Still A Virgin

After waiting for ages she met

A person of a real good heart

Whose first sight ignited in her

Dream of a wishful life to start

A life where felicity exults itself

And With wings it proceeds to fly

Where sorrow is nothing but zilch

And where rue learns to rejoice

Unlike her life which was full of

Loads of grief, sorrow and regret

Her new life was flooded with joy

Happiness, love and lots of delight

The life she used to live in dreams

She thought was in front of her now

Burying the pitiful time of her life

She went far away into his arms

The moonlit night and the gentle wind

And two immature with thirst of love

Made the backdrop go such amorous

That the dove and kea began to spy

The girl with a hypnotic flesh and form

With a desirous and brawny boy

Turned frantic and began to drive

Closer by heart and by intimate desire

Fondled with a gentle touch of him

As if the snow leaves the sky

Kisses and caresses is what she got

For what her life used to strive

Touched her dorsum and rubbed her lips

Drove her mad with a gentle kiss

Desired enough to make love to her

Seemed if being intimate is a blissful bliss

Not centuries he spent with her

Lived together for just one night

But that night was when they made

Love together a million times

Of a sudden the sun fell on her

Closed eyes now began to roll

Feeling bewildered, fuzzy and obscured

Hard to gestate what’s on the toll?

Was looking around in a jubilant way

Found nothing new and nothing dear

She then realized the same old life

Which she lived a zillion times

Checked around and checked her puff

To find that boy with the real good heart

Found nothing but a hapless room

With rugged chairs and broken beds

Was hard to believe it was just a dream

As the felicity just faded away

Checked herself with a hope-full heart

Seeking witness of the love she made

Soon enough she came to know

The bitter truth that made her twirl

She now found the truth of her life

After doing much, she was STILL A VIRGIN

Life as a poor man

Dear readers,

Tried a lot to fix the starting four lines of this poem but all in vain. Wrote this poem on 6th November 2011 and finally had to publish it without altering the first few lines. If someone can write those line better do help me then. :)

With regards
Bhatt Aaqib.

I was born in a room; was it a room or some shed?
I grew up in the same; my bowl was made of mud.
That food made me weak; it made me one of a stud.
Studs face the rain which brings in the flood
Either work for the master or get killed by a slayer
Of an old frail man, my looks had a glare
The old man in me, used to walk with a swagger
The strut wasn’t showy but to strike chief for labor
Work and get food or survive through the prayer
We don’t breed the waif even if there’s mayhem
This has been the slogan of the rich men from ages
Forlorn men of past doesn’t even fill the history pages
The world ain’t my own and my life has been forfeited
For that crime of mine, which I haven’t perpetrated.

Come let's cry

O’ little boy,

Come to me

With your story

With your dreams

With those moments

 When You cried for them

And those hopes

You had till the end.

O’ pretty girl

Come to me

With those promises

That made you dream

With those tears

That rolled down the eyes

With those smiles

That flew to the sky.

O’ vexed lady

Come to me

With that kid

Who died afore dawn

With your man

Who did not care

And with the other lady

That you can’t bare

O’ strained man

Come to me

With all problems

Even if they are bleak

With those worries

That made you weak

And that woe

Which world can’t see

O’ everybody

Come to me

Neither in a hope

Of making things fine

Nor with a wish

Of being gratified

Come for the thing

Which no one desires

Let’s get together

Come let’s cry.

United We'll Live

Before the storm suppresses the spirits

Ice-clogged tones begin to rebel

Sound of apostate heart starts to crush

Mourns for love in an abundant lush

Against the hale, shrieks reached the sky

Gambling for the most poignant words

Until the words started to flow

Lifting the hearts all over and above

Inside the soul they felt like an obelisk

Looking for an endearing person to tell

Opting for a lovely ravisher it went

Venerating to evince together life to spent

Enounced the words with zeal at last

Yelling like an aspired eagle in the sky

Over and again it enunciated with fend

United we’ll live and will love till the end

Eid now and then

As I sit here in my closet my thoughts wander into the time when Eid was not merely a holiday but signified an exuberant occasion. A day which used to bring a splendid smile on everyone’s face and filled the hearts with unrestrained joy. But somehow this auspicious day had lost its charm- at least for me. Nowadays Eid is merely a day when my dining table is flooded with lots of delicacies but is surrounded by just a few members. Lunch over Eid over!

Earlier I used to wait for this day whole heartedly because it used to bring with it a message of love and a message of brotherhood. Those days Eid meant wearing new clothes to make yourself look like groom and then visiting your relatives in order to get a hefty sum of Eidi and not sitting in your room and writing a note. What a joy it used to bring when Mom, Dad and relatives slipped in a hundred rupee note each into my bosom and I was free to buy myself crackers and sweets. The noise of the crackers was like music to my ears and fireworks not only flamed the sky but also the living and enthusiastic child in me, that child which I used to be.

Now the flavor of Eid has been lost or perhaps it’s my taste buds which have forgot to sense the spice. Nowadays Eid comes with a message of solitude and social isolation. Relatives are the same but the heart is disinclined to see them. The Eidi has been enhanced to greater extents but gives less happiness. The sound of firecrackers, which was music to my ear, has become an intolerable noise. I still remember the barbeque stall where I used to spend the whole afternoon living the best of my life, making most of the little money which I had. Now my pockets are filled with currency but I don’t have anything to buy. The local barbeque stall is still there but now I don’t find it up to my status. Although the city has Café Robusta and CCD but the edifice is too far. Though we’ve got a car in reserve, there is no one to fill the adjacent seat.  The nearer pizza hut has a variety of pizza pie, from Italian to Indian and from parched to roasted, but hunger is less.

