very lovely way.. yeah I'm talking about Friends here :)

This complicated, twisted relationship is the most beautiful thing that can happen to a person. 

A token of love and gratitude for all my friends[Fallen Angels]

They squash you

almost every single day.

They make you mere

an object of mockery

in worst possible ways.

Yet, no one can displace

them from the domain

of your lives.

They are the ones 

who make you especial.

Bunch of idiots
whose untimely presence
can light up your
usually swinging moods.

They might not be 

always there 

when you want them to be.

But, you can count on 

having their backs

when you literally need.
Adroitly they can
detect the fakery
on your face.
Infinite power is hidden
in their handshakes
cuddles and embrace.

They'll kick your ass
right at the moment
when you truly deserve.
But they make sure too
kicking-butt right is
exclusively reserved.

Fallen demons angels they are 

landed on my shoulder
right from hell heaven
to make this mortal life
full of immortal memories !!

Do you have such people in your life ??

Can you imagine your life without them ?

A Soldier's Cry

 A soldier's reaction after he thinks hard about the internal conflicts of his country. When he looks around, all he sees is corrupted system, stained politics and illogical disputes perfectly imbibed n camouflaged . All he  thinks is that --- >

Toughest, not tough enough

to deter me.

Roughest, not rough enough

to unnerve me.

What creeps me, are

the enemies inside.

I swear

Outsiders can never harm

my country. But I worry

as I see everyday

loudmouthed leering Lucifers

roaming around

walking free.

Suspected, yet unseen.

Their slates are too clean.

Well disguised in appearance

they seem, innocuously serene.

Faulty system, filthy politics

Signal them green.

I stand here, securing borders

with cold, watchful, vigilant faces

But potential enemies, harboring

Inside, well secured

In some complicated hiding places.

“Blame Game” new sensational

National Game. Morbid curiosities

Rising high

I want you all to

listen to this Soldier’s Cry. 

Wake up your dormant senses.

Smell this reek of enemy inside.

Its time- time to find out

plausible hidey-holes of

perfectly fake humans.

Flourishing on our soils

spoiling nationwide.

DOA: Dead or Alive

Hey guys !!!

hope u all r doing well.. I'm alive n kicking :) 

I was getting several messages inquiring about my whereabouts n well-being... 

So here I am... 

Well my exams r still on :'( 

actually they gt postponed n now last paper is due on 4 Feb...

I have loads of things to talk.... This sabbatical is not a waste gt so many thoughts churned n  stored in my buffer...will share them wid u all in my posts.

Will b back soon... Till then... 

Take care 

Miss u all a lot.

Merry Christmas n Happy New Year

Merry Christmas n a very very Happy New Year to  you all !!!!!

Have loads of fun, gifts, hugs, kisses... 

Party, Enjoy n do everything what u feel like doing 

in this festive season :) 

 PS: I have my exams in the 1st week of January.... So m partying n celebrating with my books... :P  Won't be blogging or reading your posts for few days.... but will b back soon :)

Till then keep enjoying n keep writing !!!

~ Jyoti Mishra 

Imperfection

Have you ever noticed that we all are Addicted... yeah I used the word "ADDICTED"  for perfection n flawlessness. How we always take extra-extreme care for getting things done accurately and A-OK. Even a criminal executes his crime with perfection, if not he/she ends up in jail :P  Now you won't agree with me on this as I displayed your addiction out on web, in front of everybody.
  Lemme give a proof from everyday life -- "Did you ever counted how  many times u hit backspace key before u publish your post on your website/blog". Yeah, there I caught you, I know you are giggling there and hiding your head down.

 We all ache for it, accept it or not. 

But, in real word where we all born and raised, where body and brain, unlike an electronic machine, is not installed or equipped with backups and backspace keys. Each one of us has flaws, we all make mistakes and we all lack in some or the other thing.

We're born imperfects. 

But, then

Why we lack empathy for people who are unable to do certain things ? Why we can't entertain lil flaws n imperfections in someone's personality ?

