# I’m sorry
I’m sorry guys that I don’t believe any women are as equal as men.
I’m sorry cause in my notion women are better than men.
I’m sorry guys that woman should be in the kitchen cooking.
I’m sorry guys cause in my notion woman should be in kitchen with his man.
I’m sorry guys that woman never go out for jobs wearing short dress.
I’m sorry guys cause most of the guys still judge woman by size of her skirt than her brain.
I’m sorry guys that woman only meant her life to serve his man and bore a boy child.
I’m sorry guys that I lived in this world being a man not understanding woman.
I’m sorry guys that I live in man dominated world where women are just slave of demands by men.
I’m sorry guys cause I’m neither misogynist or chauvinist.
a post dedicated to all the lovely ladies out their who took a bitter sip of misogynist men but still not giving up hope, prove them wrong by their hard work and dedication.
I feel I am noone
Do I feel what am I
Something miss I could
something get I from world
Something forget I learnt
but satisfication I paid to get success
Destiny is there to reach somewhere
Dream is there to know destiny
work is there to fulfill dream
Destiny is there to do work
I love somebody what i don’t know
I scare am I so jerk
I lost my innocence when know I do
to get somebody I get my dreams
I left my sleep to know somebody
I pretend I am cool am I
But I lost temper in every silly matter
I am in the place where I not there
The place which I prefer not exist
There is always somewhere where I’ve been in past
I prefer I don’t want to share my feelings
But there I forget what I prefer
My love is myself where do I lost
Mine is a hard but soft inside
I don’t want to care what others think
But I really do care what they think
Maybe this is something I can’t control ,
to not to stop my flow of feelings,
the world is not enough to stay rustle
which I can’t explain and I can’t show
This is the end of the world
In what I see
But there is no end in the world
In what I don’t see
In the stormy dreadful night, the Baby had born in the jail. Baby was travelling towards Mathura with his dad. A huge river Yamuna stopped that baby’s way but the baby split Yamuna in two parts with his magical power and took 5 headed snake for his roof to stay protected from the stormy rain. I don’t think that baby needs any introduction. Eighth avatar of Vishnu God Mr. Krishna Vasudev Yadav, he took a birth to `free earth from evil, he was friend of humanity and enemy of devil. He is also a preacher of most selling book in India ‘ The Bhagvadgita‘, but unfortunately no one reads it. From my sources he is writing sequel of his book so we need to stay tune with his new activities on www.kanudo.natkhat.in
What can I say about his greatness, once Krishna had a conflict with God Varuna so god Varuna started heavy rain in Vrindavan .But as we know Mr. Krishna Vasudev Yadav the naughtiest boy in the world. He pulled up Mr. Govardhana mountain on his pinky and started playing flute by other hand. All Gopis started doing Garba when he plays with his flute. He flirts with every Gopi, but in his heart there is special place for only one and only Radha, who is older than him still they are the perfect couple in the world. They don’t need to go to perfect couple competitions. On his birthday, obviously ‘Janmastami’. On the holy day of janmashtami we make pyramids to break Matukis. Then what we eat, lots of butter with Bhakri, please don’t ask about next day, digesting that amount of butter in today’s biological cycle God bless us.
sharing butter with friends and monkey is his cool way
Enemies’ fear for his Sudarshana Chakra’s slay
It completes a short story of his life in a day.
But at last Krishna doesn’t let any evil stand in the world and kill his uncle Kansh the king of evil and took his revenge. As you read earlier Lord Krishna protected from rain by five Headed Snake so god Krishna is the first person who actually used Umbrella !!! Seriouslly !!! That’s right. Limca Book of world record will definitely note this achievement. The naughtiest and unstoppable personality, no one can stop him rather than his Mother Yasoda’s Palav.
“Bolo shree krishna Kanaiya lal ki Jay”
This article was written in last Janmashtami. And the featured image you can see is hard work of my friend Nisang Vora.
Tomorrow at 12 o’ clock one story on Janmashtami is launching so stay tune.
Like we’ve preserved mind of scientists like Einstein in museum
where should we put heart of poet
in museum, in library, in tons of unsold books in godowns of publishers or we can just crush it
a poet is always made because of some heart breaking tragedy. Only trauma creates poet not by eating a McDonald cheese burger a person could become poet.
you idiot Saral, that only increases your weight
Behind every successful poet, their is a trauma
Have I made a decision
Not to change?
