SELF RENAISSANCE
Eyes are closed
Hands are joined
I bow my head
And silently cry…
I see myself amidst fog
Fog of dullness miseries and misfortune
Weepy as I ask
“Oh God… when can I hear my summer tune…??”
I know I alone am not suffering
Since many are there in this world
I know “you” wanna make me tougher
I fear what if all goes in vain…
Gradually as I retreat to the door
I’m taken aback
Just to find the door shut
And that I’m trapped…
I turn towards that tiny idol
And wonder in desolation
“Are you with me ?? “
Because this orphan has no habitation…
As nature’s execution is prefixed
Upon me befalls another boulder
I’m standing alone in a dark room
With no supporting shoulder…
I cry aloud
I bang my head
But the vacuum room also
Is turning against the “dead”…
Unconscious there I lay
With no further hope
Towards that structured mud I stretch my hand
Like a dope…
Scornfully I question “What have you done for me ??”
“What are you doing now ??”
“What possibly can you do ??"
“Because like me you’re a corpse too"…
After this utter of yell
The room is in silence
Only a peaceful sound of breath
And emergence of a faint brightness…
With not much time its all bright and sunny
Air filled with fragrance and my breathe as sweet as honey
Unknowingly I’m up, gripped to ground
With my weary wrinkles ripped and mentally strong…
Calls out to me a soothing tune
Surrounds me a veil of care
Gushingly flows within me an energy
And a warning calling “Dare you scare"…
“Honey… life is meaningless;
If it were to be just happiness
And this is not permanent but transient
As, after dawn follows darkness…
Everything you encounter has a purpose,
And everything that befalls isn’t beyond your control
Because hidden beneath is a small lesson
So even when gloomy just tumble and roll…
Never cease you belief in me
Because never will I betray you
I…the creator and destroyer
Will ensure that your downfall is sued… “
A terrible jerk that sheds my dream
And I open my eyes to find an empty train
As I step out on the platform
It starts to rain…
As I walk back home that day
Preoccupied with that strange dream
I enter my apartment
And sit down with my cappuccino that has extra cream…
Sipping my coffee
I feel a little different
Because first time in last 6 months
I feel as if I paid off my hunger rent…
My tummy is filled completely
Refreshed after a warm shower
I proceed to my resting chamber
Cozily I slip into my blanket cover…
Awaken by a new morning
Filled with new hopes and aspiration
I look at the new me in the mirror and say –
“Beware dull and gloomy days… now starts my mission… that is…
YOUR TERMINATION… “
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
A GIRL’S STORY
As a toddler I crawled around,
People around me to surround…
Timely food, sleep and endless care,
Of which then nothing could I share…
Grew I into a kid,
Still better off and well fed…
Demanded many chocolates and toys,
Playing around with young girls and pulling legs of boys…
Gradually does this innocence dissolves,
As young girl I turn into…
Many problems arise for me to resolve,
Because that phase of life is new too…
My demands conflict my desires,
For the world seem to satire…
Prominent becomes restlessness and impatience that wasn’t my identity hitherto,
Since my apparent rights are against the virtues…
But like passing clouds does this phase pass,
And I turn into a mature big girl…
Big enough to decide between right and wrong,
To match steps with my mum and walk along…
Mature enough to discuss issues that were once adult talks,
And take a road that was supposed to have weird walks…
Today I question how life turned out this way,
How this fetus grew up this way…
What I learnt is endless in this journey so far,
Which has certainly put me at par…
Exuberant am I for this wonderful experience,
But hold on there is more to this unfolded suspense…
***
People around me to surround…
Timely food, sleep and endless care,
Of which then nothing could I share…
Grew I into a kid,
Still better off and well fed…
Demanded many chocolates and toys,
Playing around with young girls and pulling legs of boys…
Gradually does this innocence dissolves,
As young girl I turn into…
Many problems arise for me to resolve,
Because that phase of life is new too…
My demands conflict my desires,
For the world seem to satire…
Prominent becomes restlessness and impatience that wasn’t my identity hitherto,
Since my apparent rights are against the virtues…
But like passing clouds does this phase pass,
And I turn into a mature big girl…
Big enough to decide between right and wrong,
To match steps with my mum and walk along…
Mature enough to discuss issues that were once adult talks,
And take a road that was supposed to have weird walks…
Today I question how life turned out this way,
How this fetus grew up this way…
What I learnt is endless in this journey so far,
Which has certainly put me at par…
Exuberant am I for this wonderful experience,
But hold on there is more to this unfolded suspense…
***
Saturday, September 4, 2010
SOMETHINGS I NEVER THOUGHT !?!
