Wednesday, May 15, 2019

KOLKATA AND VIBES

                                  Till the time it raise you
Thine have no praise
My google went along
As I texted the messengers of God
The storms that bitten the crock
And the days that hidden behind nights
My love once told
And other time not given
Tore till my even steps
And odd reactions
‌My facial looks
‌and juggling puzzles
‌till some broken pieces came along
‌and told harsh stories
‌my face rubbed with dust
‌every night and day sympathising
‌my spirit and lovely clones of my heart
‌the venture of art and creative minds
‌till once told me the artist name
‌whoever designed the epigram of myself
‌to the winds of Howrah and beyond Hooghly
‌till once he told me you're alive
‌some fortune came along the twists
‌as I met my lord in shifts
‌the day was as vacant and painful
‌as the night whispered me love
‌my sudden full and depleted voice
‌heard people with amazing hearts
‌and all jungled up the queen of nights
‌for her all being astray
‌the goddess Durga and
‌fevered clay.
                             

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Wednesday, May 8, 2019

The Relation Of Life

                                                               The day you rewind
                                     Itself with night and light
                                     And morning with darkness
                                     Hollow only bed
                                     And golden sleepers
                                     Walking downstairs
                                      You fell and shout
                                     Your wife comes
                                     "Are you okay"
                                     But my dear
                                     It was not your fault
                                     You synthesize the fault
                                      With your duty
                                     My loved expressions
                                     That you'd bore
                                      You'd say
                                     Go sleep this morning
                                     And she upon being prejudiced
                                     Said nothing and obeyed
                                     Slept six more hours
                                     Till ten stroke at lobby clock
                                      Hush! you love her
                                      You woke her
                                      Said morning
                                      She only had you in dream
                                      About asking pain you felt
                                     She said "may I do your prerequisites"
                                     You'd reply after I do yours
                                      She's silent and asserted
                                      Till another person comes
                                      And say a word with calmness
                                      Only greeting no more
                                      But my friend your spouse
                                      As being a mate leans clear
                                      Says I often woke up
                                      And found you sneezing
                                     You hated being watched
                                      Till only she exposed
                                      "Were you despaired"
                                      You'd say
                                      "What more life can give?"
                                      She replies
                                      "Love and affection"
                                      And suddenly you
                                      Feel the change
                                      That you are married
                                       But of course some things
                                      Never change but
                                      Could be diluted by happiness. Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Friday, April 26, 2019

My Friend--There is no friend.

                                   
                                 A day of dynamite
                                            The roses will be spread
                                 A day of my kite
                                            When all exposed to air
                                 My thread stuck in fingers
                                            My vision unexposed
                                The kite pleaded for help
                                            As I was busy getting help myself
                                She was asking "there, Brazil, Pakistan, America"
                                            "I'm in air, he forgot"
                                "I'm dyeing, my friend"
                                            She was inaudible to me
                                 Brazil came there
                                            Only to pass her string
                                 She thought she'd be saved
                                            But who knew
                                 The other flag was playing a game
                                           She again screamed
                                "My dad! hey Mr. Tenner
                                            I'm Dyeing, the other one
                                  Scratching me"
                                           As she just understood
                                  SHE was CUT
                                           I only got my hand blead
                                 But she was not mine
                                          that vary moment
                                 And she wept
                                          "Please, I don't want
                                 To die"
                                          Then only her teaser
                                 Mr. Noble tree
                                          Initiated his sharp fingers
                                Onto her blood vessels
                                          And she died.
                                  Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

A WARNING!



