Social Problem

Posted: January 28, 2015 in Philosophical Non-Senses
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My Parents consider me as too good for anything. So do the relatives and neighbours. Then why the hell am I struggling even today ? I think the problem is with my society because my problem is always a social problem !

A Basic Difference

Posted: January 28, 2015 in Philosophical Non-Senses
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You can only find chewing donkeys and thinking wives on this so called blue planet, not vice versa.

A Bottle of Beer

Posted: January 27, 2015 in Philosophical Non-Senses
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Once I met a man of few words. He smiled genuinely at me raising my eyebrows.”Who the hell are you ?” I stared at him.
“I am the God, My Son !” He replied.
“Any ID proof ?”
“I can do anything.” He smiled.
“Oh…Then bring me a bottle of beer !” I murmured.
The so called “GOD” gave me an empty bottle of beer.
“What the hell?”
“You asked me a bottle of beer, My son !” The God replied.
I stared at the bottle of beer.
“Hmm…You are the God….No doubt…..!” I fell into deep sleep.

Just a Smile away….

Posted: January 26, 2015 in Philosophical Non-Senses
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When you smile, smile like a Princess. When you cry, then cry like your Mother. But never ever lose your heart because you cannot cry like a Princess and smile like your own Mother !

The breeze of the Mountain

The freeze of the Ocean

I never cared…

I never cared….

 

The bless of the Nature

The curse of the Vulture

I never cared…

I never cared….

 

I walked with my name

With the game to fame

I walked with my aim

Without shame but with time…..

 

There came my name with time

I realised its my fame of   game

I am known to the sole

But unknown still to my own  soul….

Test Run

Posted: January 24, 2015 in Philosophical Non-Senses
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There was a Child prostitute with empty hands whom wandered in the city. I came to know that she was a Virgin, thrown away to the prostitution by some of her relatives. From the full moon to the new moon, she waited anxiously for her customer, but none came. Finally she turned at me with an offer. Being out of cash, I said “Test Run”. She replied “Inclusive of all taxes”. And I roared “Get lost” with a smile.

Unique Time Pass

Posted: January 23, 2015 in Philosophical Non-Senses
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Sometimes, sometimes… I feel myself as a result of someone’s timepass… Maybe… The proof… I have the blood and flesh. The question of the hour is whether am I mere a timepass or unique… only the time will tell you that… So now I like to remain myself as a timepass… Until the sunrise today… because everyone is sleeping…