Sher-O-Shayari..(3)...

1.

Aapse mulkat ki hai ye shaam hasin;aye naazneen,

le chal,chale hum us dhalte hue sooraj ki kirno ke aagosh main;aye zarranasheen,

tera husn to hai khudagawah ek sharara;aafreen,

didar tera ho bas is nacheez ko nasib;aameen.

2.

Teri aankhon ke ujle ye paimane bol rahe hai ek anokha waqya,

tamim hai teri ruh,benazir hai tera ishq;mera shukriya,

tamaam jahaan main aisa manzar aur kahaan,sargoshi karta hai tera saaya,

muskan bikher rahi hai teri ye nazar,wo khushi bhi to hai tera hi sarmaya.

3.

Aatif hai teri peshi,har zikra me teri hai ek ruhani khamoshi,

aatish hai tera noor,har zarre par tere hi shabab ki hai tajposhi.

4.

Zeeshan-e-muhabbat ka rutba tujhe nawajta hoon aaj,

ki is zindagi ka tu hai humnawa,tu hi is gazal ka saaz,

pairo me teri jannat bakshu gar meri hukumat ho,pad gaye hai kam teri taarif main alfaz,

gairiyat hai itni mujhme ki,fanoos saja doon teri rah main nikle jab tu pahne hijab.

5.

Ye lafz aapke zubaan se jo aaye is aabohawa main udkar,

ye tohfe hai aapke hamare liye,sangmarmari shaukat bhari aapki aawaz pirokar,

shamiyana aaj hai banwaya ye teri khatir,roshni kar de tu ab isme aakar,

jo paigam-e-nigah me dastakhat hai tere,wo dohra de ab mere dil par apne gulzar ki syahi lekar.

6.

Mukhtalif lagti hai ab ye jahaan ki baatein mujhe,

koi surooor sa chhaya hai,kuch bhi na ab sujhe,

lakeer hai ye ekdum seedhi,phir bhi kyun the kadam ladkhade,ye ab na bujhe,

sehar hone ko hai lagti kya ab,sannata mujhse ye bar-baar puche.

7.

Mustakbil ban gaye ho tum mere,ye koi ittefaq nahi,

sehra me pyase ko paani mil jaaye,ye koi aam baat nahi,

gosh-e-duniya main paya hai tumhe humne,hamara naseeb to itna ala nahi,

mehsoos hui ab jaakar humein allah ki nazar,ye manzar koi jhala to nahi.

8.

Ruth kar na jao tum tamam mehfil se aye nadan mezbaan,

paimana chhod denge sab,lanat hai aisi sharab par,phaink denge ye martabaan,

zarre-zarre ko hai tumhari darkar aye dost,waapas aa zara shamiyane main,kar apne aana ko kurbaan.

sabhi yahaan aashiq hai tere,jaam se nahi dolta hai aashiqon ka iman.

9.

Sarfira hai wo kaafir jo chala hai is jahaan ko mitane,

betuka hai wo mandir jo khada hai insaan ko bharmane,

sab saaye hai humsaaye khuda ke,alag kyun lage phir tum humein karwane,

bair nahi hai ram-rahim main,yahi sabak khuda khud aaya hai aaj mujhe likhwane.

10.

Thak gaya hoon ab,thoda sa aman chata hoon,

kat gaya hoon yahaan wahaan se,thoda marham chahta hoon,

hoon main tumhara hi watan aye doston,thoda sukoon chahta hoon,

chhod do ab ye khaufnak khel,thoda reham chahta hoon.

11.

Zindagi ke pher main,harek rah par hain patthar,

chun le unhe tu,rakh apne daman main unhe sametkar,

khushi ki khoj main reh na jaaye tu bhatakkar,

kam se kam aansoon to rakh apni aakhon main ki ro paaye tu ji bharkar.

12.

