Happy New Year 2017

4) Tribute-National Mathematics Day 22/12

1729, Fibonacci sequence verse.

3) Tribute-National Mathematics Day 22/12

1729, verse in Fibonacci sequence

2) Tribute-National Mathematics Day 22/12

112358, verse in Fibonacci sequence.

1)Tribute-National Mathematics Day 22/12

112358, verse in Fibonacci sequence, a new try!

Teri bheegi palkon se waqif hun main

Wo din raat yun bin wajah ladna
Khamosh nigahon se baatein karna
Kashmkash se bhari jhuki nazrein
Teri bheegi palkon se tab bhi waqif thi main...
Aaj tera kandhe par sar rakhke manana
Udaas mann chhupaye haste reh jana
Mila hai ek sukoon un saanson mein
Teri bheegi palkon se ab bhi waqif hun main...
Zindagi ka koi khel ho ya imtihaan
Sikhana uss besabr dil ko intezaar
Na chhodengi kabhi sath meri yaadein
Teri bheegi palkon se wo sada waqif rahein...

VK©

NorAd

Love that's not right!

Blissful ❤

"Just looking into your eyes,
My world cease to exist.
They are like a love maze,
& every moment is a bliss."

VK©
#Quote#Random#Logophilia#

Imperfect perfections!

This is love full of restrictions,
Yet with imperfect perfections..
Forehead frowns, deep enough
When unwillingly pushing me away..
Long lashes, magnetic enough
Holding me to stay..
Intense eyes, intimidating enough
To make me surrender..
Slender nose, strongly breathing enough
To pull me closer..
Raised cheek bones, right enough
To keep me smiling..
Smooth lips, soft enough
Careful to prevent hurting..
Slight husky voice, powerful enough
To make me lose it all.. 
Warm chest, perfectly shaped enough
To not let my head fall..
That beating heart, fast enough
To make mine skip a beat too..
Arms full of strength, tight grip enough
To not let me go..ever....
An honest soul, beautiful enough
For which I will fall again & again!
When love is full of restrictions,
Yet with imperfect perfections..
Feelings all true & bright
But you're wrong & the rest of the world is right.

Dim yellow lights!

That fear of impossible
The faith, that its possible
By force or by choice
That one decisive voice
The mind struggles with
When heart is against it
But we surrender to that
Invisible yet bleak moment 
Between blunder & mistake
Where everything feels right
In those dim yellow lights!

VK©

4️⃣ Aaj hai ye shayrana andaaz

Ek behta dariya, 
kuch ashqon se
Ek bada samandar, 
bhara mohabbat se
Ek kore kaagaz par, 
tumhe jab yaad kiya
Fir unhi hawaaon ko salaam, 
jo le gayi tum tak paigaam mera...

VK©

YOU

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'An oops' OR 'what if' ?

The moment when you gather all the courage

For a second all your fears are removed

Just to make that 'one' first move

That breeze which makes you shiver

You wish the wind to hold on a little longer

Motivating heart but brain begs to differ

Everything doesn't have a happy ending

Still you decide to jump off that cliff

The only reason you are thinking

An "oops" is better than a "what if"...

~VK©

4️⃣ The Telegraphic Tales

1️⃣ Collaboration

The Alarm !!!

2️⃣ The Telegraphic Tales

3️⃣ The Telegraphic Tales

4️⃣ LittleLoveLullaby

3️⃣ LittleLoveLullaby

1️⃣ The Telegraphic Tales

#Quote#

*Perfect-Strangers*

Finally I decided to visit my favourite coffee shop

Looking for a new story, struggling from writer's block.

I saw a stranger across the hall

So still, no movement at all.

Her face buried deep in the books

My eyes awaiting glimpses of her looks.

I took steps towards her, but to my despair

There she was sitting, on a wheelchair.

Poor young lady, in her early thirties

Her eyes seemed to have many stories.

Some untold, some ready to unfold

I listened dumbstruck, 

till my coffee turned cold.

A beautiful woman, inside and out

At the age of spring, she was facing drought. 

A lot can happen over a cup of coffee

Stranger I was, yet now framing her biography.

She wants to stay alive, through what I write

Giving me a fantastic tale every night.

She is very sick, with enduring pain all over

Says wants to die looking pretty, with a great makeover.

Often now, she starts feeling groggy

A strong soul, fighting in a weak body.

I meet her daily, over a cup of coffee

And I am writing her story very slow,

For I know if it completes soon,

She will lose the strength to keep going,

She will not have desires to live anymore.

