Alex's . . .

It's about the food ain't it? The ultimate survival kit! You eat; you live; Sans food, No Life! You dine from that hotel. You love the food, You tell your neighbors, That (only)hotel(that) serves great food! You have been taught! You should eat this! You should not eat like that! Sin this and You are doomed that! It's all about the food stupid! Hell!There's no Cupid! What's in a hotel? All plates are sacred!! Christians, Muslims & Hindus and, The mortal holy ones,surviving on man's aids, Pray to your God for us,mankind! Live and let others live ! There's no consceince like Animals; We need a Judiciary system! We are bad only by how much they know! We get punished only by how much of it is proved! We all know how to live! We all know the right way to live! Even if there's a modicum of virtue, We will live and let others live!

                   Guilt-The enemy within . . .  Culpable soul purloin pardon From the convicted(innocent) mind; Enervates,un-aware of the panacea; Burr under the saddle was his own heart Obvious peril's an apparent mirage; Obdurate mind extenuates insouciantly. Slef-destructs till hopes laid to waste, Leads self down the garden path.  Every guilty man is his own hangman!!                               - Lucius Annaeus Seneca

  All the sea shore’s also an ocean, Waves of emotions rises n falls, Never ceasing and never is ending, In every human and between them. Friendship,affection,indulgence, Love,lovesickness,pangs, Lust,envy,ogles, Waves of emotions rises n falls. Moon residing in the Ivory tower, Breaking solitude frequents only the sea, But never the seashore because No greed,no deceit,no tiff!

From childhood’s hour I have not been As most were;I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. —Edgar Alan Poe In the pic: My new bike Schwinn Searcher 4(2013)

She's a diaphanous whelp, Whelped by the unservile woman,time, To her opulent master,Cricket: One among a muckle of whelps! Most her friends are his bete-noire. But he loves her,She knows. It's to her,commiseration! She's to  him(mind),Comfort . Indigence!He needs her,She knows. Benevolence!Forever to stay,She yearns. Arcane Creator concealed 'How',she rues. All die over time!But not all memories torment.

Nations have passed away and left no traces, And History gives the naked cause of it-- One single, simple reason in all cases; They fell because their people were not fit. Now, though our Body be mis-shapen, blind, Lame, feverish, lacking substance, power or skill, This is the Law which every law embraces- Be fit--be fit! for Honour's sake be fit. Let clear conscience rule us, In heart and mind be truth, And let's create more reasons to feel proud, Proud of our heritage..our Nation!! HARK!!The whole nation is waking up, Let new leaders arise and lead.And remember; Boys and girls, men,women and kids-- Be fit -- be fit! And once again, be fit!                                            --Added to Rudyard Kipling's poem

Decorated Lines— An antidote for the pangs of a celebrity crush! My heart is turn’d to stone, And while ‘tis mine, It shall b stony! For I could ill afford, More,again a crush, Least,my (life’s) crew’s jest. (Added to the lines by Shakespeare)

In the Universal court of nature was it decided? On these gorgeous Flowers’ appeal to adorn Mother Nature? Or Is it a commandment of their creator to them? A gesture by the Bees for the food they feed? Or is it the flowers’ charm that enamour them? May we ever know,will she(flower) ever talk … Pollination-a natural justice or divine intervention? Nature,the universal queen,in person we know not.. But costs not a penny to be amazed by her and fall in love…Enjoy Nature!

It was a routine flight for the bird until it felt odd, There was excessive snoopiness everywhere, The Hills,Seas,Rocks,Winds everyone was curious, Everyone was ogling the Moon while the sea capering the Rocks quipped, Oh!Can She(Moon) look any more gorgeous than this? Ya,She look damn sexy(horny)? exclaimed! the rock. Winds passing by heard them and said to the hills I tried to peep unbecomingly,am sure Its an amatory affair... Oh,Whom is she romancing?should be an one night stand said the hills. Wind retorted, it wasnt apparent,but she seemed to be peaceful and calm Who knows,She might be in love.And Wind continued in jest Whatever,Its going to rain Somewhere tonight. They all laughed as the bird still watched under the full moon light, So the night was spent...they all had their stories.. But No one knew Whom the Moon was romancing. . . Would remain the biggest secret of the full moon day. Or would it?Why is the bird laughing? Did it see...

(A very short poem on Roorkee's weather) Before i could get used to the extreme humidity, This sudden deluge has doused me so bad That for those sunny days I prayed(asked)... Loud and crystal clear the response was... Welcome to Roorkee said its weather God, After warning me abt the rough winter,coming soon :)

An occasional inspiration...A new poem... Location:Sitting on the park bench Closer to death we are with every passing day, Just like the distance falling between us now, Even as I am gazing,for she is falling now... And I decided to break the silence between us... How tough was the Sun's ogling in summer?No repartee... Or was the numbness hard in winter?I continued.. How strong were the wind trying to sequester you? Or burdensome was it when the rain drops sat on u? And all (these) times you subsist only to fall On a overcast day when in its shelter Hides the cruel sun,while the wind rests on the clouds? Deign to answer,wont ye?ye sweet,peaceful leaves(souls)....

Musing over the scene at my window, Gliding blithely,my predilection (for them) I admit, But Lying am I?I am not jealous. For eon i can enjoy them, And their insouciance appeals every time (Lying am I?)But I am not jealous. Fecundating the barren,bringing hilarity to the scores, scenting the air out of nothing like a magician, Still am I lying,Am I jealous? Under the aegis of no one and never being adjured, They go any where they please,taking any shape And I wonder,Am I jealous? What an effortless cruise it might have been, As they fall blithely from the acme(of clouds), Again I wonder,Why not I be jealous? No woes,No pain,No grief, No course,No mission,nothing Now I wonder,if I am jealous? For I wish I were like you, You carefree rain drops,truly blessed to bless And now you know why i am jealous. I know well life is no fairy tale and even more so The adage,no rose without thorns,But this I sincerely wish that The scene at my window was real.

We met again now And I wish she knew how She made me feel cold With feelings I never knew I had Seeing her leave I feel so bald Ah how i wish I had told... Helpless for i am caught up in sea, Depth I know not though i could see, Its clear,the destination and the course, But its getting heavy the pain,hunger and remorse, That my eyeballs hide which you know not neither he, Ah how I wish she was here to share... A movie like my life goes,an unfortunate sad one, So unfair yet no one to complain and I, I cry in vain (am not a hero) just let me live. I feel I never belong here Like odd one out living here and there, Ah how I wish someone knew what it is like to be ME! Note:This is just another simple poem off the top of my head.Resemblance to anyone is purely/merely a coincidence and any inconvinence is regretted!Thanks :)