Why we hate misfits ? Why such austerity towards them ?

Note: I'm not talking here about people with physical or mental disability... they are the people whom I proudly call "perfect" in their own special way.

Just like 

every written word

doesn't have the fate of 

becoming a novella 

or of a song to sing.

It ain't heinous or bad,

to not to know few things.

This illogical race 

of highest numbers and perfect face.

Precision with Über-fast pace.

For those, who fail to chase.

Why subsist ?

 Lack of empathy, compassion,

support and brace. 

Some insignificant, puerile flaws. 

doesn't make a person, 

some ugly bat with pointed claws.

Nothing like bad or low to feel.

Everybody have one, 
no need to repent,

its not a big deal. 

Lets move above,
from the notion of perfectly perfect. 
Why not celebrate,
the benefits of imperfects and defects.
There's always a route, 
of corrections and checks. Never forget-
We are born imperfects.

So, next time if u see someone not good at something, for a change, give him/her a second chance or give him/her some other job. Spare your anger and save your energy for something else. Because its not possible for everyone to be good at everything at every single time. Try not to play Mr./Miss perfectionist everyday.

______________________________________________________________

 दोष और विकार  

http://hindiscribbles.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_20.html

_______________________________________________________________________

All I need is Rhythm Divine

"All I need is Rhythm Divine"

There is nothing like music in this world. Its fun and nothing on this earth can replace it. One can never find a person who doesn't like music.Genre n taste may differ, but no one hates it. Its not only fun but a fantastic escape from the melodrama of life in which we all are trapped. No matter in what mood n surrounding you are, a fine piece of music can ease it out. Like a magic wand it has the power to heal n make all the things right. 

For someone like me a daily dose of it is essential for survival. I don't even dare to conceptualize the fact of living without it.

I turn the music up, I got my records on
I shut the world outside until the lights come on
Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone
But I feel my heart start beating to my favorite song.
~Coldplay.  

Rhythms. 

In which I'm kinda lost. 

Like my favorite road, 

which I love to cross. 

With all the thumps n vibes, 

and all the tunes n chimes. 

I feel the waves of song. 

For which I can't crave long. 

n In a state of trance, 

a mood of joy n dance. 

I get the glimpse inside. 

of my secret place to hide. 

From the crap of world that

keeps me trapped outside.

n then I yell that song 

in my silent voice.  

I switch all my pains. 

In a full rejoice. 

I feel sane n strong. 

As I keep yelling that song. 

Que: What place MUSIC holds in your life ?

________________________________________________________________________

मैं और संगीत

http://hindiscribbles.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_16.html

________________________________________________________________________

Face in the Crowd

The moment you step out of your home, you are nothing, but a tiny part of CROWD or more apt word PUBLIC. Unrelated bunch of people moving together in train, in bus, on road.... in shops and so on. Millions of lives crossing each other, without leaving a trace. Thousands of faces we see everyday..... nobody bothers to remember or think about people we don't know. 

But, sometimes there are few faces in crowd you can never forget. 

I saw that face, 

as I was walking 

on the road. Something, 

was gravely wrong. I doubt. 

A man was crying his heart out. 

What was wrong ? 

I had no clue. 

But, no one to console him, 

that was weird too. 

At that moment. 

that Face made me think. 

How he ended up,

at this state of brink.

In such a crowded place, 

He was standing alone. 

Like an used blade.

Lying in a man's salon.

 

His face, projecting. 

Stacks of mistakes. 

Like a painting of, 

Struggles and attacks.

Who knows ??

How many more are yet to happen. 

To shake that man, 

Who is already, so badly shaken.

Then, I moved forward 

got engrossed in what I was

doing before. 

Same old, Same old

Daily dose of chores. 

A routine fight to 

maintain, highly coveted
reputation n decor.

Now, When I roam around. 

I am startled to found. 

So many, similar faces. 

With different stories and

different grounds. 

What's common was

just the pain, pain profound.  
____________________________________________________
भीड़ में वो चेहरा 
http://hindiscribbles.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html
_____________________________________________________