Miracles do happen, with her we know they won't

Keeping her cheerful, she calls me her only hope.

Life has a strange way of giving opportunity,

She was the one in search of eternity.

And I was a wanderer on a lonely shore,

She came into my life as a mighty saviour.

2️⃣ Coffee table thoughts

1️⃣ Coffee table thoughts

What is it about the bus rides? - Glimpses...

Summers or winters, have you ever enjoyed the morning bus rides? Is it some fantasy or curiosity I dont understand but even now everytime I catch an early morning bus say around 6-8am, I rush for the window seat. The air is very fresh at that hour, maybe because the vehicles haven't hit the roads with their smoke yet. Or maybe I like exploring the outside world while the bus travels from place to place.

Strange it is that, I actually prefer long rides in a bus, which normal people unlike me don't! I put on my favourite earphones (the red ones) with my favourite music and as I cross every new place I just observe, from the roadside 'dhabas' to the big city malls. On the way there are many sweet shops, but then that is what Kolkata is famous about, Right? Those cute children playing at the field, and the ones walking towards school with heavy bags on their backs, to them it is like a burden of the whole world, they have no idea how its going to feel when they are out of the school, entering into a dramatic college life and when they will be away from home.

As the songs are playing, flashes of memories strike my mind, some old fainting some old but still sharp & recallable, remembering people or moments linked to it, or that guy who sang for me. Yes, he did, in a public vehicle, "pehla nasha pehla khumaar", just for me, and no one actually stopped him because his voice was very melodious. Had he stayed with me for some more time, I would have fallen for him! There is also this another song "jaane tu ya jaane na" title track of the same movie, me and my best friend used to sing it all the time and relate ourselves with the characters, I was 'meow' and he was 'rats', this must be somewhat 10yrs ago, we are still together and counting though we didn't end up like its in the movie, but we are still happy and laughing at our childish behaviour.

I am not a miser, its not about the money also but yesterday I just walked 1.7Km to get to the main road only to take a bus instead of cab. I was exhausted but it felt good (maybe I lost some pounds, hahaha). The bus I boarded stopped in the traffic jam for quite a long while, and still my eyes kept looking here and there exploring, in search of something new, AND to my surprise I saw an "akhada" with many big-big hatte-katte pehelwans just wearing boxers, I laughed at myself wondering for this I left the cab but I was amazed to see how these pehelwans workout, God its tough!!! You know what even the busiest of the roads and traffic have their very own way of providing entertainment like today I saw, how at one side of the road there was a couple fighting, screaming at each other while on the other side, one newly wedded couple just snogging on the roadside with all those cosy PDA's.

I also saw an old lady standing outside a pricey saree shop, just staring, maybe she didn't have the money, or whatever but it gave me Goosebumps, I remembered my childhood, my parents started a life out of scratch, but never gave up on the struggle so they earned every bit of it. It gave me a thought, my mum must have also liked a saree someday somewhere which she couldn't buy or didn't tell papa about, due to financial crisis, but that was the past, now I felt stronger, working harder, earning well enough so that she just has to look at something, like it and it will be hers!

What is it about the bus rides, I am still comprehending, why have they become so exciting to me, is it because I never got this much freedom of travelling alone before, or am I finally becoming confident, trying to stand up on my own legs, Or maybe 'that one day' is the reason behind this race that I have joined in, the day when I asked him to get down the bus, and leave me, pain in eyes, both sides, but the tear glands turned dry, just as he got down the bus, I started getting up on my feet. He knows this, he wouldn't say it, but somewhere deep down he too is proud of me, and what I have become.

"C'est la vie"...Yet I know whenever I decide to halt, when I get tired or frustrated with everything, even if its for a little while, where will I want to go, there in the laps of my MaPa, to get the strength again, to run again & to be strong again because that's the only place where I find ALL my peace!

So I am ending this up asking you a question dear reader, do you have your own memories of riding in a bus? Or it may not be the bus, but something else which catches you by surprise every now and then with flashes of memories of the past.

3️⃣ Ab firse jab baarish hogi...

Ab firse jab baarish hogi
Un boondon ke bich kahin
Teri aahatein bhi sang hongi
Bheegne par kya fikar kya sochna
Jab sardi ka ilaaj apne saath hi hoga

Ab firse jab baarish hogi
Zameen par girte pani ke saath
Hawaon me humari deewangi judegi
Mitti ki khushboo jab rooh ko chhu legi
Keechad se latpat bhi khushi hi milegi

Ab firse jab baarish hogi
Jaise boondein milne par ek hoti
Waise humari saansein milengi
Ek hi dhun me hum do basenge
Ek hi pyaar me hum do sajenge

Ab firse jab baarish hogi
Ek tu ek main aur kuch dhadkane
Aur fir hum, sirf hum rahenge...

