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I’m sorry guys

by Kishan Thakar, posted in Poem, poetry

# 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.

Lost

by Kishan Thakar, posted in Poem

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

Janmashtami

by Kishan Thakar, posted in Article, humor

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.

Heart Of Poet

by Kishan Thakar, posted in humor

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

TRANSITION

by bhaumikseta, posted in Poem, poetry, song, thoughts

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

TRANSITION……

Doesn’t change who I’m

TRANSITION ……

Doesn’t change from where I came

TRANSITION…..

To be different from the rest

TRANSITION…..

To be better than the best

TRANSITION…..

From dead to being alive

TRANSITION…..

End to origin I arrive

TRANSITION…..

Being I can’t to being I can

TRANSITION…..

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

TRANSITION…..

From fake to being real

TRANSITION…..

So heavenly I feel

TRANSITION…..

To cut the weeds I have grown

TRANSITION…..

To feed the tree, I’m own

 

 

TRANSITION…..

From far to being near

TRANSITION…..

Getting away from fear

TRANSITION…..

No longer ‘inside’, yet to be known

TRANSITION…..

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.

 

Life Overrated-Overdefined

by bhaumikseta, posted in Poem, poetry, thoughts

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

How I killed him

by bhaumikseta, posted in Poem

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!!!

 

 

 

 

 

we should repay our debts to evil bastards

by Kishan Thakar, posted in Poem, song

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