Far from the Madding Crowd...

Just as one Thomas Hardy..there goes my dream...that riding on my laurels..here i land on some unknown distant star,
As a real person...that i am... so my mobile remained with me 24*7....hence i tried to connect or reconnect..to tell that i have gone that far,

But what...oh no....don't ask..me what happened there after since i wont be able to tell that how much hard..it was...so blaming me wont be fair,
No it was not a voice problem..that was with me all the time... but it was an astronomical truth...you know sound travels only in the air,

Here in the void...that i thought...was far from the madding crowd,
But what's the use of being there...where i am not heard....so waking up again made me aware that.. that on my real existence i should be feeling proud.

F R I E N D.....

Rollicking, raillery, reminiscent....o friend...i say you are....relatively better and not the best,
Strait-laced, self righteous...are big words...i do not comply...so honestly being funny bone is my secret jest,

Being happy...helping to be humours...getting mushy ( Not Mush yaar)..if it puts smile on your face then ready to get caught as one mullet,
Being absorbed in friendship nirvana...i unlock, i unload...unlimited revitalizing revueing bullets,

A fanzine of the land of the fantasy...comes flying in with fish nets....loaded with fish eyed lenses,
Shows a Guppy makes a gurgle of hubris...huggering muggering catchy conferences,

Frenetically frolicking to frivolously gliding...frustrating frilly intentions of a young Fry,
Gentry of genial genie-ies generously generate.....genitives....dont lose heart...once more...that was a good try,

Head hunting is on....in intoxicating heady world...with hectoring yet kittenish tunes,
The day of friend is here....o friend...things may happen in any way...my friendship is firm and solid..will not get washed as one sandy dune.