Saturday, December 13, 2008
Grandpa grandpa where are you?
I want to come there and meet you.
I was very small when God took you.
Everyday since I keep remembering you.
Would we meet again,
Or wont we meet again?
The thought of this question,
Brings me to pain.
Don't you want to meet me,
Or are you always with me?
Don't you want to see me,
Or are you always watching me?
You always loved me,
Don't you love me now?
Or have you taken another birth,
And don't know me now?
The series of such questions extend till infinity,
But still I don't know your proximity.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
For a better tomorrow,in search of a happy day
With his children,
When he could spend time and play
He loves them so much
He knows at heart
But in the evening,when he returns
For the next morning's start
Not a trifle left in him
To share a moment or two
With his kith and kin
For the sake of his children
He works the whole day
To provide good food,education
And to keep all troubles at bay
For working so hard
His children are the cause
And this is the irony
Of his life because
He works every hour
To make his children happy
But they miss him every second
Which makes them unhappy...
Saturday, September 20, 2008
where I'll live my life,no fear 'll reach me.
I don't need a luxurious life,with all my name and fame,
residing quietly in that corner,playing life-game.
I need help in the days of pain,but a single hand will do,
not many but my own folks,to share a joy or two.
The world today,as I know, is full of duplicity,
in my corner,what I'll seek is simplicity.
Ups & downs are a part of life, why make hue and cry,
if not much,to search a solution,at least we should try.
In my corner,let me live a pure life,let me not pretend,
let my life be short but beautiful,let it not extend.
Indeed the deeds count over the days,if ego kept at bay,
I don't need appreciation a lot,forever it can't stay.
The world today is polluted enough,everything impure,
in such environment,how can one live feeling safe and secure?
Chauvinism is the fashion today,all following the trend,
in this mad race,their crooked ways,no one going to mend.
Selfishness is the religion today,one's integral part,
green paper is what weighs,over the golden heart.
Everyone today is confused,everyone perplexed,
nobody knowing, why the world is vexed.
I am depressed,I am disgusted,
not only me,everyone is frustrated.
I need to cry, I need to scream,
why peaceful life is becoming a dream?
I can't bear this pain, I need to run away,
not expecting from this world, let me first mend my way.
Leave me in seclusion please, let me be in solitude,
to reinvent my true self, shedding this artificial attitude.
[written in august 2003]
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
It was too hot. He had gone to purchase some of his necessities as he was to leave for his hostel in two days. He had not recovered from his high fever, when his blood pressure dipped and left him unconscious. Thankfully his cousin had accompanied him, who helped him reach home. It was the scorching sun coupled with the long distance to the whole-sale shop, so as to save money his father gave him, which resulted in this condition. He purchased a new wrist for his father’s watch and a wallet for his mother.
His mother was attached to him. She never went to see him off as she could not bear the moment of separation from her only child. Today she was too busy attending to relatives, knowing she has just two days left to attend to her son. She served him the lunch and told him to rest. As all went for the afternoon nap, she quietly took her purse and went out. She had saved money from the monthly expenses, to purchase a shirt for her son. It was a bright blue shirt, his favorite color, which she hid in her almirah.
He had FAILED!
His failure had a valid reason which he never wanted to explain and his father had not the courage to ask.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
My looks, my personality, my beauty, my self.
Instantly came the thought of my hair,
which are long, straight with a golden flare.
Mirror said to peep into the eyes,
That appear innocent,to be precise.
There glows my skin shining white,
making me stand out in a crowd, as bright.
Thinking so, comes the wide shining smile,
Pearly whites flashing in a style.
I smile, striking a pose,
Thanking GOD, for beauty of a rose.
Suddenly a thought struck me hard,
Brought along sorrows, hurt even hard.
Teenage wont be always, there will come this oldage,
Beauty is not static, can't lock it in a cage.
Hair may turn gray, vision diminished,
lips dry up, skin wrinkled.
Left my mirror, disappointed a lot,
Sat depressed and then i thought.
It is not the looks, not the physical appearance,
Beauty is everlasting, has a big difference.
Scratching my mind I tried to find,
How can beauty, be defined?
Everything may change from my head to toe,
But my heart will never change in the flow.
Beauty is the heart, a heart of gold,
The person you are, in your world.
Alas! my heart is bad, selfish and even mad,
Does it mean I'm ugly, oh it makes me sad.
Heart said"Please, don't get depressed,
Leave the looks, let your heart get redressed.
Every girl isn't Madonna, my dear sweety,
Without the looks, you can still be a beauty.
Beauty not of face, a beauty of heart,
Be generous, a selfless sweetheart.
There will be no need to rate yourself,
The world around will express itself."
Yet again,the person who unknowingly inspired me to start writing for the first time back in school,has managed to inspire me to start blogging. That time I would have never acknowledged him for having inspired me,we were cut-throat competitors. As destiny wanted it otherwise, we have turned into great friends.
I will keep you all updated about my past & my present.Hope to keep in touch for long time to come..