Some unfamiliar face,
Becomes so important in life…
Hobbies doesn’t interest anymore,
And heart longs for the person’s sight…
You are assured your loopholes are overlooked,
And there is someone to always cheer you…
Nostalgic you get in his absence,
And at such point your mind question’s “is this all true ?? ”
Is it really gonna work,
Does this relation actually have a worth…
Will years down the line you won’t drift apart,
Are you sure this isn’t hollow and dearth…
Mind plays rapid fire,
Silence adds fuel to the fire…
Heart starts imagining unworthy scenarios,
Entire world swirls faster than truck’s tier…
Suddenly you feel lonely and isolated,
And millimeter grows into kilo meters…
Life seems useless and desolate,
Is there nothing that could make things any neater ??
Seeing you low some enjoy,
Some are ignorant and don’t bother…
And some for courtesy sake come and cry,
But that someone stands behind you, waiting for you to turn and vent out your worries and fears…
In the longing of someone to come and ask you,
You surpass the one who is ready…
You never went and shared,
And you complained that no one was steady…
That one familiar face,
Stands with hanky and his shoulder…
But your pre-occupied mind induces inertia,
You resist sharing, wondering what if this brings cracks in the boulder…
Fearing what if sharing ruins my life,
What if the idea of being his gal takes a turn…
Fear of being rejected takes toll,
And all this ill treasures within you burn…
One day out of blue you blurt things out,
Unable to bear the pressure…
On that unfamiliar face you shout,
Just to see, that, calm and composed face with a soothing smile as ‘your treasure’…
In a soft tone he calls out your name,
And says “baby never think all this, I’m there for you always”
For once your heart skips a beat and everything adds on to your fame,
You want world to come to a standstill, moment to stop and desire this ambience to stay…
That feel of warmth,
The touch of security…
The assurance of love,
And that sense of maturity…
At that point you don’t crib to have misunderstood that ‘someone’,
Rather you thank your transient mood…
That made ‘your’ unfamiliar face so special,
In return you get a moment of celebration, a display of true care that no one, could…
You get more than you expected,
And you feel blessed…
To have found that ‘unfamiliar face’,
Which became so important in life…
***
Becomes so important in life…
Hobbies doesn’t interest anymore,
And heart longs for the person’s sight…
You are assured your loopholes are overlooked,
And there is someone to always cheer you…
Nostalgic you get in his absence,
And at such point your mind question’s “is this all true ?? ”
Is it really gonna work,
Does this relation actually have a worth…
Will years down the line you won’t drift apart,
Are you sure this isn’t hollow and dearth…
Mind plays rapid fire,
Silence adds fuel to the fire…
Heart starts imagining unworthy scenarios,
Entire world swirls faster than truck’s tier…
Suddenly you feel lonely and isolated,
And millimeter grows into kilo meters…
Life seems useless and desolate,
Is there nothing that could make things any neater ??
Seeing you low some enjoy,
Some are ignorant and don’t bother…
And some for courtesy sake come and cry,
But that someone stands behind you, waiting for you to turn and vent out your worries and fears…
In the longing of someone to come and ask you,
You surpass the one who is ready…
You never went and shared,
And you complained that no one was steady…
That one familiar face,
Stands with hanky and his shoulder…
But your pre-occupied mind induces inertia,
You resist sharing, wondering what if this brings cracks in the boulder…
Fearing what if sharing ruins my life,
What if the idea of being his gal takes a turn…
Fear of being rejected takes toll,
And all this ill treasures within you burn…
One day out of blue you blurt things out,
Unable to bear the pressure…
On that unfamiliar face you shout,
Just to see, that, calm and composed face with a soothing smile as ‘your treasure’…
In a soft tone he calls out your name,
And says “baby never think all this, I’m there for you always”
For once your heart skips a beat and everything adds on to your fame,
You want world to come to a standstill, moment to stop and desire this ambience to stay…
That feel of warmth,
The touch of security…
The assurance of love,
And that sense of maturity…
At that point you don’t crib to have misunderstood that ‘someone’,
Rather you thank your transient mood…
That made ‘your’ unfamiliar face so special,
In return you get a moment of celebration, a display of true care that no one, could…
You get more than you expected,
And you feel blessed…
To have found that ‘unfamiliar face’,
Which became so important in life…
***
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
AS LIFE COMES TO A STAND-STILL
To many faces around,
Very difficult to judge..
