“yatrigan kripya dhyan dein Nagpur se chalkar Hazrat Nizamuddin jane wali gaadi sankhya 12345 always late express apne nirdharit samay se 3 ghante ki deri se chal rahi hai.. aapko hui asuvidha ke liye hume khed hai” With that my wish of reaching home on time went down the drain. With few hours in my hand, I thought of finishing up the novel which I had but thanks to our “suvidha janak” railway stations, I was left wondering about the various “asuvidhas” which were around me. I don’t have any intentions of going to the jail hence no rants about any particular “educated” minister although I can do a phD thesis on the efficiency of these inefficient ministers and their ministries. These are just the observations which I made which spending those bloody 3.5 hours at the station on a sultry and oppressive afternoon. Most efficient people – Bhaisahab & Behenjis at the ticket & platform ticket counter: Amongst the most efficient employees of the railw...
It's odd how those who were complete strangers are the ones who are now the best buddies It's odd how those who never expressed their feelings while they were together are the ones who end up becoming a couple It's odd how those who show me the highest love are the ones who expresses it the least in words It's odd how those who express the love in words are the ones who end up hurting the most It's odd how those who botched up every damn thing are the ones who make you feel chagrined It's odd how those who plead for mercy, pardon are the ones who deserve it the least It's odd how those who are always smiling and make you smile are the ones who have overcome many griefs It's odd how those who have been through many griefs/heartbreaks are the ones who can always overcome the pain Probably, It's odd because everything can be related to time and space.. But for me, It's odd because I don't think its odd!(o...
The screaming machine, eructation of steam Drifting me in a mesmerizing way calm and composed on the surface but boiling beneath Fragrant, redolent delight, impugned, maltreated and often ramped against yet owning the right to be blissful in a tiny vessel of any shape Dark, acrimonious and black Its a mystery why anyone would love you An edge, soft and comfortable for my lips I take in the aroma which you've hidden inside Staring in an abyss of darkness yet I'm illuminated By the hidden warmth, Fazed by the soft touch of lips Your body comforts my cold hands Finding their way around, my lips touch you once again Your black soul spreads the warmth throughout my body Clearing my mind, leaving me insomniac Oh coffee what a drink Warm and dark reminding me of my companions You are my friend in need On the table while I study On the pathway while I walk On the bed while I snuggle with the warmness of solitude Now and again with a good book. You a...
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