Monday, 25 June 2007
Tuesday, 19 June 2007
One night at the bay
क्या ये सही नही होता,
कि तुम मेरे साथ ना होते,
मे जगाता नही पूरी रात
और तुम तारे ना गिनते
मेरे आगोश मे जो सोयी थी
वो मेरी नींद थी
जिसे हम तकते रहे रात भर
मैं परेशां था
और वो पुरकशिस नींद मे आहे भर रही
ये शेर नही उस वक़्त की छाप हेई
जो तान्हायियो मे मेरे साथ तुम्हारे दर से गुजरा था
तुम तो सोये रहे बे परवाह हो कर
फकत ये रहा साथ हमारे साये की तरहा
ये जो रत का पहर गुजरा है
ये तेरी यादो का तोहफा था,
अभी काटने हे कुछ और पहर
तेरी सदा के लिए
हम भी क्या खता
कर बैठे इस उमर मे ए दोस्त,
तुम तो तुम ना थे,
हमसे भी हमे छीन लिया।
जितना तड़प रहा हु तेरी इक सदा के लिए ए दोस्त
खुदा करे की तुज़े उसका कतरा भी ना हो नसीब
क्योकी हम जानते है कि
रात कैसे कतरा दर कतरा गुज़री है रकीब।
विल .........................
Posted by Vishal Kulkarni at 22:04 1 comments
Sunday, 17 June 2007
Love
Toils and turmoil all around
Happy with what you are
Just trying to explore once again
The within and the out so far
Not on the judgement's day
I think would I see
Whom I had loved
I have adored and deep
Give me thou mirror
The forest to forget self
Dense always as had been
Kneeling to thyself
Just a moment ago
A moment stole
Above the edges
Foreseen never before
Lots of joy to joy
But fake identity
I came like heavens bloom
Endless thoughts of entity
Might be I had flew
Away to the forest
With the rotten leaves
With the costumed hue.
Has it been you
Or thy shame sense
Or the sense that touched me
Bright sun over the fence
No it had been me
With myself over again
Just luring the lust
With nothing to vane
Empty is the cloud above
Rain drops had feel before
The sea gull touching each other
On the western sea shore
Posted by Vishal Kulkarni at 20:48 0 comments Labels: love life miracle inspiration calm
Dudes
Like the crumbling veins it flows
The bitch barks at the door
The kick hits like any moron
To put the damn thoughts on floor.
Mighty the sword
The gultons
All around shake furiously
To kill all the ends.
Seeking to itself
As I lay besides you
On the dew drop
That was cold to pursue.
Not all maids joined the crowd
Happy endings though
But still must stay calm
With agonies to follow.
Stage all set to devastate
Shatter the me
With full of rumors
Mind blows unbound always
Posted by Vishal Kulkarni at 01:16 0 comments
Saturday, 16 June 2007
The Day
11th June 2007
Surprised. The day was a bull shit. It just started like anything. But reached the office on time. But, it was all there in my mind, body, soul and the other being that stays within me.
Quite thankless to what i had done for him [lol got early] the day was hot like Owen. Who else to be blamed! the mind?
A sincere banda started his work on time, no intention to prove the world wrong. Things changed and changed but his little pig did not change for the last thousand years. Can't say why, but all changes touch him like a feather trying to break a granite.
No breakfast, no lunch, nothing. T T T T. C C C C
All bullshit. Getting over other that's it. pulling each others legs. Wanted to talk to someone but whom? Was there any? no not even a single in the world. Just alone. Alone is a synonym of loneliness [English experts beware of me keep away]
People around ---------------- sutta na mila............ ba....d .............
Not i nor you but god is the sole responsible for all. All that happens is because of him, explained me. I don't know why AT is getting crazy. Aimless wandering. Just fu...k off. Little tot a buddy a lovely person. What is he upto yar.
Lol buajee was cute when i saw her. Miss her yar. Good spirited but cant help yar. You kna its profession. Cant help it. Wanted her around, but nopes its profession. All helpless, god made us and he is creating us, making us, abolishing us. Explained the third.
Made of mud the ambiance was too dull,
Full of blood and the back of the mountain was hurt
The sun was gloomy, no that it had no light
But all that was on it was dirt.
Who else was to be blamed?
me, you or the evil spirit that haunts you
In the midnight of the lame moon that hides
Or the stars that burn red, yellow and blue?
i was there wondering all about you
running the sexy bugs that touched my forehead
with the notion of gloom and dullness
you ran away. where you mad?
Came back to this exquisite lounge. Too cosy too comfortable to comfort.
i hate this. I hate that, all hatred. Whats the fuc..ing love? who cares.
Closing on a dull note. lol i love that.
Words toppling over the head would set them tomorrow.
Posted by Vishal Kulkarni at 22:02 0 comments