Suffocate me as they surround,
And gradually pull e in sludge…
Days have gone by,
Since I have been alone, quiet and calm..
Secretly now when I sigh,
My conscience also disapproves of my sound…
Admist the chaos I’m not able to prioritize,
What is that I actually want..
This part of my life is not categorized,
Because in the end I only daunt…
God !!! Give me a break from this stalk,
Because I can’t take it anymore..
Unworthy and unwanted elements can take a walk,
Since this heart is already sore…
Very difficult to judge..
Suffocate me as they surround,
And gradually pull e in sludge…
Days have gone by,
Since I have been alone, quiet and calm..
Secretly now when I sigh,
My conscience also disapproves of my sound…
Admist the chaos I’m not able to prioritize,
What is that I actually want..
This part of my life is not categorized,
Because in the end I only daunt…
God !!! Give me a break from this stalk,
Because I can’t take it anymore..
Unworthy and unwanted elements can take a walk,
Since this heart is already sore…
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
THE FADING TRAIL
THE FADING TRAIL
In today’s world where everybody is advancing with light year speed somewhere down the line one can find the traditions, religion, buried alive. The ritual that are now R.I.P were lifestyle defining virtues of an individual, a provider of distinct individuality, a veil of protectiveness, a discrimination of good and bad….
Virtues calls for renouncement of worldly pleasures on the contrary people are renouncing their basic identity. The customs can go for a life time exile , now a days no one is bothered !!
Guys let just pack because the countryside trail is loosing its worth.
IT’S FADING TO BECOME A HISTORY !!
Good morning replaced by wake up alarms
Kicking your bed spread raising your arm…
The clock strikes 7:00 and it kicks your head
Running off for your errands mouth stuffed with bread…
Returns home the tired dodo
After performing his work in solo…
Sitting at the dinner table everybody is “busy”
Kids with mobiles, mom with curry, dad with T.V. …
No family time no mutual talk
Everything apart from nuisance can take a walk…
Are they helpless or the time ??
Loosing worth are the prime…
Advancing technology is on high
Hence people turn deaf when other sigh…
No one is spared of this pre occupation
From womb to tomb every place has become its destination…
Keeping up with the lightening pace
Everybody wanting to win the race…
In the end relations loose their purity
Aspiring psychologists you have got strong job security…
Endangered are not only the animal species but also we
Ignorant of the flowering plants we are reaping weeds… !!!
In today’s world where everybody is advancing with light year speed somewhere down the line one can find the traditions, religion, buried alive. The ritual that are now R.I.P were lifestyle defining virtues of an individual, a provider of distinct individuality, a veil of protectiveness, a discrimination of good and bad….
Virtues calls for renouncement of worldly pleasures on the contrary people are renouncing their basic identity. The customs can go for a life time exile , now a days no one is bothered !!
Guys let just pack because the countryside trail is loosing its worth.
IT’S FADING TO BECOME A HISTORY !!
Good morning replaced by wake up alarms
Kicking your bed spread raising your arm…
The clock strikes 7:00 and it kicks your head
Running off for your errands mouth stuffed with bread…
Returns home the tired dodo
After performing his work in solo…
Sitting at the dinner table everybody is “busy”
Kids with mobiles, mom with curry, dad with T.V. …
No family time no mutual talk
Everything apart from nuisance can take a walk…
Are they helpless or the time ??
Loosing worth are the prime…
Advancing technology is on high
Hence people turn deaf when other sigh…
No one is spared of this pre occupation
From womb to tomb every place has become its destination…
Keeping up with the lightening pace
Everybody wanting to win the race…
In the end relations loose their purity
Aspiring psychologists you have got strong job security…
Endangered are not only the animal species but also we
Ignorant of the flowering plants we are reaping weeds… !!!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
TIME FLIES MAN CRIES !!!!
TIME FLIES
MAN CRIES !!!!
Returning home is a great feeling….
But as I was browsing through my childhood photos a thought struck me which goes as follows….