My story is different. It sounds dramatic as my vines don't allow me to expose. This is something very special and dramatic. Once , my future came to me, said a few words. He said 'Hey, Jaskaran myself Jaskaran.' I looked around it was my image without a mirror. I was shocked .Only then I realized it was 55 " led TV in lobby that was doing that task. Horrible experience!. I was wordless. Then , he showed me my past messenger chats with a girl and quickly converted his image into chat 'with Jaskaran'. I told him to shut up. But he went on and said in front. See Mr. Young what you wrote. I asked him what's your age as I was expecting him to be mine duplicate and having same identity, but his reply threw my balls and every time shot me. He told me 'X+15' . I asked him who's ex . He frightened me by saying no other than you. Then he told me to check my chat with 'dazy' . I replied what happened and he'd tell ' this message ' highlighting  me texting her ,' don't worry ' and I said what's wrong . He said she is married with Dolph ziggler the chess champion of united states. I said I just texted this to her yesterday. And he replied so it was past even '15-x' . You can't change the out come. I asked what's wrong in writing 'don't worry' and expressing support . He replied it was highly injurious to my life for 'x+8' years. I asked but how my life is even touched with two words with an angry emoji. He said okay see, she asked you at that spot that two boys are after her lifestyle and impatiently disturbing her one 22 and other 21 .Me -'so what'. He replied you told her '15-x ' years back that don't worry those were your friends. I replied yes but, until he typed 'shut up and listen' and he continued those were your friends till only that time that you sent that message. I replied what that means that they are not my friends even now. He texts 'see now they are planning your death, yourself visit them. 'I was shocked and desperately told him that they both are my childhood mates. He said forget these mates because they are your murders. I asked him taking him as my own future only to fanaticize a little, "so, are you dead now?" He said every new day I fight with death games. I said but how. He told Dolph the super gamer came to their contact only after this message simultaneously and coincidentally when you were chatting with dazy. He hacked her phone yours yesterday, read all your chats and messaged harsh remarks from yours side to your damn bad friends and resultive they are 'yours today' making your death plans making a harsh judgment of only few messages . I told him " I 'll hold them as I'll make them know about Dolph's activity. ' He replied it's not as easy as it looks as Dolph is after that girl which he married 'x+12' years. I said so what I'll leave day for sake of my life . He said not only this he's your envy as you being closest . He's richest in America at  x+15 years. I accepted his warning and told him my friend though you being an outsider of really unknown cause , still you cautioned me . "I'm grateful". Please make me aware again of any further risks. He waved me goodbye. Only then I realized what it was. As it was really unbelievable. And I left day and those two  idiots to secure my life. My life is smooth after this future intervention. So, I am expecting a good life after 15 years.
Thanks
.
Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Friday, April 12, 2019

Defeat of Rani

"So Do I
Do some rest
Over a mile's journey
And King's down."

Mrs. Elizabeth
1858 A.D.
Rani Laxmi Bai
And her evenly spread cookies.

My name is Jacobs
She asked with one stop
Who are you?
My intensity shows me
A fearless soldier
Thus, did I reply.

A queen of valour
and no ruthlessness
Like most of us
The Englishmen were.

She lost the throne to us
But never did she cry
'coz everyday that she wept
was a rebellion against us.

My odd you queen
I told on her face
She rejected the offer
And said "defeat is only
What I deserve."

The first lady soldier
among all kings and soldiers
who accepted defeat 
as good as her win.


Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

THE CHASE OF LORD

                                           
                                             I call upon the living god inside all of us
                                             To mark a stance on each person
                                             To re-create a fuss
                                             The mighty is stealing himself
                                             In a heavily loaded chuff
                                             To ask a man in yellow boots
                                             Who boasts himself a trufan,
                                             "The stubborn and most pleasing
                                              Is whom you take in rough?"
                                              He replies with a witty tone
                                              "No less than a turbulent wave"
                                              He expressed a dimple shade
                                              Knowing a better phrase
                                              As I interpreted the supreme
                                              In the answer quoting realm
                                             "The master of universe"
                                              Who has the ability to shake
                                               The water bottles below
                                               Who evenly rises and falls
                                               With none a better fellow
                                               Who marks the presence 
                                                And disappearance of anything of steel
                                               Who may even prepare for you
                                               Your dietary service in routine
                                               One mark he insisted 
                                               That interrupted mine chase
                                               He saw him pleasing 
                                               But not an obdurate
                                               The audience yelled to me
                                               With robust eye and ear
                                               To which I quoted
                                              "He may please to be present
                                                But not a known athlete"
                                               "As one may say a heavy rain                      
                                               Or foggy weather in freeze
                                               He may insist more influence 
                                               When You and I not cheese"
                                               Present or not present practically
                                               He has all worthiness and control
                                               So you may even call him 
                                               Our visible god indeed
                                               They all formed a gratitude
                                               And expressed a godly fare
                                               "So, ye mighty! a man
                                               Is all you make with care."






Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Saturday, March 2, 2019

MY DAUGHTER

                                    You can't have the authority of an angel,
                                    Yet you could be my sight,
                                    I behaved to my daughter's espousal,
                                   She lived on with diligent fight.

                                    Some said "she's beautiful",

                                    But beauty denied her face,
                                    She is one of those  forel,
                                     Which carries a manuscript's place.
                                    
                                     She was a girly sturdy,
                                     My tongue takes her name,
                                     She was the best of mine,
                                     As I withered and gone tame.

                                     She rose early and tight,

                                     With every second's her might,
                                     She played with my hands,
                                     Tied me her friendship bands.

                                     She well served in the kitchen,

                                     Also hanged in the society's prison,
                                     She made her father proud,
                                     With her accompanied groud.

                                    One day she confessed,
                                    That she wanted her father dressed,
                                    When I asked for the occasion,
                                     She named herself without maiden.

                                    I was lost to her sayings,

                                    Looking at her gorgeous ear-rings.
                                    She was as glamorous,
                                    As she was first in my bearings.


                                     Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

TWO SISTERS (THE BALLAD)

                                           
Ballad 1
                                             One is Old,
                                            The obey cud,
                                             Then comes cute,
                                              Disobedience.

                                           When sun shines one step,
                                             She wakes up,
                                             And she doesn't.

                                            The one whom I remember,
                                           Tutor or professional tutor.

                                           The one having three,
                                           Deciding matter rises.
                                           When one holds their  hand.

Ballad 2
                                          Some say couple,
                                           Others say dune,
                                            But what doth I say.

                                        The fiver when is thrown,
                                          All out.

Ballad 3
                                       The linkage goes,
                                        When three comes,
                                        Nobody has the will,
                                        Control when five,
                                       Flowers and weather,
                                        comes and blows.

                                    I don't like you.

Ballad 4
                                      Stem is created,
                                     When do I know?
                                       Fruits make out that apple.

Ballad 5
                                     Seven star,
                                     Collaterally blow the wind,
                                     On me,

                                     And do I know?

                                   
                                    The happy version of mine,
                                     No, I know not.  Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Monday, February 25, 2019

BOND OF SEPERATION-- MY SALUTE TO MY LOVE


Hey listen!
You wounded waves,
I would present thine praise,
You aren't the ocean bae's
You are my wonderous face.

I step on the sandy paths,
Sing on a Sabina's phrase,
"Halt my motion forwarding
Or instead colour mine additional  chase."

Sabina darling! Take my bow,
You are so huge and yet hollow,
Possessing beauty of lady fern,
Let me sink in your wounded pea.

Let you master watch,
Write on my fore headed scorch,
"Terms on your bath,
I would rest my body in yours clutch."

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Saturday, February 23, 2019

AIR CONDITIONER (THE STORY)


Having said Air Conditioners nowadays keep us alive in all of this kind of humid atmosphere.These are so refreshing that even we don't even bother to get up early in the morning.Sometimes, when Rosy gets up in the morning she feels like in heaven finding the conditioned atmosphere all around. She feels herself the queen of the heavens only air by her side.What happened to Davis is yet another chapter as one may say, he is one of those guys who bears enough heat working by stones and carpets in whole day.But is he a human too? Then why not he be at same comfort as her neighbor Rosy?