Salika hai isliye tujhe pukara hai nighahon se,

khalifa hai,isliye dekha hai tujhe minaroon se,

awara hai ye dil,isliye dhoondha hai tujhe chaubaron se,

dekhne is aashiq ko jhaankti hai ab har nigaah un diwaron se.

13.

Dastoor hai yahi,ki rashq hota hai sabhi ko aashiqon se,

feharist banate hain nayi,ki sabhi zulm purane ho gaye hai in deewano pe,

manzil to kewal dard ka hi sabab hai,ye dard hi bas meharban hai is parwano pe,

na tu kar sajda in badnasibon ki mazaron pe,ki khuda khud rota hai in shahbaazon ke nishano pe.

14.

Nosh pharmaye,ye keh paros diya usne mujhe mishri ki roti,

zeher bhara tha us niwale main,maangi bhi nahi usne koi phirouti,

nahi maanga humne bhi paani,zindagi bhi manzoor nahi gar mile khairati,

zakhm bhi nahi siya tere khanjar ka,mar-mar ke jeene ki nahi thi hamrai niyati.

15.

Kadradaan the aapke,isliye kar di nazar apni jaan,

meharbaan the aap bhi thode,isliye maanga nahi hamara imaan,

bagh main to phool bhi khilte hai kaanton ke saath,ye nahi tha hume gumaan,

hum to chal diye the pyar ki rah par,man ke tujhe apne noor-e-jahaan.

Mindless Meanderings ...

The girl on the porch...

Looking out of the window that shone azure,
My eyes found a girl on the porch,silent & demure,
she looked to me a lass of earth,unsoiled and pure,
a perfect woman for me,my beating heart told me for sure.

Repressing the urge to go and accost her was not easy,
because the prospect of loosing her made me queasy,
so,I took out my feet in direction of the porch,mind no longer dizzy,
she looked an angel,dress all white,her skin all silken and lizzy.

Battling her eyelids,she questioned my presence;all surprised,
I called out to her,to allay her fears;but instead had her mesmerised,
her silken voice was savoured by my eardrums;now I was petrified,
she blushed slightly,my heart jumped;it seemed she sympathised.

The conversation flourished,we seemed to have struck a chord,
the beautiful girl on the porch was now my friend,the skeptic in me now  was hanging by the sword,
true to my instincts,the evening took a beautiful hue,the stars twinkled,the lover within me roared,
there were pigs flying in the sky,in their ominous presence my feelings soared.

The droplets of rain ...

Parched in heat,drenched in sweat,I pleaded for reprieve from this bane,
all too well,god said,and he dropped from the heavens few droplets of rain,
the moist cool water when hit my body from the top,I forgot my complaint,my pain,
they accomodated my thirst,even gave me a shower,thought I was back to be sane.

These droplets of rain,full of divine promise and blessing,
now were pouring on in a jiffy,as if the black clouds were receiving a cleaning,
every creature now was in the open,celebrating this event with a jig and some dancing,
life protuded from earth,rain nurtured the growing,the droplets were even let pass by the awning.

Something clicked in this rain today,I found a reason to cheer and smile,
god knows that our tears need cleansing,his solution very apt and facile,
celebrate o sinner,celebrate o saint,let this rain make merry let it reconcile,
a single raindroplet is important ,preserve it ,nothing in this world is small,nothing is juvenile.

Fill the ponds,satiate the rivers o rainlord,
let the water cool the earth,let it rejoin its umbilical cord,
for the drops when produce that tip-tip sound,the music reaches even the horde,
let the festivities rain,let the songs of rain be sung by the baron and the bard.

Handcuffs and cufflings ...

Cutting edges of the four square walls,
binds me,pins my pinions,tabs my falls,
the sea I can`t see,the mountain I can`t scale,calls,
I fight against the jail,I slam my fists amidst catcalls.

Time also conspires against me,flies fast,
My limbs can`t catch the ticking hands,burdened past,
no evidence of my presence ,no vision of my life mast,
I am dissolved in the sands of time,the blood now frigid and frost.