Browsing through the photos I wonder…
Phase of life with innocence and tender…
Getting things before demand…
And no pending errands…
As the years went by…
Sitting here today I sigh…
For things have turned topsi turve…
And suddenly I notice the oldies with scurvy…
Arey !! what kind of life is this… ???
It gives us hug of joy and pain’s kiss…
As those old ones also had their childhood…
And so will we have our days in wood…
Down the line life cycle would start a new…
For you’ll have to nurture your hybrid product dude !!
Again will come the up’s and down’s…
With the old tune and new beats of same song…
Who knows if we’ll be there to see our grand and great grand kids…
Suddenly there is a hard pat on my back and my mind seizes…
My sister points towards the playing- wake up sid…
And I tell to myself this is how population increases…
Folks don’t get confused…this is complicated expression of simple ides of how population increases…
Just imagine we were toddlers, tomorrow we’ll have toddlers and this will go on and on…
This might look casual in the initial stage… but when earth would start resisting such drastic rise in the human population… its rage would result in devastating consequences…
Hope the issues affecting the environment get resolved and MOTHER EARTH remains the way we got it… such that it can be gifted to our successors… for them to cherish its beauty and nurture it…. !!!
MAN CRIES !!!!
Returning home is a great feeling….
But as I was browsing through my childhood photos a thought struck me which goes as follows….
Browsing through the photos I wonder…
Phase of life with innocence and tender…
Getting things before demand…
And no pending errands…
As the years went by…
Sitting here today I sigh…
For things have turned topsi turve…
And suddenly I notice the oldies with scurvy…
Arey !! what kind of life is this… ???
It gives us hug of joy and pain’s kiss…
As those old ones also had their childhood…
And so will we have our days in wood…
Down the line life cycle would start a new…
For you’ll have to nurture your hybrid product dude !!
Again will come the up’s and down’s…
With the old tune and new beats of same song…
Who knows if we’ll be there to see our grand and great grand kids…
Suddenly there is a hard pat on my back and my mind seizes…
My sister points towards the playing- wake up sid…
And I tell to myself this is how population increases…
Folks don’t get confused…this is complicated expression of simple ides of how population increases…
Just imagine we were toddlers, tomorrow we’ll have toddlers and this will go on and on…
This might look casual in the initial stage… but when earth would start resisting such drastic rise in the human population… its rage would result in devastating consequences…
Hope the issues affecting the environment get resolved and MOTHER EARTH remains the way we got it… such that it can be gifted to our successors… for them to cherish its beauty and nurture it…. !!!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
MY CONTEMPORARY SHADES
He said I’m cute
But I said I’m not
<<<>>>
He said I’m pretty
I blushingly said I’m not
<<<>>>>
He said I’m kind-hearted
I pushed him back and said I’m not
<<<>>>
He said I’m understanding
I laughed and said I’m not
<<<>>>
He said I’m adorable
I jolted and politely refused saying I’m not
<<<>>>>
He held my hand and said I’m compassionate
My heart started panting but my brain stern with the answer made me say
I’m not………….
<<<>>>
Finally when it was my turn::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Hey I like you
And he said……………… I do not……………………………..
Continued thus he further added:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
We were nothing but friends
And will be together till the end
To which my heart cried:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Where did I go wrong
Why can’t he hear the unsung song
<<<>>>
Now it goes without any say
That amidst joy my aching heart sway
<<<>>>>
Wondering whether I was fast
Stirring my past
Chuck it dude the life has to go on
And for refusing the precious thing will repent the moron…….
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
But I said I’m not
<<<>>>
He said I’m pretty
I blushingly said I’m not
<<<>>>>
He said I’m kind-hearted
I pushed him back and said I’m not
<<<>>>
He said I’m understanding
I laughed and said I’m not
<<<>>>
He said I’m adorable
I jolted and politely refused saying I’m not
<<<>>>>
He held my hand and said I’m compassionate
My heart started panting but my brain stern with the answer made me say
I’m not………….
<<<>>>
Finally when it was my turn::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Hey I like you
And he said……………… I do not……………………………..
Continued thus he further added:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
We were nothing but friends
And will be together till the end
To which my heart cried:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Where did I go wrong
Why can’t he hear the unsung song
<<<>>>
Now it goes without any say
That amidst joy my aching heart sway
<<<>>>>
Wondering whether I was fast
Stirring my past
Chuck it dude the life has to go on
And for refusing the precious thing will repent the moron…….
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
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