Color of my figments

When you were not there to make me strong,

I had a vim and vigor, resembling aimless throng.

In half closed eyes, I felt for your trace.

Yours those winey eyes with that cute face!

Yes! My figments had color of your heart.



We realized our dreams, hand in hand,

And brought about together glories unfazed,

We invented our divine climates of rain,

Then you kissed my lips, made me insane.

My strengths went on moon unshaken!



Now after you, my world looks unshaped,

I still sense you in my dreams, hand in hand.

Our middle-night glories are still sky high,

As if you are inveterate piece of all my sighs.

Yes! My figments have color of your heart.

my unrequited love

Finally a tear has been fallen on my desk,

Over the book, accounting our love.

A desire was there to meet you once again,

Fancy for hurting myself, one more time-

with only the ignorance of yours, to regain.

Still let me close the paperback,

To lay over, my tranquil head.

Your voice being penetrated through my ears,

Oh my beloved! Yet it is the ultimate respite-

to hear my core, soothing all my fears.

Now I am alone in our love-lorn library,

But It’s not so long when I stopped loving you,

So, come! Whisper the charming lullaby in my ears,

Again, I want to sleep under the shades of my dear.

Distinctly yours,

Paramveer Saini

01-11-2011

tea of success

When the wit was sleepy,
But studying like a geek,
A heart was thundering hard,
Wondering like the one freak.
To be present-
Amongst most shining stars,
To be on a planet:
fascinating than the Mars.
And then wonder came one day,
When all toil got publicized.
Conquest stood so tall-
as exulting towards new heights.
Then on dread heart,
red flowers of success falls.
And thrilling journey finished-
with the prestigious call.
Having Maggie of joy,
At 2am, I am sitting in our proud mess,
Writing this another story,
enjoying the cup of tea of success.

Distinctly yours,
Paramveer Saini

obdurate taciturn

Something is there, dark matter,

full of deep staggered meaning.

Particles those are darker than the black,

Devils which we keep buried safe within.

Which we never want to produce,

Vicious ooze which should never exude.

Under the tone of multihued sparkles,

Yes, in the out-coming serene smiles.

A reflection of other side of money,

Simulation to sagacious disharmony.

It is this darkness of egregious soul,

Darkness of a shallow brain’s notion.

Tinted black and shimmering foul,

Wording out our obdurate taciturn!!

Written in association with a potential writer Shilpi Sharma

चाय की एक प्याली

बनाई थी आज चाय की प्याली एक,

मिठास कुछ कम सी लगी.

शायद कमी रह गई थी बस एक,

नहीं छु पी थी वो हाथ तुम्हारे.

ख़ुशी थी आज सारा जहाँ पाने की भी,

वो भी कहीं नजर नहीं आ रही,

शायद अब नहीं मिलेगी कभी,

तुम्हारे हाथों की चाय.


पड़ा है एक ख़त तुम्हारा,

अलमारी के अंदर सुरक्षित,

लिखा था जिसपे तुमने-

जीतोगे सारा जहाँ एक दिन.

होंगी खुशियाँ क़दमों तले,

कहाँ तुम जानती थी तब,

के मेरी ख़ुशी तो तुम से शुरू होके

तुम्हारे साथ ही कहीं खो गई.


आज स्मृति के आइने ने,

दिल को कहीं कुरेद सा दिया.

न तुम्हारी वाणी है स्पर्श करने को,

जिसके प्रवाह से चलती थी जिंदगी.

न ही वो ठंडी सांसे तुम्हारी,

बनाती थी जो सुहाना गर्म शामों को.

सर्दियों की सर्द रातें तो,

अब सर्द ही रहती हैं.


आज बस याद मात्र एक साथ है,

उस खुशनुमा वसंत की;

और साथ दे रही है बस,

एक फीकी सी चाय की प्याली.

Paramveer Saini

March,7,2011

IIM Essay :2: Judicial Activism in India

Judicial activism is the concept according to which judges are allowed to have their personal opinion about public policies. Judicial activism is the instrument which can be used to make vacuum between judiciary and executive branch of government small. Judicial activism may comprise:
1. Overturning law as unconstitutional.
2. Overturning a judicial precedent.
3. Ruling against a chosen interpretation of constitutional rule.
Judicial activism prospers in India through PIL i.e. Public Interest Litigation. According to PIL concept anyone can file case on behalf of aggrieved group or aggrieved person. This is contrary to simple case filing where a person files a case when some bame happen with him/her. Some recent issues where Judiciary recently acted are:
1. SC suggested/ordered government to distribute grain under public distribution policy to the poor instead of letting it rot inside godowns.
2. SC ordered government to Delhi to not demolish the night shelters made for homeless people.
3. Recent brawl of appointment of CVC PC Thomas.
The concept of dynamic participation of judiciary incurs faith of common man in this benevolent authority to replace corrupt legislature and bureaucracy. But there are some negative aspects of this participation:
1. Overburdening of courts.
2. It may stains the system of democracy according to which democratic government is based on the each organ of government respecting the power of other.