When the history would be written again,
my mention would be there,in prominence,in main,
the dirty house is talked about,more famous is the dusty lane,
my crimes would come to fore,my infamy would link to its chain.

The heaven stairs would be rolled down for me;make no mistake,
the gates of hell would also compete,would love to partake,
fair enough I say,both are like my home,both I`d be happy to take,
for bear in mind,in life there is no repayment no retake.

Sher-o-Shayari ...(2)

Rah-e-Pak

Dastoor hai is zamane ka yahi,
benoor hai gali khudarah ki,
sehar hoti hai wahin,jahaan nahi ho koi fikri,
taimoor hai wohi,jisne na ki ho apne ruh ki bikri.

Chinta na kar,na rakh koi shaq-o-shuba,
allah ki nehmat barsegi,dar na khatkhata koi dooja,
apne karam ko rakh tu pak-e-saaf,tara koi chamak ke bina nahi dooba,
mohabbat ko bana le apna rehguzar,reham ko apna suba.

Dikkaton ke age na jhuka apna sir,
jama kar apni himmat,utha shamshir,
madad karega na koi adam,na koi peer,
dum bhar,mehnat karta ja,ban jayega tu mirza ya mir.

Rahi-sahi izzat ko na bech sarebazaar,
na kar tu danga,na utha nafrat ki diwar,
madad ki guhar na kar,na macha cheekhopukar,
sabhi insaan nahi hote hai akbar,sabhi farishtey nahi hote hai parvardigar.


Rah-e-Jannat

Kya sabab hai is gunah ka,
kya hisaab hai is misbah ka,
kya hai woh ishara,kaun hai wah khalil,
kya hai ye aabohawa,kahaan hai wo sabeel.

Gustakh hai nazar teri,baagi hai teri ada,
alag hai ye manzar,firdous tu hai kahaan?
fiza badal gayi hai,na kar moorakh intezar,
sambhaal le ab bhi bhatakte kadam,wapas aa ab o gunehgar.

Kar tasleem,kar le gunahon ko ab tu kabool,
jannat ke khwaab na dekh,bas aa ja tu is dar-e-rasool,
chhod de sab jahaan ke karobar,chad ja tu jaanib is pak-e-sool,
nahi aaya ab bhi is dar par ban fariyadi to sun le,azeem-o-gunah ban jaayegi teri ye chhoti si bhool.

Madmast hai aaj kafir bhi khuda ki qawwali main,
aa,tu bhi aaja,na kar der,pukar le khuda ko tu bhi is khumari main,
chand aur sitare gawah hai ki ab aur dayra nahi hai darmiyan,
dekh o benazar,aaj rehmat hai tujh par,lene khud aaye hai allahmiyan.



Bhichhada Hua...

Manzar wo ajeeb tha,dil hamara garib tha,
apko na de sake thodi bhi mohlat,parda tha hamrai aankhon par,wo andhera ajeeb tha,
mushkelaat aa gayi us gulistan main ab,jo ki kabhi aapse gulbag tha,
wo phool hi na raha ab, keh gaya mali ki mera bhi ab kya kaam tha.

Rukhsaar par jo jasn ki roshni labrez thi,
ab nasoor ban kar khatakti hai,kambakhat khoob thi,
paimana bhara hi reh gaya aap ka intezar karte-karte,
Jashn matam ban gaya aapke bagair aahein bharte-bharte.

Kya khoob kahi hai kisi dilwale ne,nazar unke bina nahi leti hai chamak,
gunjaish nahi hai is hasrat ki koi,ki aa jaaye unki bhi aankhon main hamare aansoon ke poorak,
jaa chale ja ,kar na tu ab apne dil ke huqm ki taamil,
wo rutha hai tujhse,peshi na hogi teri aye mere muwaqqil.

