Raanjhanaa; the short review dedicated to Dhanush

Dhanush has shot an arrow from his National award winning dhanush(bow) into the bolly skies that is nice and noticeable  and will be so for time to come . His looks deceive but his acting flatters, though the story progresses gradually into tatters! 

A southie trial on hindi for the sake of Dhanush;

Slapped over and again by Zoya, Dhanush ne Raanjhnaa banke kuch nahi khoya, usne hame rulaya aur Raanjhnaa banke hamare kareeb aagaya!

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The Lotus and the Rose

The detached and the incense attached,

Beauty of the one divine and the other angelic,

One respires in water while making its identity,

While the other is preserved in water so as to not lose its identity.

One an attraction and the other a distraction.

One unprotected in solitude,

The other self-protected by thorns, in the vicinity of multitude.

One goes unnoticed in the wild,

As the other is celebrated by the wild majority.

Incensed by ones fragrance when eyes wide shut

And its beauty when wide open,

The commoner falls for the latter,

As experience and wisdom chooses the former.

Yet one not bewildered in the wild shines effervescently through the heart of the chosen one,

As the one bewildered by the population is plucked.

How many can swim to attain thee, lotus?

One who dares attains thee,

As everyone who covets beauty can attain a rose, though pricked by its nature.

You are worth the effort, as a rose can be had at comfort.

But your beauty can only be attained by a fervent admirer with a discreet vision.

The Rose or the Lotus, not many have a choice between the two,

As most of them settle for Daisy, as it’s easy.

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Oh my Dear

Oh my dear, all you possess is the bachelor-ship of beauty in this education of life,

I on the other hand am the King of Hearts,

And the Master of Arts.

Beauty ain’t the be all and end all to the one who looks beneath

And sees the subtleness of your heart.

Of what avail is the seduction of Beauty,

To the one blinded by the love for the character of heart.

My dear beauty you’re an art and I am an artist,

Tell me who needs to impress?

Where lies beauty, there lies a presumption as to conquest of hearts.

But all hearts don’t crave for beauty alone,

For beauty shall age and fade out,

True love and honour shall follow you to grave.

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Un-for-gettable

Love, a collector’s item to those who can forget,

To those who've trialed many a time.

Unforgettable for those who can’t forget that once, with as many a time.

Love for her was Unforgettable till it lasts,

In her memories he fasts.

He danced till he was fired,

And in her memories another was hired,  

As she pronounced to him that of him she was tired.

For she would have his thoughts killed,

As its another with who's thoughts her mind’s filled.

She stole his heart, which wasn't even her part,

That love he carried in his heart,

And that he thought he had painted like an art,
Which he couldn't bear as things fell apart,

Was stolen, with him not even being a part.

As from her heart he’s asked to walk away,

And as he walks, she looks away.

The scent of a woman, unforgettable even when it doesn't last,

Though the incense will long be gone fast.

How he wished he had remained friends,
As he would've got a chance to run errands,

While he would have loved to admire her from afar,

Though it would've been as a friend when near,

For there would've been no reason to tear,

As she would've always been near.

He thought it was a meant to be a fairy tale,

Ended up drinking a beer of ginger ale.

That was the price he paid,

As poker of love, was the game he played,

As a loser he walked away, with his heart forever gambled away.
INSPIRED FROM THE PARADES END.
PIC COURTESY: MYSELF

To Cinderella with Love from a Prince.

You're like a Cinderella in the modern world waiting for a gentleman of virtuous riches like me to feel you with the crystal shoes of the foretelling oracle and heal you of the abnormalities in your life caused by the poverty in thoughts of the society. Marry me and I'll make you live your dream of happiness and absolve you from the misery of impermanence that you deserve.