CONFESSION

I confess , I love you , but today
couldn't say when i had to say
u were so near , but so far
so here I am with this scar
u wouldn't let me sleep, and things are the same
my passion still wild , hard to tame
i 'missed' u and still miss
your unknown lover, without the bliss.........
lalit singh bhakuni
http://drvirus001.blogspot.com/

love story

Remembering of the time, and ur lovely touch
that silence between , that said so much
Every moment ,like i was in heaven
u and me , soul but one
don't know the reason , y you are away
hoping we'll b together , perhaps some day
my tears still tell me , something went wrong
Every time i listen to your fav. song
u left but some where in my heart
i know its not the end,just the start
wish i could forget u , i thought and cried
but how can i plan such a suicide?
was there something i said? i still wonder
my biggest regret . a blunder
hope you will be back, every passing day
and realize i just said , as i always say
don't know for how long i can bear this pain
as this deep void in my heart , makes me insane.
Will u come back If i say SORRY?
or this will be another heart breaking story?
..........
lalit singh bhakuni
http://drvirus001.blogspot.com/

I LOVE MY INDIA

India no doubt a great nation

unknown happens ,beyond imagination

u might think iam a patriot

hold on for a sec,u might change ur thought

Biggest Democracy, the govt. is cool

Left Right center , opposition has a rule

if their is a bill,their will be opposition

right or wrong ,who cares about situation

Protector may molest U

Your servent might kill u

and oh!! justice takes its time,

10-20 years ….may b more

terrorist,muderer , or a part time Chor

Executive is in Intensive care

and medicine wont work here

Y? ….come on give me a break

dont you know most items in market are Fake

People protest , half of them don’t know y

politicians always happy,but a common man just cry….

govt babus are too hard working , its TRUE

cause the not only work on, but under the table too.

COPY PASTE AND JUGAD ….u know what i mean

BUT BHAI ALL IS WELL,AS LONG AS ITS UNSEEN……………..

LALIT SINGH BHAKUNI

ADDICTED

NOTE:: every thing referred here is fictional and resemblance to any living or dead is Pure coincidence.

Addicted::

it all begins with Firefox
and it ends there too
this is a simple story
of people like me and u

@256 kbps , story got slow pace
so lets start this with Myspace
nothing new , just a comment on my pic
Lonely update , made me sick
i got out with unhappy look
& here iam on my Facebook

WOW it brought back the smile
a friend request from the land of Nile
messages,comments , from friends
it took long then it ends

Orkut is my current destination
waiting......................its a slow connection
hi how are u?---- a new scrape
iam good how about u and what'up??
Thought my profile pic needs a change
it Looked good, now its strange
Yes!! now it looks better
..enough of orkut, Time for Twitter

bit of naustalgic feel.......
No Post man, only Messenger.................YAHOO!!!!
The speed of light.......WOW!!
Good old days and that snail
anyways, lets move on .....Gmail
GOD!!!! SPAM !! in my spambox
There.... Deleted.........now Inbox
Got an invitation to join a Site
Then i thought,I joined Last night

Iam TIRED....., need Youtube break
a few funny videos is all it takes
................................................
Refreshed , here iam Chatting
Side by side THIS POEM ...Editing

Finally:
Destination after Destination Time to SHUT DOWN
A BUSY day as it was, need to lie down
Here i SIGN OFF...........BUT WAIT
my BLOG ON BLOGSPOT NEEDS AN UPDATE

BY: lalit singh bhakuni
drvirus001@gmail.com

THE SLIPPING TIME

THE SLIPPING TIME

No one has time for others
not even for their near and dears
every one is in haste
every one is in satiate
no one has something called time
life has become a song without rime

every one has forgotten water's rippling sound
all we hear is computers 3d sound
we never have time to gaze night sky
never have time to notice twinkling firefly

artificial life is what we are living
love , relations are what we are loosing
we go to bed in a dismay
with a lot of tensions we start our day
the days we think are tomorrow s
counting only our sorrows

enjoy every moment of life
'cause it wont come again
life is to live to fullest
not to earn money and rest
dont take it so fast
'cause worries are endless and time won't last

Fading Memories

Fading memories
(another of my school time poem)

I remember those days
when i used to play with my friends
with water , on hills and on muddy lands
we were not abide by any rule
neither at home , nor at school
we used to play so many games
and use to call our friends ,
with so strange names
things we did were out of logic
even a fire fly was some kind of magic
Sunday was the day we used to wait
'cause that day we didn't have to see the grim school gate
we had no tensions of exams
'cause answers were written on our palms
we used to run after butterflies
defended our self from elders , with sweet lies
no lust greed, jealousy or hunger for fame
for us every one was equal and same
ah..
but now days have changed
i wish those days could be regained.........

THE RUSH-a poem i wrote when i was in 9th standard

As i lay down , on my bed
i get a crawling feeling , a strange dread
as dark descends, the rush begins
hundreds hungry eyes and their
kith and kins

their up hill journey starts , as i dream
every thing funny, as it seems
silently they come , as iam away
hundreds little creatures and one i lay

sustaining so many lives , i don't feel proud
donating my blood to the laziest crowd
some satisfied,becomes hail and hearty
still some striken with poverty

as morning arises, the rush calms down
some retreating guests , i see and frown
strange and funny a bed bugs life
eat and sleep no fuss no strife........

HOUSE WITHOUT A DOOR

It was clean sun lit sky
she saw it , looked a bit shy
as she came , and joined a moving queue
small dotted line , tinges of black hue
she was the one , my eyes decided to spy
failed in the first attempt i wouldn't lie

as she started her journey , i was behind
unaware , what's in her mind
spying so close , but she was unaware
James can't do that , i can truly swear
she kept her pace , no rest
as like others she was in the quest

i wasn't tired as i hadn't moved much
though she walked "miles" but was still in my touch
the way she took wasn't to easy
for every thing out grew and perhaps made her uneasy
finally covering miles, her quest ended
as she picked something, twice big then her own head
she was returning my eyes chasing too
small date it was , i didn't want to adieu

i wanted to block the way of her retreat
and put some sugar , asked her for a sweet treat
she didn't care , as if she was blind
every thing was invisible , only her destination
on her mind
i couldn't astray her, that was a surprise
after all i had given her, the "best-est" of the bribe
finally she entered the hole and i could not see her no more
she and her house ,the ant , ant hill---the house without door

Kind oR Blind

Have you ever eaten chicken or fish fry?
and heard some ones choked cry?
or ever cherished a bit of cooked meat
and tried to hear some ones painful bleats
No 'cause you want to satisfy your hunger
and need some ones flesh ,skin and even nails from finger

you need perfumes,make of musk
and articles made of tusks
you need good quality leather
and birds with colorful and bright feathers
you are a killer but never go jail
even if you go , you easily get bail

Ever saw animals taking over loaded carts
and tried to notice there bleeding parts
you feel good to see zoo full of animals
but never try to notice heir freedom less yells

just 'cause you don't have any compassion
'cause you can kill just for fashion
they can't tell their pains and you can't see
so who are animals They or WE?