For the benefit of common Indian judicial, legislative and executive branches must work together in consent.

IIM Essay topic: Legalizing doping in sports in modern times

 Use of performance enhancing drugs in sports is termed as doping. Medical laws discourages usage of such drugs for performance enhancing. Many of such drugs are medically proven remedies like AAA e.i.  Anabolic steroids, which are given to broken bones patients for early recovery.
History of consumption of such drugs is quite old but their consumption increased bully during 20th century. On the ground of ethics, uprightness and medical records in 1976, International Olympic Committee first time made them part of prohibited substance list.
But many athletes take these drugs for the purpose of winning the competition and getting the fame.It is always a human tendency to not satisfy with what they have naturally. But when it comes to competing, integrity says everyone should be given a flat ground to run. How can we justify consumption of steroids like Methylhexanamine or Benzedrine in sports where all players deserve equal opportunity. In most of the countries athletes are aware enough now a days about doping and a good athlete never give his or her body in the  evil spirit of doping.But in conclusding note,I want to say it is not only the responsibility of athletes but also of their coaches and managements to ensure this type of inequity does not happen
P.S.: Some interesting pages:: 1 , 2 
P.P.S.:First hand on writing small essays. Need suggestions.

Roses are still red

She was beautiful; she is still. Her cerise nails with cerise lips, mannequin figure and a heart of angel. One day she told me about love,”hey Hari! Look these red roses. Love is of the same color, red. They are so cute.” It was the last days of our baccalaureate at DU. She was so good for me. Thinking of her, I buy a bouquet of red roses for Anvesha. The date is 14Feb, 2021. We were in love. India was shining, better than 5 years before when I met her studying high school commerce at DPS. She was intelligent at mathematics. I was good at English. We both got admission at DU, St. Stephens College. The friendship of high school blooms into love of college. Bunking classes; wandering here and there; still it feels like we had our coffee in the same cup yesterday. We shared a great solidarity. She loved to drink on weekends with me and there were times that we had spent unsheltered whole night on roads of South Delhi. She still starts whispering in my ears so many times in winy voice of her. I sometimes watch her jogging with me near qutub minar’s road. Yes she love to ran fast. She was cute and innocent like child and the same time her dreams run to infinities.

One day, she drained me, left me live solitary life. I met her recently in Annual re-union. Her cerise nail polish still attracts me in the same way. White still makes her beautiful, when I see her roaming near Andrew’s gate in beautiful sun of December. She now lives in Philadelphia with his father who runs a chain of restaurant. She studies at university of Pennsylvania pursuing her Business administration studies and is going to handle all the business of her father soon. That’s the benefit to be only one child of parents. Riches here prefer one child now, even though we don’t have strict one child policies like communists.

I still go for jogging with my old friend Parnav and my valentine Anvesha. Anvesha is a chief chef at Presidential office. I met her once when I was for an interview with Mr. President on behalf of Parsaar Bharti on the evening of 26th Jan. It was not a big deal to get Anvesha in my life. Parnav introduced Anvesha Jain,his chief chef to me. We exchanged our numbers and it all started. Today I am going to meet her 9th time; I am falling in love for her this valentine’s day. She too said yesterday love is like roses…….. And roses still red. Are not they?

her eyes, my world

It’s amazing how much they say,
Make my whole nights in eyes,

Maybe those also remains unsleeping.
Walking over the dark sky,
Where my heart glides.
Yes, those two say so much,
even the words yawning in heart.
And sometimes as holy dove
I hear them singing also,
The divine song of love.
they enchant to lit up my torso.
For the days, I have seen them,
Yes! Her two voluptuous eyes.
My spirit got packed with life,
As if now she stays in my eyes
Neither she log-sleeps, neither I….

PARAMVEER SAINI

12/4/2010

P.S:

naa janey kya keh jati,

naa mujhe soney deti,naa shayad khud hi soti,

kabhi ithlati, nathkhat si machalati,

isharon isharon mein sabb keh jati,

hontho pe jo na aye,vo tak keh jati,

dekha hai jabsey,ankhon mein ja basi.

abb toh bas gai hain aisi ki,

na khud soti,na hi mujhe soney deti....

The fallacy of mirth

On the cold seashore, running, crushing cold dreams,
cold veins in supplant dark and all my screams.
palm trees , calm trees, squelching the night,
fighting with self, fighting alone, nowhere light.

The blossoms of love, cried, dried, dead,
only sorrows to solemnize my coronation.
Whack of a disdainful pulchritude reigning,
wild, dark post-love are the eyes of a looser.

Your ambivalent lies and my futile truths.
the lines we crossed and you made me strong.
With dearth of love. superfluous hollowness,
strengths were stranglehold, lines got shifted.

My soul, my body, fallen down like dead mink,
the seasons of depart, the moments of hurt.
You standing with face of minx, with saw,
saw of words, curving, slashing my heart.

You left to leave, a hole in my heart,
your last words still groping in some part,
oh, i am still in the fallacy of mirth,
one more time you are filching it apart.

Distinctly yours,
Paramveer Saini
28-10-2010