Stab me from the front

Fake not thy friendship with me,

Hide not thy feelings to me.

Hurt me if you love my tears,

but do know i have no drop to spare.

Stab me from the front my dear,

I can't enjoy thy hate from rear.

To her,her..... and HER

You like me or not ,is what i know not
and this is not a plot,to claim thy heart
i love thee not ,sure i thought a lot
i intend not,to tie any knot
but tell me not,to stop this note
for i feel so good stating the fact
and know, this is not my proposal act
i can't help but jot; knowing you may not heed.
still i am in such a need, for the lovely female breed.
Oh !! i am smitten,
Oh!!this ardent carnal veneration.
but i know this is an instinct's spree
for love i crave but not from thee.

Mere but dear is this infatuation,
And it will get over in celebration.
Ofcourse i wish that day be near
When my heart will rise, in love with flair
To her whose sight can exalt me
To her whose pride can demur me
To her whose silence can hurt me
To her who feel the same for me
Yes!!! my heart will rise ,in love with glee.
But hope is just a bit too meagre
To find her who can deal my hunger
Yet I feel that day is quite near,
The day my heart will find my dear
And until i find my lady near
my heart and life are mine to care....

Pensive Ramblings

In a world of pretense filled with curious beings indulged in flattery
and false humility besides faking joy to meet their ends,
a few stand alone depressively disinterested and helplessly bewildered.
Of queries to know what another does just to be surethat one is not
outdone they waste many a valuable hourfrustrating the rare individual.
They will share their every moment expecting still not admitting the
craving programmed in their self-proclaimed selfless minds as
a right for the same in return.
Achievements just to convince the crowd hoping to be satiated by the
incessant flow of praise embalmed with a tint of jealousy is now preferred to
any genuine act that can convince the conscience of a conscious being.
The state of the world being this please do not discourage the ones
who say "Let the society be damned".

Life,Love,Work.......for whom?....for what?

For those of you who hate the excessive use of 'I' in paragraphs or pieces of document are advised not to read the following.

I love me. I am indifferent to the world. I feel like an outsider, a disturbance to the system and I am OK or rather happy with that.My making a so-called right decision is as probable as my marrying Katrina Kaif neither of these being significant enough for me.I am a disappointment, a failure when moderated against the rules of this world.I am here not to follow;also not to lead. Frustration is my normal state with a mouth filling tongue full of indifferent attitude elated with confidence and arrogance.Combat is now my default mode."Neglect" is now my motto.I say BULLSHIT to them folks just for the joy of utterance.Ignorance is my trademark.Knowledge is my passion.Being myself is my purpose.

I despise the ways of this world, am not satisfied with the way things are going on in here.This world is now mediocre,lacking individuality and hence genuineness.Here it's groups that count.I agree it to the extent of team works and games where each has a role to perform and a goal to achieve.

But; they say all of us are more important than each of us.It's not their fault.They have been made to believe that a group is more effective than an individual,that majority is what counts.But who is ruling these teams?Is it the leader?Who is the owner?Is it a body?Then who is its head?who is deciding what next?Who is hiding there behind the curtains and pulling the strings of our brains?Certainly not the majority.Whoever!!!he is!! ruling you.And there surely are a number of such weirdos on earth.

They need to popularize their ideas.For that they use the weapon of majority.They make the dumb folk think that they are incapable of doing alone what a group of them can do.
For eg:First (say) he might have given them a physical task or challenged them to do something like lifting a huge rock,which is possible only with others help.Then slowly he convinced them that even in the intellectual levels men need to co-work.Thus began the end of genuineness in thought.Its easier to rule a group of 100 men than 100 separate individuals with separate attitudes,dreams and ideas.Each member of the group will compete against themselves without realizing that their entire effort is for the implementation of some others dreams.Working and living for someone else because you are being payed high or being rewarded and praised a lot! Who will live your dreams? If all you prefer is money and fame then throw away your life.


I think that groups and teams are for the weak,for those who cannot stand alone,those who are afraid to make the next step without the approval and assurance of others.For the fear of failure they dare not be themselves.And so they cooperate and collaborate doing the work of one brain using 10.They do not need personal space for they lack individuality.
For them unity is strength;they are incapable of independence;divided they fall!!!.
They doubt if they are individually good enough and fear that the world will come to know about their impotency. So all of them together pump their seeds in fertile vases and celebrate on seeing the outcome of their collective effort, not realizing and not caring who the actual father is.In case their is no output it is so evident that they unanimously declare "the soil in the vase is not fertile enough".


Uniqueness doesn't imply greatness,but i prefer to be myself.Truly intrinsic.
Each of us are created as individuals and keeping that individuality sacred is the greatest justice we can do to our creator. The greatest injustice being hurting oneself.It's not ones business to live for others.

Never can thee love for thy lovers sake.
One loves what oneself needs.
Love is not a service.It is a need for ones soul.
So is the case with ones life.
So is the case with ones work.

One may claim that ones love is selfless.
And may say that love is sacrifice.
But in fact in these sacrifices their soul gets satiated.
And they know not that need of ones own soul is the main driving force for all these deeds.
If your conscience approves your victory,only then you are successful.
It is for that success one should strive.

Yet people think or rather are taught to think that living for others is the greatest virtue.
To dissolve yourself knowingly into unknown, to be one among the lot driven like cattle by the pursuers of power is not your destiny.

Call me SELFISH!!! I don't care.

To share all moments good and bad,
With another being??Can't think of that!!
Call me SELFISH!!! I don't care.

To have sometime to spend alone,
To dream, to think, to walk alone,
To wander places on my own;
Solitude!!! I switch it on.
And there the self energizes...........
To laugh,to roar, to weep alone,
To sing aloud a song alone ,
To muse in secrets of my own
Solitude!!! I switch it on.
And there the being refreshes........

Then suddenly someone knocks
I feel them say "I'm watching you.."
They witness the worst deluge
Of fury from an insatiated self.

They stand stunned and ask me "Why?"
"LEAVE ME ALONE":my politest scream
against an intrusion into personal space.
It disgruntles them and shatters me,
So give me time to spend with me.
Call me SELFISH!!! I don't care.