The sadist love!

C'mon go through my face,
Agonized by this silence.
Just look into my eyes,
For the hunger it hides.
Once closer, hold my waist,
Feel my body shiver.
Now hold my angry hands,
Eager to grab your collar.
Then check out my lips,
Waiting to touch yours.
See how I am resisting,
The animal that lies within.
Your intimidating power,
To which I want to surrender.
Come closer, don't be apart,
Just sense my racing heart.
Are you being a sadist, my love?
Taking pleasure of my situation.
You pass by me, smiling,
Embarking on bullet firing.
Baby you just have no clue,
What all I am going through.
I try forgetting you, time & again,
You won't let me, stubborn man.
Eventually I lose all my words,
Silly I behave, my bravery lost,
Half-when I search for you,
Completely, the moment I see you.
~VK©

The new beginnings (Part-3)

Some relationships are "COINCIDENTAL". This one needed more words than just a poem.

She was one simple girl, crazy within and lively outside. He was one shy guy, passionate within but calm and composed on the outside, as if there was a sea within him, the waves of which only he could hear. Time and again they would sit together at lectures, making small talks leading to no where, but they both were very observant about every word the other said. Perhaps their minds were already connected, only matter of time for them to realise.
2 A.M. one cold night, cold because it had been raining a lot, lying on the bed though miles away from each other, both sleepless and full of thoughts. She kept her phone silent, suddenly her screen became bright, there was a text message! Even with closed eyes she knew it was her phone, she checked the message and his name flashed on the screen. Bewildered and confused, for a while she was lost, conscious yet unconscious. She tried being casual asking him how he got her contact and why was he texting at this hour? He tried being smart saying from a mutual friend and that he had a doubt about a topic of the class. Slightly their cheeks lifted, his right and her left. It was slowly turning into a saga, there was always "this" urge of talking to each other though they would never talk anything else but class topics.
One day she came out of a store, someone grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall. It was HIM, both breathing heavily, as he exhaled she inhaled and vice versa. She could feel her heart pounding with gush of emotions, her hands trembled to push him away because she didnt want to. His arms were tight around her waist, he was close, very close, hardly few milimetres apart. His nose smelling her hair, made her bite her lip, but he was resisting himself so hard, controlling the animal inside him for he didn't want to scare her away. He seemed perplexed about what was she doing near his home, is she a stalker? he wondered. But she wasnt, it was just a mere coincidence, and she ran away from there not looking back again.
Like I said, some relationships are coincidental. Even after no contact for months, they met again, accidentally ofcourse, at a dancing festival in the rain! He didn't ask for permission, just held her with some strength as if she belonged to him, taking her to the dance floor and she automatically started dancing to his tunes. There were noises of whistling, clappings, cheers but none of them reaching their ears. Except for the contact (which they actually never used for anything but only class doubts), the only thing they knew about each other were the EMOTIONS. How her smile worked as a magic fire melting his heart, how his touch gave her a shivering down the spine, how her shining eyes gave him the most beautiful light of his life and how his voice always found its way to her soul.
Now how would you feel if I tell you, all of this is real? No fiction, they are still bumping into each other by mere coincidences of their fates and that they are actually loving it, testing their luck, more and more, day by day, waiting for "THAT" one day when they finally decide to be together forever and share their FIRST KISS!!!

The new beginnings (Part-2)

Days after, they met again

So sudden, purely coincidental 

In the lobby, bumping into each other

Ohh he held her, being so gentle

Though his touch made her shiver

Yet innocently she smiled

Staring into his eyes

He stopped as well for a while

Then in a hurry, again it was goodbyes

Words still could not be exchanged

She went away too, angry at herself

Why every time their lips get sealed?

Finally they were all alone

They had a chance for themselves

He too walked away blaming the time

Missing a perfect chance to pick up a line

They both missed it so bad

Still having no idea

Both are anxious, both felt sad...

The new beginnings...

...No seat, he damned the lecture hall
Ohh there, catching her inquisitive eyes
Everything was forgotten, nothing to recall
Instantly approached, sat beside her
Both unaware, what did just happen there 
Over the time exchanging sheepish smiles
And hand rest fights
That overruling shyness
Awkwardness converting to an amiable silence
Making small talks was quite an art
As they craved each other's attention
Wishing for at least a tiny start...