Ye shaan-e-shoukat,ye hasin darakhton aur asharfiyon ka karwan,
na khila sakte hai dil,na mita sakte hai dooriyan,
haale dil kya unka ja kar le talab,mita ye fasle jo hai darmiyan,
nikaal phenk ab jo tere tabassum main lage hai kaante,kar ja ikraar ki tu gustakhiyan.



 Dosti...

Ek haseen waqya hai aaj mujhe yaad aaya,
Pehli baar dost keh jab maine kisiko bulaya,
ek ajeeb sihran si thi us rishte main,ye main apne dil ko farmaya,
dosti hoti hi hai aisi cheez,ye apne dil par apni hi khoon se likhwaya.

Ye koi mamooli naseeb nahi,ki dost mile koi aapko aapki tareef karne wala,
par jo dost kare aapki sahi parakh,wohi nikalega aapke andhere main chhupa ujiyara,
tohfe main di hai dosti khudavan ne insaan ko,dost hi fanoos ke jaal nikalne wala,
dosti main jo bande rakhte hai us allah ki marzi,nazar unke hi ye jahaan hai hone wala.

Kashmakash hai ajeeb,dost raees ho ya garib,
par chahe har koi ,ki wo ho uske karib,
nazarein dhoondti hai us ruh ko,jo samjhe hamari sari baatein ajeeb,
shaukat ho ya ram,peter ho ya salman,sare dost hi hai mere,achha hai mera naseeb.

Koi shukriya ada nahi hota,koi saleeka ka choga nahi odhna hota,
dost aksar nazaron main hi keh jaate hai baatein,zabaan ka koi bharosa nahi hota,
rakhna apne doston sambhaal,ye rishta to farishton ko bhi naseeb nahi hota,
kehne ko to dost hai hazar,par dosti ka dayra kewal ek adad ginti se bayaan nahi hota.


Jaam par jaam ...

Ye bandish meri nahi hai aye saaki,ye tu muflisi ka kamaal hai tu bhar de ye martaban baaki,
sharaab aur mausikhi ek hi haseena ke hi do chehre hai aye humdum,dono kabiliyat rakhte aisi ki hosh-o-hawas ho jaaye nakaafi,
shayari gunguna lene se nahi ban jata koi bhi shayar,ye dard to us dil se aata hai zubaan par jo toota ho har dafa hi,
aakhiri nazm yadi rah jaye tujhe yaad,jaam pi lena is shayar ki bandish  se hi aaj tu zara si.

Shauk hai isliye gata hoon aye nargisi aankhon wali,
majboor hoon isliye pi leta hoon jaam,sharab-e-aks main gar dikh jaaye wo dil todne wali,
tere hi shahar ki thi wo haseen ulfat,ja bula la use is maquam par,akele to wo bhi nahi rone wali,
nazar aata hai ab sab mujhe pak-e-saaf,neeyat ab nahi meri bigadne wali.

Tabiyat nasaaz hi sahi,pila ji bhar tu aaj jaam pe jaam,
nasihat to sara jahaan hi dega tujhe,aaj kar mere dil ke dard ko hi salaam,
naqsha is dil-o-minar ka hai ghum hua,kahaan pahuchau main ab unka ye paigam,
bata bhi nahi sakta main sabko uska naam,badnaam na ho jaaye wo sareaam.

Lat hai buri is ishq ki kasam se,bebas ho gaya hoon apne sanam ke sitam se,
ek halak se utarne de jaam,sajda karne de unhe parde se hi ,bhale thodi sharam se,
nakaafi hai ab to ye didar-e-salook,chaand ko bula la zameen par,albatta raham se,
gaflat na ho jaaye aaj bhi humse aye saaki,dhyaan tu rakhna hamara aaj is nashe main chhupe marham se.

Sher-o-Shayari ...(1)

Disclaimer:::This is the my first swipe at the ornate language of urdu ,so pardon any mistakes and serious misunderstandings as far as the language knowledge is concerned...

