“Raj! naam to suna hi hoga” Character with funny intuitions but in restrained condition. I found him at Karol Bagh market. I was lingering in market for some good stuff but I collided to good human. His name is Raj and he works for Klick Garments in Karol Bagh. He dresses himself as joker to attract people for the shop he works in. When I asked him can I know about you, he replied “joker banna kise pasand hai aap sirf ek photo lelo, khush ho jaoge” and then he continued posing for the perfect picture.
“Wings to fly free are as adverse as torment”, this phrase describes the life of all the miseries, that were free to dive for love or were free to touch the crest of their thoughts with groping eyes. Young blood beats the bushes of freedom in every millstone and their perception. Freedom of choice, freedom to speak (whatsoever they want to), freedom to observe, freedom to run, freedom to embrace, freedom to leave their dens and most of all, freedom to live life, king size. Life! What is life? Being free of all is life? Or being above all is life? There is no such definition of life, as life can be lived after the end as well. There are many immortals that are still alive in memories, speculation, words of wisdom and in books.
Every person on this deceased heaven wants to float free, but ask those birds who are shot down and are eaten by brutal flying creatures. Live on elite or on ground, just survive. Fly free or live in the cage, just know the value and learn. Wings are just the hypnotizing object and are fantasy driven feathers, which arch towards the lousy earth. Use freedom shrewdly or else let freedom use you devilry. Freedom when breaks make Free Dome and let my words enlighten you “Dome is Never Free, What You Give to Dome, Dome Gives You Back, As Echo & That Echo Makes you clear about the Words Used”.
Have wings! But those wings must errand by us. As, those pinions can only be comprehend by us for, how to shape them, how to dawn them and how to wreck them. Don’t let others enter your dome which is free for you and don’t let others impair your wings.
MAKE DOME YOUR SKY TO ENDURE!
This is when i felt, i should hit my face with a boxing glove
Why did i keep this bullshit all above?
World has taught us enough to ponder
But all the time i wonder
Why have i created such blunder?
People come and go in our zest
When it comes to choose them wisely, i always fizzle in my test
Though, i still say, his arm was always like a headrest
Our souls when combined, were so buried
That when it comes to him, i always worried
Is this much love enough to make my man flurried?
Finally after the falseness of the real love, i conceive
There was nothing in this love, that i will ever achieve
Coz when it comes to sins he made, he forcefully asks me to deceive
That is when i discovered, that my secret self is actually a lost soul
Who is finding a way to know her role
And is assuredly carried by its dole
Born to ignore none
A tall and a dainty one
Who directly hits the heart like a shotgun.
A quite mature man
I am definitely his huge fan
Damn! He’ll always be a heartthrob in his whole lifespan.
I met this dapper in my life’s running road
And even my nerves fell in love, with his witchery overload
But he is a complicated mystery, that I can never decode.
Wish to catch him out of the bubble
Nevertheless, it is a big trouble
But for sure, beckon is only his wicked stubble.
What hooked my eyes is his crowning gleam
But this man is always confused between the color scheme
Yet, he is only, The Man of my dream.