Jamie's hungry love!❤️

As I climbed up the stairs
Anxiously, waiting for me
There, his hungry eyes 
Just staring me, only me!
I knew what he was upto
Scared I was, it was so late
Time for some payback
Visible in his dark eyes!
Trembling all the way
Till I entered the room 
How to make up for it?
I struggled in my thoughts!
Is it love? Or he wants more
My heart beating faster
And mind was all blocked
Think harder, I told myself!
Angry, he came closer slowly
Suddenly I ran towards the fridge
Remembering the left over chicken
Delighted with joy, he ate it all
Now I kept staring him, only him!

Love has no bounds😊
~VK© 

2️⃣ LittleLoveLullaby

His voice into my ears

He had no clue

Times I fell in love 

Listening to his songs too.

So I read to him

Every word I had written

Staring into his eyes

Falling in love 'again'

Like a baby he adorably listened!

One Journey Lived Twice!

Twice, they actually met

The first time, introduced

Having a circle of friends

Second when one's eyes

Captivated by the other's 

No more meetings demanded!

Twice, there was intoxication 

First, when he selected formals

Wore the tux with a red tie

Second, when she appeared

Wearing same color saree

The attire, he just dreamed about!

Twice, everything was perfect

First, when they moved on

And left their past behind 

Second, over the future

Present was chosen

It was all so beautifully right!

Twice, were they happiest

First, in the ceremony

Which bound them together

Second, when they shared it

By bringing into the world

Two adorable new lives!

Twice, they were rebellious

First, when they had convinced

Two familes to accept them

Second, when they fought

To fulfill all the wishes, dreams

Their children ever saw!

Twice, felt their true love  

First, time he lively sang

As she danced to his tunes

And the last time,

Alongwith pain & despair

When one had to pull the plug off!

~VK©

1️⃣ LittleLoveLullaby

*Maybe it's not about the happy ending, maybe it's about the story.
And they are really happy with their respective ones...*

...Their love was eternal
Far away, yet together 
'One' stayed as a character,
In all the books written
'Other' hidden forever
In the lyrics of the songs...

#There are love stories
Both sided, but either
Things don't work out or
Those "two" remain unaware 
& then there are friends 
Good ones, who either
Try to get them along or
Narrate their story in the future!#

2️⃣ Aaj mera shayari mood😃

Gharwalon ka mashwara tha
Dono mile, jaan pehchaan karlen
Par uss pehli mulaqaat ki sadaqat
Aankhein kya ladi, haya hi kho gayi
Hawa me dilkashi si chhaayi
Dono ki nigaahein jab takrayi
Wo jo ab tak bhaag raha tha 
Na chahte hue unme kaid ho gya
Aur jiske pas mauka tha
Wo chahkar bhi faraar na ho saki
Wafa toh do tarfa honi hi thi
Par wo mohabbat hi kya
Jisme koi ilhaam na ho
Ab teen dafa khane ka shauk kahan
Jo roza rakhke iftaar me tha maza 
Ishq se badhkar junoon tha sawaar
Insaan nhi, khuda ki razamandi thi unpar
Ek taraf janaab khayalon me mashroof 
Rehte the bekhabar iss qadar
Wo uski khushboo thi
Ya uski aqeedat, jo jaan lene lagi
Dusri aur wo dua karti rahi
Usse ab mile wahi, aur koi nahi
Apni hadd se wakif the dono
Faasley kam hone lage
Par jo bhi tha unke darmiyaan
Sab kuch ek daayre me
Qasoor kisi ka nahi, apne sapne
Khud jeene ki khwahish rakhte the
Bas duniya ke rasmo rivaazon me
Unse ho gya tha gunaah jaise
Itni shiddat dekhkar hui sabko hairani
Aur logon ko manzoor nahi hua
Isliye wo bhi bankar reh gaye ek kahani...

Their First...

With my fragile heart, don't you play
Oh dear, love me some shades of grey..
A dark abyss, endless night
Everything was perfect, beautifully right
Watching her smile he realised now
She was more adorable, on the left somehow
His lips lied but the only thing he wished,
Stare those cute dimples & mesmerising eyes
Unaware he was, she struggled as well
Difficult to hide, feelings she could not tell
How much she resisted his scent 
Every time the wind blew
His breath, passionate voice into her ears
For it made her heart skip a beat or two!
With my fragile heart, don't you play
Oh dear, just love me some shades of grey..
Slightly through the curtains, daylight seeped in
With a new beginning, bright morning came
In their minds both wondering the same
No touching, it was their first night together
Yet the two hearts connected forever!