Shikan-E-Muhabbat



Rasookh hai mere zehen mein,
khuloos hai tere youvan mein,
parwana hoon,koi patanga nahi,
Ye dayra kyon?,koi paimana to nahi?

Mohabbat ki is jahaan mein,
kadra ki hai fakir-o-shaan ne,
mai to is takalluf ka taakid nahi,
Ye mohabbat meri,teri mulakaat ki mohtaaj nahi.

Ye sher likhta hoon main,bhula ke sara jahaan,
hamare dil ki dhadkano ko abhi aapne suna kahaan,
reh jaaoge dil ko thaam,gar sunoge is aashik ki guhar,
ye guzarish hai tumse,kar lo hamari khamoshi main chhupe pyar ka intezar.

Khumaar hai ab, din raat ka ab gumaan nahi,
jawaab ka intezar hai,bakhuda abhi hum fanaa nahi,
manzoor nahin hai to bas teri berukhi,
taye hai hamara milna,khuda ki yehi hai khudi.


Khuda ki khwaiish


Aalam ye hai ki sab kuch surkh hai,
Khuda ke nagar main yeh banda kurk hai,
khidmat-e-shaitan hai insaan hua,
marz ye hai bada,isne sabko chhua.

Kamzarf bhatakta kyun hai pak ki chah main?
apne dil ko tatol,kya band hai us mazar main?
nakliyat ko paas rakh kar kya haasil hoga bande?
asli sukoon to allah ki janib main hi payega sunle.

Khali poshak pehankar,aur sar par sajde ki shaan lekar,
yeh yakin na kar lena ki tu parvardigar ko paa jayega,
apne haath khol,apna dil udel,tab jaakar kahin,
tere khoon main jo khalish hai,use mita paayega.

Azan kar,khuda ko yaad kar,to sabhi kehte hain,
par tu tabhi ibadat kar,jab sab us rehnuma ko bhoolte hain,
yaad rakh,rukhsar par sharifiyat ka to sabhi odh lete hai choga,
tu apni kaifiyat main qaid kar le fazihat,khuda tera hi hoga.


Dua Hai ..


Ya khuda,aye parvardigar,mere walden ka rakha khayal,
Main abhi door sahi unse,par unka noor hi hai mere zehen main har bar,
itna shaoor chhod dena mujhme,ki na meri vajah se tapke unke aansoon,
har ek nazm ko meri,har ek saans ko meri,hai unke hi shaan-e-darbaar ke didar ki darkar.


Itna mubarak hoon main,ki hosh paya apni ammi ke aagosh mein,
kitna sukoon hai,kitna josh hai,apne abba ke saath ki gayi mauj mein,
ye pal yadgaar hai meri zindagi ke,sanjo rakhna tu inhe apne nigah-e-soz main,
rapta hai bas inhi se mera,inhi se mera mukaddas hai,inhi se hai mera jahaan.


Eid,diwali ya lohdi,main nahi bhoola karna inka istekbal,
lanat bhejoon inke naam-e-pak par,aisa koi bhi kaam to bas hai haraam,
khafa na karna in farishton ko mujhse kabhi,kahan se laaonga main teri roshni ke ye do sitare dobara,
ata kar de meri umr bhi unhe,aane de apne jahaaz par mujhe,chhoone de kinara.

Harek marz,harek tees,har nasoor ka kadha hai meri walda,
apne walid se sikha hai maine salika,sharifiyat ka wo kayda,
namaz jo maine padhi makka ki jaanib,yahi do chehre zarranashin hue mere chashme-baddoor par,
khuddari bakshi hai tune mujhe,wada karta hoon ek shikan bhi na aane doonga hozoor apne walden ke rangonoor par.


