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I was a rambunctious student in school. She was the topper of our class.
I used to play cricket. She loved never ending novels.
I was reckless and confused when I was 16. She started planning her career by then.
She was a good speaker. I only clapped.
I gave her hints. She never winked.
I proposed to her. She accepted me.
We passed high school.
I chose Chartered accountancy. She chose Management.
I went to Ahmedabad. She went to Mumbai.
I always wanted to come over for weekends. She was happy with Skype.
I found myself obsessed with Taxation. She was redefining market structure.
I started smoking in college. She was busy preparing for CAT.
She loved coffee meet-ups. I was a late-night-chat guy.
I used to take her to movies. She was my guide to the temples.
She cooked home-made food. I loved road side Dhabas.
I booked us ola rides. She urged me to take the bus.
Once, I paid for the food in a restaurant. Next time, she took my wallet before entering. I had no choice. We shared the bill…

My Life lags!!

Game of my life is laggy. My network, really bad. Uff this lag. When try to move forward, Hustled back to miles. This lag. I have best ones or guns, But also, lag here is best one. Being ignored from everyone, Nevertheless ready to get attention from Anyone! This lag. Troubled my life's game. Bandaged my wounds, But still they are green. Atlast connection lost. Server timed out. Retry in game. But in my life's game, Feel the pain.

I write when i'am in disharmony

I write when stories are real
when darkness become regular
when stars are the sun

I write when fun is mundane
when beauty is extinct
when laughter is sin

I write when love is just a word in the dictionary
when life has many synonyms
when truth is a melody

I write when i'am in disharmony.

- Shri Ram

It’s a story

When an author writes fiction,  it’s a story. I write what I see, with my eyes in my mind in my heart.
Enjoy it, feel it, let it, touch it, but always remember  if an author writes fiction  it’s a story.

-Shri Ram

Chains of Words

You were that elixir of transient happiness
Like the petrichor, ostentatiously aurablasts against me
You radiate with that halcyon daydream
In the process finding you, I lose my self
Once again, quintessentially locked underneath
An oriental place of emotions and wretched feelings
I time travel back to November, hoping I could save us
I broke into million shards of sorrow and tears
Tears that remain wet and probably will never dry
I soliloquize, only all the time and I always wonder where was the gravity that pulled me to you?
Under the canopy of glimmering galaxies, I weave
Yet another chains of words to outline my feels.

-Shri Ram

New dawn

New dawn
touches me gently
rolls me over to face life
see a world I thought only a dream
shows me a new day
of possibilities never imagined
and says, "Take my hand"

-Shri Ram

The storm.

The storm cast memories as waves crashed against her
She tossed the words into the spiraling tide In hopes she would forever be carried away
He misses her...the melody... the swells of devotion now faded with time silent harmonies composed only for him.

-Shri Ram

The change.

I remember our days together and conversations. When we first started, "I love you." "I love you so much."
I was a bit worried with your following change: "I love you." "love you."
But change of words are not change of feelings. I convinced me and yet again:
"I love you." "Me too".
And then from this! "I love you" "Yes. Ok."
To this: "I love you" ‘ ...’
I am still unanswered.
-Shri Ram

Words are the ignition to creativity..."Shri Ram"

Hi, I’m shri ram. I’m living in Bhilwara, India.

Aspiring chartered accountant and company secretary, M com. by Academic Qualification.

Pursuing chartered accountancy course for a better future , and for my Soul.

Writer(fictional) and blogger

Trained to bring a smile to everyone in the society (exception – relatives and neighbors ).

Politics interests me in so far as it obstructs my primary task of bringing a smile to people’s face and yes! it keeps me occupied in the space between “Modi Bhakt” and “BJP supporter”

And more about me – Firstly all pics are how my face appears in real (not just on Twitter /Social Media)

athlete body turning into Fat (Guess because of the big heart that is within)

Humorous* (Oh I breath, eat and … humour),

Loving and caring (not suggestive not giving any ideas),

intelligent (aarrrghhh!!! a big lie this),

fun-loving* (nice word for enjoying good things in life !!!)”

polyglot i am proficient in speaking many languages including english, hindi, gujarati and punjabi.

*check my twitter timeline


“no one can say that i am Tech Freak !
But Intel Inside Mental Outside;)

Anti-Sickular.
Got Tired of Muslim and minority appeasement during late Congress party rule (RIP).

Aspiring Lottery Winner.”

“Bragging Rights: Survived 26 years of life and even more years of Manmohan sarkar rule”

“If you have seen any of the above descriptions in various other social network site, Yes you have reached the right Shri ram :-)”

So Welcome! Friend into my very own Space in the E-World!

A simple rule of engagement! I have chosen not to moderate any comments here to allow free flow of information.
Love or hate what I write or do, please don’t love or hate me.
In short, love/hate my thoughts and not Shri ram .

I am on a few social media but active only on Twitter.


Shrirammaheshwari8@gmail.com