" I$ IT HII OR I$ IT L@ST HELLO "

Did I dishearten you, or let you down
Is it me who feel faulty or is it you who feel drown
Did I bust you coolness, or broken your reliance
If not then why you feel dozy and being quite
Now how much time will you clutch to verbalize with me
For how long you cruse me which is not twisted by me
If you don’t need me then why you are crying on your bed
If you don’t need me then why does my name resound in your head
Time gonna fly and my love is fading
Season is changing and my patience is straggling
I am in a position that I cannot give you the time
Since this is the scarcely factor which is not mine..!!

Every time you saw a dream, i got the shadow of it
Every time you desire of jollity, I got the hilarity of it,
I can smell your fragrance in the untie air
I can feel you in the shower of beam tear
I can see in your eyes, I can see in your smile
That my love is true and it does not require any clue...!!

I remember the touch of your palm
The curls that fly with lukewarm
Eyes, which turn up green to blue
Smile which swiftness the beats of the crew
I desire, of a little breathing space in your heart
A heart, which is more beautiful than the sparkle star
Which can forgive the gaffe of his near one
A heart that always stay cool and calm…!!

I know, that the stars are far-flung from me
The sun is not burnish on me
I know there is no land, ground beneath my feet
Still live with a quote which act as a hope

That love never dies, it stay alive…!!

!!! I @M A SAD JOKER !!!

I am not good I am not bad
But I am the only one who always sad
I am not god I am not human god
But I am the one who is in-between your’s
I have a heart, which is not working
I have feeling, which are still sleeping
Who am I, I am a joker
No one understand me, no one love me..!!

There are some second, which I never lived
There are many minutes, which I never experienced
I witness only the death of my happiness
I am not the one who awake of my joyfulness
Still I was busy to make you silly laugh
I was busy to seize your mourning
Who am I, I am a joker
No one understand me, no one love me..!!

I have a home that is full of shoddy furniture
I have a body that is full of shabby costume
I have desires, which have no shade
I have a shadow that is almost fade
I have a clumsy face with a ham-fisted smile
I seize superfluous tears to weep inside
Who am I, I am a joker
No one understand me, no one love me..!!

Now I want to die to live up a new life
So that in next birth I will not cry
Then, I will also ride on the love cycle
I will also fly with some of the angels
I will flutter like a unreservedly bird
I will run like a lively spirited one
So just, take my soul from my body
And, eliminate my name from this planet only…
Who I am, I am a joker
No one understand me, no one love me..!!

A Joker is always meant to make others happy but he also feels sad and dull. No matter whether he is in pain or sad but he still generate a feel good factor in us. But still they are ignored; still they are the victim of bias. So please appreciated that we all are equal in the eyes of god as we all are his kids and who so ever is a part of this planet, a part of this god creation has an equal right or equal opportunity. So do not wound anyone emotion on the basic of caste, color, creed and religion. Spread love and love unconditionally with each one!
Thank you!

I ASK WHY AND NOT HOW "PEOPLE CHANGE"

.!!! Why don’t people stay where they are???
Why there is a gap in-between their hearts
Why there is no trust factor in today’s generation
Just because they are not mature to handle the situation
What to do, what not to do, this is what they all thinking
And in the very last, they left with nothing...!!

Why u feel lonely why you feel sad
Just because of a girl who ditch you so bad
Why you feel friendless why you feel cheerless
Just because of a girl who don’t have any shame
How many times you wrote love letter to her
How many times she felt that it was love
How many times you cried for her
And how many times she heard your voice.
Why you always trust on her, still
Why she always said ‘’why don’t you trust on me”
Why you (like an idiot), always make her call
Why she (like a witty), always make fun of your’s
Why you always used to say, “Let’s meet and plan something”
And why she always used to say, “Let’s plan and meet someday”

!! Now it’s time to make a change.....
It time to heal your pain........
So be bold and have faith in you.....
If your love was true, she‘ll back with you
Don’t bawl, don’t yowl, have patience
And you will witness how things rotate so soon
Now no need to regret over that charlatan woman
It was just a hallucination, which passed away
One day she will recognize that she was erroneous
Nevertheless, that day will be too late…!!!
You stir to a new city; you stir to a new country
You will have a striking companion, you will have innocent kids
You will have Mercedes to run; you will get pleasure from the shower of wealth.
Now what else you wish for, just have patience…patience…patience
So enjoy your life to craft up with a new day
Fly up with your dreams and face the hurricane
But learn by heart solo thing; do not blindly trust natives anymore
If you will do, you will go to distress, if not you will taste the triumph…..!!


Here, there is no personal bias and there is no hard feeling for girls…this situation take place alike in girls’ case once an important person smash up their belief/trust/hope/faith….but this time a chap is hurted so it was his feeling, which came out from the cupboard of skeleton. Please appreciated that we all are human beings and there is no man/woman born on this planet who do not commit any mistake but to admit that mistake is a very big deal for all of us. Therefore, once you commit any mistake please have guts to accept it too and this is what we all need…so that the trust element always keep in our relationship…!

Cricket's changing message!!

Cricket in its prime used to be a game played over 5 days where a player’s as well as the team’s character was tested. During those days of yore there were no helmets and arm guards to protect one from the ‘explosives’ hurdled by bowlers at more than 90 miles per hour. Sir Donald Bradman became a legend not just because he pilled those colossal runs but because he piled them braving the ‘onslaught after onslaught of bowlers like Larwood and their infamous bodyline tactics. He was hit several timers but he did not budge from his crease till he gave the bowlers run for their money and the spectators value for their money. Even our own little master Sunil Gavaskar scored tons and tons of runs against the fast and furious West Indies of the 60s and the 70`s when they were at the peak.
But then times have changed. It was first the limited overs format that heralded a change in the ultimate message of what cricket stood for. Cricket is no baseball or rugby that will begin and end in the wink of an eye. It requires skill, discipline, diligence, patience and a passion to go on and at the crease. All that went for a toss once limited overs cricket made its entry.
However, the popularity of this format of cricket made its advent justified. A jet age generation has little time to assimilate the finesse of the longer version. After all it is a day’s affair, 100 overs is all you need to watch. As for the game it has become fast paced like hockey. The message is enjoy your over coke or coffee and have real fun for nothing!
Even this version of 50 overs a side was not very palatable to many. From limited overs then wanted more overs to be reduced. Make it 20-20 or T20 as it is fashionable to call it. The connoisseurs of the game are unhappy and rightly so. For it seems like mockery of what the game stood for. Almost any one can come and have a blast at it and on their day even the minnows of the game can humble the giants and it has happened more often than not T20. The glorious uncertainties of the game become uncertainty amplified.
But here also we find this version getting popular with the masses. People have even lesser patience for a hundred over match. And times are not far away perhaps, when we might have instant cricket of say 5 overs aside. Imagine the plight of the bowlers then! The question remains--- what is cricket per se ? If cricket becomes a baseball version of the game, will it have its pristine glory intact. Or is it that there is no time for cricket any more!