Aashiqui...

badmizaz hai tere bina ye aalam,
viraan hai sab kuch,syahi nahi hai,kaise utaoon main kalam,
ek nazrana lekar aaya hoon,karta hoon tujhe salaam,
aadab baja lata hoon sar jhuka,kar na dena tu ise kalam.

khair,ranjish nahi hai aapke didar-e-sharif se,
par main ibadat kaise karoon ab us rafeeq se,
aapki hi hai ye inayat,ki ab mehwash hai mere salib pe,
rakhi hui hai aapki amanat,jaan bhi mang lena ab is garib se.

Sarfira nahi main,na hi hoon main banjaara,
khuda ki nehmat hai,abhi tak hoon kunwara,
aap ka hi tha dil ko intezar,keh gaya hai mujhe chamakta ek sitara,
sehra aur doli,yahi ek hasrat hai ab,aankhe kar chaar baitha hoon main bechara.

jaan nisar teri har ada par aye sanam,
ek aashiq ke dil se pooch,kya dhaaye hai us par tune sitam,
mehfil main jab aap aaye aaj,kiya is naacheez par jo karam,
us karz ko karoonga ata,nahi rakhna koi aur bharam.

Random Rants..(2)

Organised Flutter of Random Mishaps..

 

Partly a motley,partly a union,crowd gather.You can very well tell that they were conscious.The hum of a thousand and more heartbeats beating out of sync,yet in some resonance,was creating an atmosphere of uniformity.I dread being part.

          Randomness is where my choices lay.To have a formula is to die.There is no such thing as organised crime.If there is ,it is not a crime.Even in the seemingly flawless tick of a second hand,there exists chances that might cause it to miss its beat.

                   Lest I fall into the miasma of serene mistakes that often have a pattern of repeating themselves,I choose the faraway mask of celebrating uniqueness.

  But the saplings have seeds in their guts,that I forgot.Slyly,I remnisce!Coyly I regret!Shamly I apologise.Rarely I go back on my mishaps because they leave no imprints,beacause they are random.No option of greater success can befuddle my addled brain to choose wisely.

             Simply taking a backflip into the enchanting mist can be immensly rewarding,as there is no randomness,neither there is impossibility of an organised result.You submit.You move over and above the results.You transcend.

       One direction,you look at hellish fires,other at the sight of greens of heaven.Don`t count the steps!!You are in bliss.

Lets Look Left...

Playing With Fire..Hell n Back.

 

Bribe me!Please!! Let me corrupt.Don`t worry about me going to hell! I want to go there myself.

Money!thats what drives me.It frees my insolence.Don`t indulge me too much though.But just give me enough to worry about.Getting on the wrong end of the stick doesn`t worry me any more.Actually I feel that all this while,education,morals,rules..they were there to make sure that there is a smooth transition from morals to more-'Ale's.Once you bite the golddust,you cannot go back.A monk can ofcourse sell his ferrari but he can`t past with tryst with luxury.Achieving salvation is also a luxury.Its a sin.But to escape the wordly sins to make the altar of the unworldly is itself a sin.One always is envious of himself first and then of others.You can`t escape the feeling,so drown yourself in it.Year by year you escape the inevitable.Getting waylaid by some goon or get some goon waylay someone for you is a fool`s choice.

                  Don`t be mistaken.Love is another form of many a peril one sidewalks straight into.Addiction is bad.Atleast when you are amongst the addicted,you feel part of,you don`t deel addicted.'Being high' means going high enough to pardon those souls who lie low and who envy your vertigo,albeit hidden in the veil of non-conformance.The parlance is getting mixed now.The filthy rich are nowhere filthy,the brawn is getting more brown as years pass by.Pure breed are a thing of the past now.Everyone is everyone now.We all are a family.A family which corrupts together,which wins together,which raps the knuckles of the wrongdooers together and which revels in the misery together.

