Thursday 17 March 2011

A higher dimension of it




                                                                                                                                        
A journey purposeless is tiresome, as always;                                                                              
Reaching a destination is more fulfilling and better than partying;
A work at hand without purpose and passion is tiresome, as always;                                      
A work, I enjoy, assures me my usefulness and is more like partying;
A job for survival is tiresome, as always;                                                                                               
A job that assures living guarantees lifelong partying;
Meeting one poles apart is tiresome, as always;
Befriending one poles apart is such an challenge and adventure

  Work a choice not compulsion                                    
A party is where everyone jostles for space & nobody leaves an inch;                                 
A day among agreeable, beside the nature and Truth;
Approval is nodded on disagreeable things,                                                                                    
A quiet evening among agreeable after fulfilling day’s work;
Have to fake impression  by unimpressive,
                                                                                 
Where I say I love and I love as well;
Endless tricks to show supremacy.
Where a simple smile makes gorgeousness redundant,
A party is such tiresome, the idler’s ground;                                                                                        
Little caressing bridges miles in seconds, So divine and energetic,
No doubt, I choose to work rather than forced to party.                                                             
No doubt, I am born to home and ill at home in a party.

Monday 21 February 2011

BoRn 2 PaRtY..... FoRcEd 2 WoRk......

Every day is like a new born baby in hand,
apart from all rust, junky nights,
it's a day to mingle & zingle,
weekends looked like a ray of blessing .
wrapping all duties in a envelop and perversely banging the floor.

A inchoate morning overshadowed the tiresome nights, 
the mind was bursting with new adventures.
It was time to explore our inner energy & call up our throng,
acquiring some space in the partying grounds &
enjoying our outbreak of energies.
The essence of "off" is such a divine feeling , 
that one gets oozed up.

The next day again the same pressure & rusty work 
and again as always the day kicks-off with all daily chores,
In the end one thing arises to every mind,
& that is  "i wish everyday is a weekend"