Storm in.... He will freeze the air of pestilence... to be no 1 is his phenomenal vibrance !! At 6:45 pm a dear friend of mine,a crazy cricket fan,on his boring train journey inquired me the score of indian cricket team;to which I answered,'you are unlucky dear to have a not-so-emergency journey today.just spin the earth...

Its no strange...the riot of wild animals that stand out in mumbai.damaged threats,unclaimed attacks and nonsense attitude could not stop the release of most awaiting movie of the year 'my name is khan' that will cross a milestone in the history of box office. MNIK is a movie starring the two best actors of the country...

Forgetting a friend is not so easy,especially If you are surrounded with poetry. Waves come running to you and recede Throwing behind a question mark. The breeze,blocking your ways asks Something that it never asks. A ferry dissolves itself at the horizon and leaves behind a vacuum. No ocean can fathom Nights sink into...

Is it one more cut down breaking tree? Or,a tainted tear drop falling from my eyes? Is it your high speed fiendish rocket? Or,a needle pricked on my ozone blanket? Is it a coal-fired chimney reaching up so high? Or,is it suffocating one more species to die? Is on the barren land flowing hot autumn breeze? Can't you see...

When the sun kisses the horizon, When the stars twinkle, And the moon smiles In the mad land of fantasy... A fairy appears having thought of mine in her eyes, Her soft words speaking my stories, Jingle sound of her ear rings tuning for my feet Her bewitching smile keeps my heart beating, Her soft touch keeps the flower...

This is an ode to miss teenybopper , with a twist of lime, written in a bit of hustle without any lollipop-rhyme. She is the girl with lucent hair having glorious attitude, confidence & spell bound appeals in her white uniform adds to her benevolent gratitude. for her many beauties that tell not a lie i am often...

The best gift to me is Not a barbie doll with curly hair, Not a dew rinsed red rose, Not 'a brief history of time' by stephan hawkings, Not a candle light dinner in lovers' paradise, Not a sweet n sour hot lemon tea. But its a cute little boy with million dollars' smile, whose words keep me energetic, for which i...