                          On a tangential note,archery requires a bow,arrows and a target.What else?..hmmm a vision perhaps? it is the most important and the most frequently forgotten ingredient.But where to get all these in one place?There,there..don`t worry,its all in your head,flirting with fire,skirting around your lower drawers is considered fashionable anyways.Thieves act their thievery as if it`s a show that they are bringing out fot all of us.I feel that there is a mass driving emotion aka force in every generation.Thievery is certainly the emotion which is ruling the roost at this time.

                      Generations by generations,now are being enlightened to the succour in asking for more.More is no longer the cuss word to aspire,its no longer the wicketkeeper batsman we all loved to hate,but it is the emanicipation of that satanic theif that now has been euphemised as hunger drive.Wanting something,aiming for it and conspiring for it is the way of things now,we no longer wait ,we no longer believe in the world to conspire for us to make something happen,for the world is itself caught in the cycle akin to a dog chasing its tail.

           Nothing inspires us ingenuity ,nothing depresses as drudgery.Being smart is inchoated in the psycho of psychos.Psychos are now smart too.They are no longer the wide-eyed,toothy and slimy goons.They would loot you,yes! and in a way you would choose to be looted by them.

              Yesterday I met an old friend of mine.He was looking very drawn out.Very pale and sufferring his countenance seemed.I asked him for the reason.To my shock he pointed his scrubby hand at me.His hand lines were nowhere to be seen now.And I gasped.In one sudden realisation,I knew the reason for his plight.Because I left him behind,I neglected him all these years.

He was my conscience.   

                  

Luck Denies...Deny Luck The Luxury..

Luck Culls : Curse the Spare

Running out of luck?Feeling undone?mistreated?Unjustly persecuted?
You`ve every right to be agrieved!!
But look no further.Your luck is standing just besides you.Cull him,because he`ll leave you anyway.Before your charm takes liking to someone else`s fortunes,you drop the returning ladder.
But everyone I meet seems at edge,seems unlucky.So who is the lucky guy then?Where all the lucks are exodussing?The saying goes opposite poles attract,but it seems lucks are more like honey bees or part of some ant family.They all seem to be struck at few ebony heads born with silver spoons and paddy unblemished feet.These exceptions in the now general law of misery are never pushed to think about whether they are lucky or his distant relative.But they aren`t.They leech lucks,they are like the breeding grounds for enslaving and ensnaring other`s luck charms.
       The definition of the white halo ring  round one`s head rests on the heady levers that conveniently push/pull the same to their whims and fancies.So being lucky isn`t even close to being good.Its a flickering phenomenon.The halo brought you luck and respect,so did the red horns and spiked tail but it brought luck garnished and marinated in the salt of being smart and snazzy.The pot of gold however is not a certainity to hower around even if the magical concoction prepared by the druid galbatorix himself is running amok in your veins.
       It seems the shiny metal has a mind of its own.But there`s a caveat.The luck when left alone & praised leaves and when it is cursed and catcalled,bounds back to home.LUCK as it is nowadays stands for Low Utilization of Certain Kryptonic kretinity.We can have several reasons for our prowesses being unheared,unheralded and unthroned,but the catalyst in setting off that spark which in turn ignites the frigid fire is just a result of coincidences that forgot their homing coordinates.
  The carrot is dangling in front of your eyes and your feet are leaded to the ground.The story of sour grapes is all but a part if our everyday lives.The externalities are the cynosure of our lives,phrases like 'why me always' is nothing but 'why can`t he'.The internal strength,the ephemeral 'Ball of fire',the roiled guts,the bull headedness is often rolled in the sweet jelly of expectations and is then buried deep in the frigid environs of our self obsessed
inertia,never to be kindled again.
            So,as expeditiously possible,kill the unlucky luck by your lucky sword of willpower and spare the unnecessary call for heads of the already headless dreams.Dreams,Ambitions,Hope and Luck shouldn`t be just a Dahl`s fiction,make it a real blockbuster.
            Here`s wishing you luck!