And I have got many problems
With a range
So why don’t I just change myself
And what do I panic for
Why don’t I spread my arms to fly
A caterpillar, being a butterfly
Doesn’t change who I’m
Doesn’t change from where I came
To be different from the rest
To be better than the best
From dead to being alive
End to origin I arrive
Being I can’t to being I can
Being a child to being a man
Inevitable, dramatical the way change has been
Astonishing, adventurous it always promises to be
It will change my nature and it will happen too soon
Then I’ll be back, back with a boom
From fake to being real
So heavenly I feel
To cut the weeds I have grown
To feed the tree, I’m own
From far to being near
Getting away from fear
No longer ‘inside’, yet to be known
Human being to being human
NOTE: People change. Situations make them change themselves.For ex:During a storm, only those trees survive who bend themselves rather than standing tall and falling eventually.Some people see transition or change as a compromise. They think why should I change, let the society change and accept me for who I am. My thoughts and their’s contradict each other. I would be happy to know your thoughts too readers. Would be waiting for your responses.
Time can neither be caught nor be bought
Time is same for all, but times are not
Born nothing and will die being a naught
So be grateful about what you have got
Nothing is permanent, is permanent
Everything perishes, moving or stagnant
Time will perish but dreams are not born to kill
Even a small wound takes time to heal
However the end makes your heart shatter
Its the journey that really matters
Sometimes through the journey however hasy it may seem
You have to move ahead of problems and everything’s gonna redeem
Although you may say that you don’t care
But you’ll always be in a situation of seeking approval
However surrounded by people you may be
If they are not your closed ones, your will always feel alone
Meanwhile in the journey of lifeBe honest to yourself and your wife!!
Hope you don’t mind, yourself being kind
Coz an eye for an eye will make the whole world blind
I don’t know how to conclude
What to include and what not to include
Talking about life, all I can say
Joy and sorrow will always be on your way
We are just actors here as they say
Where He is the director of the play
So you open and drink bottles of zest
And then try to perform at your best
I,been constantly running from my issues
Tears were coming and I needed some tissues
It wasn’t handcuffs and restriction
It was a mere case of introspection
He was born and built inside me
When envy and fear stood beside me
He was nothing but the Inferiority complex
And he never dampened but became convex
About success and failure which are the things which matter
I had achieved many, but were only the latter
To be back with a bang was my decision
Filling my mind with madness and ambition
People always underestimated me and so did I
Didn’t grab the opportunity with a hopeless sigh
Mind sometimes rebelled, but intact was my self
I knew,an ethical penny is better than much unctuous pelf
Rather than being sorry for myself
Finding tenacity and chutzpah inside, after a delf
I uppishly clinched to go for a chase
Coz slow and steady wins the race
Here I am , living with no regrets
Killing all my elapsed debts
Not money, it was the inferiority complex
A debt which was metamorphosing convex
Conclusion: Having turned down everywhere in life, I was feeling kinda inferior. But one day I made a little girl smile by giving her a piece. That day a realized that we all matter and this world is a puzzle and we all are a part of it and are equal.Guys, I don’t feel inferior now, and now I am going to propose Priyanka Chopra….wish me luck!!!
All the time we saw each other
We wear creme and khaki as college dress
Everyone wants to look as colorful as our heart
But we were bound to rules
She wanted to break all the rules and follow the path of her heart
but I stopped her as I am always matured but honestly coward
I wanted to change my image and show how I capable to support her shoulder to shoulder
But I frightened that result will come with a high price to us
We shouldn’t fight those evil rule makers; that’s all I spoke
Here she goes, as fearless
She started protest without anyone’s support
Those evil bastards tried to make her retreat
By threatening her to make her carrier miserable
she bore all the pain and give the answer as subtle to me
Her answer gave new hope to me
She fell from all the sides
Here I am, thinking about things I never care
and ignored the person which I cared most in the world
I stood up from hell and sat beside the angel
she raised her eyes and rejuvenated her energy to fight
now our fight to look colorful as our heart
and we should pay our debts to evil bastards
I put my head down and pretended; I lost in my own world
So please don’t find me through any white messenger bird
Have you ever seen a place which has no man made construction
In which you can stay with you, yourself and your memory