THE PERFECT STRANGERS...!!!!!!!

Words and wit always follow when in the right stream of emotions. Month back I was combating with the idea of bending in a new city amongst new people in the new ambience. The thought of surviving unaided reached a peak where my confidence and courage was rigorously dared. Month after I figured myself amidst a crowd I love to be part of. It’s comical though my college was not as my fantasy at all but eccentrically am addicted to it. Obviously it’s not the lectures which I at times want to run off, not the CCD that must be cursing us for all the “fokat ka time” we spend.. not the chocolate fantasy either.. but kuch kamine wanting to grab the one bite of it.
The solitude moments ripped off
swapped with the idiocy
bhasha ki gaining knowledge
with loads of k’s and c’s

salon ki milti philosophy
on our every happy tragedy
koi aur kare to bezzatti
khud kare to “itna to banta hai yaar”


Strangers in life come by surprise and those who touch the chords stay forever. You meet people but not ever one has the charm to please you in the first go and those who do are the ones am writing about.
It’s first-rate to wake up with the rush for a meeting and later being frustrated to find out on being there an hour before others. Then texting them with all the “respected” terms so that they know they are going to be killed or rather being missed. Har din “kal ke scene” banate banate niklate.. life has become the ideal drama..coz it’s too good to be real and for once I hope am acting my part well… lollzz!!!
The faltu chats on anything and everything and the ongoing “chops” on every being has what become the routine. Being admonished by “seniors :-p” for things not to be done with a new “hakk” is what makes it all worth.
Roz roz ka plan.. with pizzaz and chocolates and chicken and coke… iske bina toh life adhuri si ho gayi. The everyday forwarded sms’s to almost everyone by everyone is what adds to “vellapan”. Fluctuating crushes….recent heartthrobs…. Pocket me maal “warna bekaar”. Naah it was never the need to be together.. but the destiny who brought us together. Now I feel part of it. It’s like a “feel” of belonging. With people I can fight, gossip, laugh,abuse,play,dance,sing ,eat and yet feel yaar “abhi to aaye the”.
It’s a collision of different worlds
Within a confined boundary
We love we hate we care
Our life is a free flowing poetry
Eminent we are in each others life
It’s prominence rising every time
Strangers you were who turned my life
It just took some time to realize.

Love you all from the bottom of my heart. written for the people who now share a part of my life and who have made a deep impression in my heart. Love you all loads. And now GET LOST!!!!

YES..YES...YES... ..!!!!

Awaken from a beautiful dream
Am standing on a hill top
With your sensations in every bit of me
yes –yes-yes YOU are my LOVE
sitting at a distance
I steal glimpses of your face
Catching your eyes my heart races
Yes-yes-yes YOU are my LOVE
Your touch melts my soul
Freeing me from the unfaithful world
And when you speak your mind I know
Yes-yes-yes YOU are my LOVE
You love me you love me not
My subconscious itself plays
My thoughts are just of you
Yes-yes-yes YOU are my LOVE
And it’s then I open my eyes
To meet the painful truth
A guy like you my love
Is a million dollar loot
I owe my heart an apology
For dreams mistaken
As you my love cannot happen
As you my love cannot happen
I wish life was harry potter
Where one spell would fetch me you
And it’s then my long awaited heart can yell
Yes-yes-yes it's YOU…..

KUCH "VELLEPAN" KE NAAM...

ehm ehm... arz kiya hia....

mohabbat ke khel mein hum to haarte hi reh gayee..
unki baaton mein dil apna haarte hi reh gaye...
zindagi tune bhi kya jaam pila daala....
ishqq ki un raahoon mein hum gumnaam hote hi reh gaye....

mushkile hai kya jana jab unki 'na' ka darr satane laga...
khata hui jo apna pyaar baya karna naa aa saka...
kehte hai mohabbat wo dariya hai doobna jisme hai zaruri...
hum kehte hai wo mohabbat hi kya jo hume utha na sake....

kaante toh bahut milenge ghabrana na jaana kabii....
woh unke pyaar ki kami jo ab khanle lagiii...
mat pucho hai mohabbat hume kya tumse.....
hum toh bas tumhe apna banane ki aas mein jiye jaa rahe..!!!!!

ET TU BRUTE....

THE SUN THE STAR THE MOON THE NIGHT
THOUGHT THEM, MADE THE WORLD GLEAMING BRIGHT
WITH YOU BESIDE ME MY DEAR
MY CONQUERED LIFE NEEDED NO LIGHT…..
WONDERED I HOW I MET YOU
AND GOT BLESSED BY THE GOD’S GRACE
MARCHING YOU TOWARDS ME
THOSE WERE THE BEST DAYS….
Every time I think what went wrong?? Where did I go wrong?? Where did we go wrong??? And every time it’s just me on this end with you on the other. I do not want life to be unfolded with surprises but never did I want it to be a baggage of stabs. Why do you need to fill the void of my life with the dramatic care and filth it with the hypocrite flare.
I no more like the word FRIEND. It just strikes my eardrums with a hollow vibration. Every time I look you in the eye I realize how fake can someone be. I opened my entire life in front of you and all I got as a revert was an insult of being an honest person. I wonder how my concern was intolerable? Could not you look at the love I had for you then looking how my opinions are different from yours. No one is perfect, we always agreed then why was I the target of all the erroneous.
WHY YOU MAKETH ME LOOK FOOL
IF THOU HAD NO LOVE WHY NOT ACCEPT
WHY KEPT ME BELEIVING
WE ARE FRIENDS WE ARE INSEPERABLE…

When priorities change a little mistake is an ocean of bleeding wound, what is funny is for you it’s only you who is hurt.
When I turn back to the days WE WERE FRIENDS, (Apologies my “friend” because now no matter how much together we are , we are never together) I admire the bond we had. We met.. we disliked.. we fought.. we had fights.. we came close.. we understood.. and then we were good.. then came times I tried to be a friend.. it was then when you told me not to interfere… and important thing.. to keep a distance… you mentioned once.. you mentioned twice…. And then you mentioned it again and again till I turned wise… my wisdom struck… I turned deaf…. Whatever now you do I don’t care… I hope you happy now you got what you wanted… and in this journey of learning I found MYSELF.

