laaton ke bhoot!!

Everyday some person or the other tell me I am too lazy,
I am too careless!!
Well, I am ...They teach me how imporatnt it is to be smart ,to be healthy,punctual ,blab ,blab,blab...
With me ,the case is that I have become used to these daily lessons and never care of them.
But in the last week there have happened such incidents which have instilled these lessons in my brain like a screw fitted in the whole.
From 2 ears I have never reached college in time ,especiallaty in labs,Last week PMJ sir ,as soon as I entered the lab 10 minutes late ,simply pushed mne out of the lab w/o letting me even open my mouth.
The shame I carried with me after that lab seems to be working.Since then IU am a very punctual person especially in labs.
Recently I left my mob charger in my room with my mob out of battery and didn't care to tell any body.
But during the night this small carelesness escalated in an unimaginalble fear on part of my family wjho was trying to contact me and when my father finally contacted me ,the clouds began to burst.
He was extremely furious and the very first statement "Kitne careless admi ho tum" seems to be wreaking a havoc in my brain again. But these daily lessons seem to work very poisitively with me .
It seems that I have become habiutual to learn from chiding and consequences!!!!!

backseat poems

Usually sitting on te last seat and listening to the boring letures has become a daily chore.

But passing time during that period of torture has given rise to many brilliant meathods of fun and insight.
Today ,when the teacher was teaching some thing ,shall i calli it rubbish or dull,the frustration of that impounding situation gave my poetic instinct an urge to caompose something half poem half prose,that can express this scorching pain of imprisonment, so just sharing it with u.

CURSE!!!!!

Be cursed the moment when I left my home,
Be damned the dream which took me to life,
with only the quibbles and endless strife,
the tizzy of pains ,the mindless bargains,
the hopeless road,to sinister abode
the daunting creatures lurking in mind,
trembling your heart ,making you blind

Every dawn, bringing a hope,
from abyss of loses ,a drop of scope

Struggling ,fighting and praying to thou,
Be damned this world,where can't see thou,

Hopeless is world ,endless the pain,
where survival is goal and money the game


So........,its just a mixture of creepy and cheepy thoughts which don'tlet u see what is told and that's the purpose!!!!!

something cool!!

Well, I across this poem while surfing through the net .

It's lovely..




Hope It hovers in dark corners before the lights are turned on, it shakes sleep from its eyes and drops from mushroom gills, it explodes in the starry heads of dandelions turned sages, it sticks to the wings of green angels that sail from the tops of maples. It sprouts in each occluded eye of the many-eyed potato, it lives in each earthworm segment surviving cruelty, it is the motion that runs the tail of a dog, it is the mouth that inflates the lungs of the child that has just been born. It is the singular gift we cannot destroy in ourselves, the argument that refutes death, the genius that invents the future, all we know of God. It is the serum which makes us swear not to betray one another; it is in this poem, trying to speak. Lisel Mueller