Why+ How+ What= Dimaag Ki Dahi

Not some isolated incidents but almost every second person I’m coming across is leading this way of life and I am just wondering…

WHY???

Why are people leading such type of life? Why is no one holding the strings which are meant for lifetime and desire of holding them is also nowhere? Why is it acceptable for them in their minds, but only for themselves? Why is it like having sandwich in breakfast, burger in lunch and pizza in dinner, and sometimes bites of more than one in a single meal? Why “Chhoo Kar Mere Mann Ko…” being totally replaced by “Kabhi Mere Saath Ek…”? Balance, no doubt, is, important, but still balance is needed.

HOW???

One, two, three…… eight, nine, …… how many counts will be considered enough? Or, is this the new social norm that the number at one same time should be atleast equal to the number of Sim cards one is holding? Come on! Either the limit can be one or it will be, then, none.

Meri Maa Paaro Thee . . . (My mum was Paaro)

Disclaimer: This is completely a work of fiction.

Yes, she was. Paaro of Dev. Paaro, a messed up and ignored character in the literature, the inauthentic n unresolved literature. I lived with her, she was real, I know. She was my mother.

Till where have u seen her, till the death of Mr. Devdas? or in latest case, cleaning room of Mr.Dev-D. It’s all one and the same thing. But I don’t think u REALLY know her…then let me tell u, as I loved her.

She was a beautiful person.

Why did I?

Why did I let you in,

I knew better.

You wanted me to fall;

Well, now I'm fallin' apart.

I Need

I need to eat and I need to drink
I need to sleep and I want to think

I want a home and I need a nest

I want a bed and I need to rest

Because I Have

Have you ever had that feeling,

that everything is wrong.

That no matter how hard you try,

You will never belong.

You, Me and All That Doesn't Matter To You

They say, "How many roads must a man walk down 

before you can call him a man?"

I say, "Why are you fucking making me a clown, 

can't you let me remain sane?"

I cut the jungle, made a road, 

You dig a pot hole, kill me, 

didn't buried me and made me a ghost.