Weird Friendships...

Together or not, till the very end
Where we never forget that friend 
Who spoke behind our back
But never lied to our face
Made fun of everything 
Still cried along, helping find solace
Though blaming all the failures
Standing proud during the achievements
Leaving behind so many times
Comes back crawling to make amends
Not present on our happiest day
But there, before our eyes give tears their way
At night making us lose hope
Morning, first one to boost in the confidence 
Forcing into the first alcohol experience someday 
Next day gives lecture on forbiddance
No where around when we fall in love
Still cheering us up during break ups
Yes we all have such weird friendships
Matter of time to realise
And hold on to them
Cherishing as life's bizarre prize!

1️⃣ Aaj mera shayari mood😃

Kuch ankahe se lafz
Hothon par hain ruke
Waqt badal raha hai 
Kuch wahin tham gaye
Wo ajnabi si ek kashish
Jo hai unke darmiyaan
Waqif hote hue bhi
Ban rahe hain anjaan 
Jo faasley hain bhad rahe
Khamoshi me tabdeel na ho
Khuddari me is qadar mashruf
Ke fir yaadein bhi naseeb na ho...

As strangers we met, as strangers we left!

I woke up early that day though I actually never slept through the night. But it was going to be a hectic one, I had a train to catch in the noon and it was raining outside, heavily, umbrella was of no use so I was wondering to self, I would be spared if only the cab could pick me up from my hostel room not even the gate!

After going through the jamming streets of Kolkata (the city I love actually) I reached the station, with drenched clothes, exhaustively heavy luggage and then finally to my train. There, my angry face came out, furious at my brother for the seats he had booked, in 3AC coach that too side upper! The seat I hated the most (then), actually I already knew, but we are humans bound to overreact at times. I brought my laptop fully charged, carried an extra cell phone in case my lumia battery dies, lets just say I was fully prepared, yet I was sure it was some kind of revenge from him, on top of it came my co-passenger allotted the lower birth. A young man(Mr. X for later references), in his early 30's with a ring in his hand so definitely married, I sighed because I was wondering to lure him into exchanging the seats. I prefer lower seats, it's not that I can't climb up but I stumble so don't feel like becoming a clown for people to laugh at. (Hide that grin I know you want to laugh too).

I am a talker though not with strangers but Mr. X suddenly started talking and to my surprise that conversation we had led to some deep meaningful talks. Our neighbours joined us as well. A politician travelling along giving his high value lectures was interrupted too by Mr. X with a question..Do you like black colour? Everyone replied with a YES! I myself added black is a dominating colour. To which his next question came..Do you like black complexion? Well..to be honest even I took a pause before answering, leave the rest. I was not about the colour but simply how do people really think.
Next he picked up a topic about NaMo (Ab ki baar, Modi sarkaar) how he his doing brilliant work and would flourish one day. Just as I was about to put on my earphones to leave the discussion he stopped me, I told him I am not a politics fan. To which he scolded me, YES, literally scolded, he said most of the people are living the definition of 'I Me Myself' no one wants to talk about 'Our We Us', if the youth won't take interest in such matters how does one expect India to become a developed nation, after all it's for the betterment of "Our" country. He mentioned a statement Modi Ji quoted..If you ask someone about that story of a glass half-full/half-empty, you can differentiate between an optimist & a pessimist, but he added a point to it, that the glass is completely full..half with water and half with moisture or air. We all need to have such positive approach in our lives, good hopes and faith!

We had a lot of talks that day if I start thinking deep I won't stop typing. Personally, I myself realised something that day..its easy to blame others but one doesn’t think to improve self or take up a stand for something he needs a change for, and if you think hard 'It's True'...
Slowly the train came to a halt, that was it, We both met as strangers, no details exchanged but only words. Words which meant a lot and on completing our 21hr journey (including approx 16hrs of conversations) We again left as strangers...

When we have to choose...

There are times in our lives when we have to choose, maybe between someone or a decision has to be made, what do we do then, how do we think?? Should one opt looking for benefit? Or should one sacrifice? Or should one try to be wise, harsh but still wise, keeping little bit of the future in mind and decide. Finally decide!  A short verse below...

Everyday was splendid until the fall came
Suddenly to them she was a trophy of fame
Both quarrelling, She will be mine!
She being righteous, at the same time
Lost her true love & best friend
Those silent tears & broken hearts never met amends!