Wondrous it is how long did I take..
To find my eureka- “entire world is fake..”
Congratulations to me to identify
Lonely is to way to survive
Proud and strong today I stand
Being a loner is my new technique to be glad
I will find my peace I will find true mate
And I will find everything and end my rake
One day you will see one day you will unearth
That will be too late because I already had my rebirth…

Don't loose it--Because it's true love

-komal sharma

Love never breaths yet love never dies
Love loves to play “I spy”
True love when found
Keeps you young forever
If not then all your life
cries like a river….

Love is boundless. From your teens till your death there is no time to be in love. May be at your near death moment the nurse who takes care of you might suddenly turn out to be the special woman you have waited all your life.
When its love shame and sense fade right away. Just one glimpse of that face will tell you “yes he is the one”, and to be honest seize that moment forever and ever. Donot forget it is destined.
Let not your love be the sand in the fist . let it be tear in your eye. So that even the biggest pain will not let you shed a drop. If you love someone tell her straightaway. Tell her that you would live eternity with her but not a moment without. Tell her she is the one you would travel the world to be with.
Words like WHAT and IF destroy the most beautiful part of you. What if he won’t love me back. What if she thinks I am not good enough. What if my parents won’t approve. What if we aren’t meant to be together. Remember nothing happens in this world if it is not meant to be.
Let go let go
the feelings inside
Let her know
She is the one right
No world no fence can be as offensive
Then the pain of loosing Mr. RIGHT.

What we silly forget is that love is not to be regret. It is to be cherished.it is never too late to love to speak to yell I love you. Have courage… go..bow down…and say, “ I am truly,madly,deeply, passionately in love with you”.

Love never says you are old
It says I still love you
Love never says be bold
It says tell me “I love you”
Love never needs to run
It’s a patience to hear “I love you too”

So if you love someone let them know as they need to know there is somone in this big world breathing every second for them.

IT'S NOT HYPOTHETICAL....!!!!!!

-KOMAL SHARMA

A writer is inspired and not wired. The smell of wet mud…the song of the rain….the buzz of the bees….. a happening of the day…… anything.
If I take the aforesaid seriously then yes I m a writer…I might not be the one as brilliant and wicked as Shakespeare and certainly not as contemporary as five point someone but yes I sense what many of us deny to realize….and it is exactly what inspires me to write…
A mother’s tear
A friend’s smile
A day of cheer
Or any hurtful bile……. I feel it all.
Writing is one of the weirdest art one possess . I know many of you might consider it nonsensical but if you write you’ll know it all. If you are happy it makes you happier…if your sad you’ll be terrible…. If you are in love then it’ll be all red… it just doubles the ecstasy and triples the pain. That’s exactly how it works.
Another conclusion I have landed up through my phase as a writer is that nothing is hypothetical… whatever one write is whatever one believes. The thing is how one describes it. How well can one turn thoughts into fiction and how beautifully fool everybody around. Therefore a writer is smartest of all. You’ll know all his life without knowing at all. Which character of his characters is him is the dilemma of the mind. It’ll not be humor if I define readers a writer’s puppets. You’ll understand what he’ll ask you to.
A pen and paper is all what a writer requires to tell the world that he is worth of millions eyes that role down to read those lines that describes all the unsaid.
I am often welcomed with warmth and wit of many. People say sometimes I hit the extraordinary threads of life to which I think, “really?? I just thought I was being real and not EXTRAORDINARY..”. what to others might be extraordinary is what to me the hidden feelings of every single individual it’s just that the dare to say is not so easy. Thus writing has provided me my escapism of being realistic and unreal altogether. I know how to slap without the action. I know how to sing without the symphony. I know how to cry without tears. I know how to laugh without a show. I know it all.
It makes me happy that when I sit and write it’s that time when I could be me. When I don’t have to hide the inner most desires….the inner most fears…the inner most nostalgia. No I don’t have to.
All I have to do is scribble and within moments it turns out to be one of my creations. Something I am absolutely proud to own and give my name to. And with that pride every time post them by : -ME
Thus thanks to my capability to express I have finally found who I am?? What am I doing??? And what am I supposed to do?? Which many of you still need to identify…. I M CERTAINLY A PROUD WRITER……. And to all those who think writing is for the free jobless and miserable… let me tell you this thought itself proves the misery of one’s mind.

THE NEW AGE...!!!!!!

-KOMAL SHARMA

Throttling vicious time it is
When the mind and heart are at war
Being or desire in the ring
Where Supremacy is the plot

Wandering life pleading halt
Left or right…right or wrong
The unvoiced mob’s bleeding voice
Suffering and pain priced….

Good or bad has lost its soul
Vanity aired in every eye
The conviction to par victory line
Has dug deep the humanitarian grounds

The practicality conquered sacred believes
Peace and serenity bar the time
Exquisite pleasure drawn from hurt
The exotic world drowning before time..

Friends…family are just terms
Obscured deep inside
Raging fire within overpowers
All the love, care and passion binds….