He mad his boss pleased with overwork and dedication towards weight-lifting. So, as a reward his boss gave him 2000 bucks as bonus and 35000 as his salary.

Upon returning home he asked his wife about the most desirable commodity.
 She replied with "air-conditioner".

Next  morning upon ceasing holiday, they both went to the market and surveyed magic coolers for their small cottage. After hearing prices as much less as 50000 bucks he gave up his search for the same. Suddenly, his friend crossed his path with a deep smile onto his face carrying the measures of some iron and boards. He inquired his pleasure, to which the pedestrian replied "found heaven guard in my home". He introduced him with Duct-ed Reverse Cycle Air Conditioner. Davis was highly impressed with the features his friend mentioned and most importantly its effective 20000 bucks budget. His friend Stephen made Davis and his wife's entry into his room with that cooler
pre-installed. They both felt like being in mountains indeed. He kept on analyzing and comparing it with normal air-conditioner.To which he felt satisfied to purchase one for his loving wife.Thus, one on hand Rosy, An immensely rich housewife enjoys a heavily invested product and on second hand, Davis saved 17000 bucks and recreates a miracle for his small and sweet cottage.

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

BOND OF SEPARATION-- FAREWELL

                            Hey shout my dear,

                           For villain's cheer,
   
                           My rose has fallen,

                          Over here,

                          I descend the steps,

                          To take you there,

                          But over here,

                         You will find a mare,

                         A mare it will,

                        Though represent,

                        Tend to be a deadly fare.


                       Hey shout my dear,

                       Though not shout,

                      For you will make,

                      A sudden-ed pout,

                      My soul will though remain,

                      Not with you I ascertain,

                      It will rest in peace of yours,

                      The wider you spread,

                     You may make it browse,

                     But with a peace I claim,

                    For the sake of  Karan's name.


Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

BOND OF SEPARATION- I DENY


On the red rose I wrote,
A man's sacrifice story,
And through my vocals and throat,
I distributed it in my panoply.

I rearranged the song,
I rediscovered the aftermath,
Re appealed my past,
But couldn't reimpose the reprimand.

A petal broke when,
I headed towards the end,
The stem bent down when,
I imagined your bloodshed trend.

The suddenness of my words,
Led to cleverness of you,
Being easy it it to leave?
Behind someone who's Mary Sue.

But I don't trust if,
I let you go then,
I can follow you till,
The Lover's very heaven.


Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
credits : a friend

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

HOPE YOU TAKE CARE!


STUDY:

When You Don't want to indulge,
and yet you do,
It means an obvious fight,
Still men don't bother fights,
Shining star came in twilight,
In my chase,
As I was only a half mile away,
From the destination.

Clerk Anabel,
Doctor Smith,
Darling Jazzy,
And all and all,
were involved.

'Shut up!' So I stood,
My place,
Over next few hours,
We met,
Like hell and sun.

Double Trip,
Seventeen nights,
One ticket,
and Single Flight.

Hope you go and enjoy,
And I gave up the seat.

To someone needy,
Who stood an excuse away,
From his mother's death.

'Back up!' I ordered,

"You all will be drunk"
And even I slipped,
While speaking,
But instantly,
Bullet arrived,
Hit the Hitman!
Sudden shock! was observed,
Am I at fault?
"no! You CRAZY"

Some observed, from kitchen,
and others from bathroom,
Only bed is covered with,
True rangers of sky!

"Hey! Listen you wounded waves!"
Have I any craze?
Still you fight the unfought battle,
"Let it be enshrined on my grave,
A soul too brave!"

Need!
need!
need!

Someone's bleeding from the teeth,
Hello, Junkman!
Stop! As you stand away!

That Clarke! Yes you understand!,
He's someone,
But stay away from this land.

"Coz! After all you'd pay,
THIRTY GEMS! And NO STAY!.








NOTE: SELECT IN ORDER TO READ.

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.