I want my life back! I want to dress myself up like I did before- Just like a groom. I want to wear the turban once again and fell the felicity which I am craving from a long time. Take away all my money and give me back those days when ten rupee note was enough to buy the happiness of whole world. I want to go back to the time when tears used to roll out on seeing the broken pieces of your favorite toy car, the time when mothers love was the most beautiful thing one could ever experience, the time when fairies were real and magic existed, the time when my father’s shoulder was the highest peak of the world, when my brother’s new toy made me jealous and when my sister was the first person to wish me happy Eid, the time when heart’s job was to pump blood only and my life was my own; the time when the world was as simple as it may be- just like me.

My thoughts : A bird of passage

Sitting near my desk

Thinking about my friends

Roving are my thoughts

Keep on roaming for hours

Nomadic thoughts of mind

Reached the days of school life

When the only thing you hated

Was your teachers cunning smile

Those fights with your mates

Coz they broke your chalk and slate

But those broken things of your

Were Better than the broken heart

Suddenly everyone is silent

Coz the teacher turned violent

But for us the noise of class

is better than the pop and rock

Since its lunch time of ours

We ought to chew the food in jaws

But we have nothing to eat

Coz we ate the food in class

Now The school's about to end

And we are waiting for the bell

Trinnn... trinnn...... Thrice!

And we move out like the wind

Then the sudden thud in room

And my thoughts are forced to gloom

Perhaps Mom's gonna enter

My hellacious study room

She passed a groovy smile

With a thought in her mind

Thar I'm studying for the test

But my god knows the best.

A sheer accident or an Intelligent creation?

Cosmology has always been something my heart feels comfortable with. The vastness of this scientific field with a touch of religion has become a soul mate of mine. Thanks to the book “Brief history of time” whose author Stephen hawking once used to be my inspiration but his recent polemic book, “Theory of everything” coerced me to write against him. His claim of nonexistence of God not only invites ridicule but helps in eliciting choler in theists as it spites their religious persuasions. Personally in my life he fell from a position of being next to Einstein to a person who has a tidy gen but lacks understanding. In this blog I’ll try to show that universe is not a result if accidental creation but was cleverly made by someone who wanted us to be here and wanted us to think why we are here.
          Science says universe was created at big bang and before creation it was nothing but a point. Some people fancy this as if they are looking at a point from outside, which is entirely wrong. Since we are part of universe so there is no way that we can go out of the point and look at it from distance. It could be understood by an example, imagine a balloon represents the point from which universe was created and we are trapped into the balloon, we can look anywhere in a balloon but not out of it and also imagine there is even no space outside balloon as space also belongs to the universe which is just a point before big bang. (Don’t try to imagine no space as it will sound absurd, which indeed it is but with a touch of divine hand this could be achieved).  Now this balloon exploded with tremendous energy. Matter within it starts spreading across the space which also got created by this explosion. Acc. To science this explosion resulted in the formation of galaxies planets and all heavenly bodies or simply a violent explosion resulted in the formation of organized and symmetric universe. Strange! Isn’t it? It’s like thinking an atomic bomb dropped in Sahara desert created a beautiful city or an explosion in twin towers brought them down and created a single much bigger tower. Imagine we throw various parts of an airplane from the buildings which assemble themselves on their own to form US air force’s F15 Eagle. Do you think that any of the above events are possible? It’s a thermodynamic law which states when things are left to themselves they get chaotic not organized.
          Science says universe was created from a point. When we ask them what did the point constitute? They say mass-energy. Where did this mass-energy come from? Sshhhh… they are silent. Dear science you yourself proposed the breakdown of one of the basic laws of nature that, “Matter can’t be created out of nothing” but look universe was created out of a single point. Yeah! It was created out of nothing.
          Now I just want to ask those who don’t believe in God and still believe that universe is a result of coincidence. Dear Atheists, how often have you seen a monkeys typing randomly on a typewriter coming up with Shakespeare’s sonnets? What would you think of my mental state if I’ll tell you that the concord of London city is a result of sheer accident? You’ll definitely think that the blogger has turned balmy. This is what God thinks of you when you say that universe, which is much beautiful much larger and much symmetric than your London city, was created by chance and its inhabitants the Homo sapiens and other trillions of living species were created by genetic mutation. Have you ever seen a hurricane making up a city? No? Then how can you possibly believe that genetic mutations, which results in a birth of paralyzed new born, resulted in the creation of an intelligent being like you like me who has potential to question the creation itself.
          Dear friends don’t believe on whatsoever you read. Go into your room sit down and think for a moment. Such a beautiful world with millions of living species each having their own identity, such big mountains, beauty of sunrise & sunset, moon coming out, winds blowing, rainbows, bird chirps, our talk, our understandings, OUR EXISTENCE, out off such a Brobdingnagian and vast universe just one planet; our earth supporting such delights and then face your eyes in the mirror and ask yourself. Is this a result of sheer coincidence? You’ll find the answer deep in your heart you’ll know that universe is not an accidental creation but it is created by someone who wants us here and who wants us to think why we are here.