....Fight V/S Fight....

An act of dilemma rare to be found
Something on which a thought is no less profound
Decision between the Not Wrong and the right
Between the Bright and the bright
With a difference just so slight
One end there stood deep down passion
The other side was the deep ended love in fatal fashion
Consideration stood for both
Thought they would go hand-in-hand as that of froth
Happiness reveal deep down within
Both stood as that of bliss revealing
But then came the deal beyond words
When affection took over fascination
When love hurt passion
Destroyed every bit
Pushed it down into pits
A moment of annoyance then took over
Abandoned the one taken as a flower
Some moment passed
So did some other
Tiny love called every breath
Touched every beat
Realized it well
Proved and Praised Love all above
But it did no less putting the passion down the stove
Cause all it did was ignite it more and more.

... The Haha Country...

One fine morning when you drift out of sleep for a class which is not so early in the morning, but surely quit early morning. You receive an unexpectedly beautiful message from a totally Expected person. Settling in between of sleep and beauty thoughts. When you suddenly remember your last night's promise of taking up your own responsibilities n finally start doing your own work.


Well this is the description of my "Early Morning". After attending the morning classes. It was time to take Responsibility, and it started with the submitting the Admission Form on my own in one of the "greatest" college of the city.
As I entered the hundred thousand years look alike building, with chipped paint and an over painting on the same. I came across "Beauty Queens" all around, dressed in embroidered denims, odd summer coats, bad footwear, high shabby heals, chattering loudly instead announcing their talks, holding hands, pushing each other, messing up my white shirt with their newspaper wrapped sandwich, in short doing every impossible act of indecency. With great deal as I survived out of all these activities, and moved towards the Window with least crowd. I asked the Woman, if that was the window for Admission form submission. The Woman Stood up with a "Yes" and then turned around for a Nashta Break. I was standing there, standing , standing n standing. After 25minutes of eating Saiyo Purmal unit by unit and discussing recipes which she was never going to try, she returned with an instruction of getting the form checked first and then submitting. She told me that the woman in Red will check the form, the woman in Red diverted me to the woman in Pink, The woman in Pink to Blue, to the woman in White, to the skinny woman upstairs to the woman in Purple downstairs and finally back to the woman in Red from where the trail started.The 'Red' woman checked the form abnormally, asking me to fill details in the Non-applicable areas of the form. Thus what followed was the submission of the form.
But the submission of the form cannot be quoted as the last deal for the incidence. It was something different - A beautiful White shirt with ketchup on it, a bad throat and a worsened broken leg...GREAT it was.


And now this is something not to be taken as an expression rather a literal meaning - 


THE END