I wrote this poem on an inspiration to write something about people all around the world, there miseries, their fight and their hopes.

It was written at a time when i myself was preparing for my IIT JEE, and was in a terrible shape. At home. Always in tension. I have another poem where I have recorded my agonies but that will come later.

Some places where

even the sun refuses to shine

Some trenches in the sea

Some very deep ravines,

Some flowers, that don't smile

Some petals frozen by

Some leaves a bit too white

No peace, neither side.

Some men tramped upon

Some children, living no,ad

Bellies empty, hunger burns

the bullets , few men earn.

Why hate when love abounds?

Why killings the world around?

What borders nations make?

Why kill for some God's sake?

Some people live,

Some people die.

Some bullets fly,

Some orphans cry.

Some burly men

A panting hen

Some racy dogs

One lazy fog

And the word goes around

With everyone singing in a song

the Dawn is not too far

it will end...

it will end...

the night will end soon.

The lady in the reservation queue

Its my first post.
Thank God that I finally made it. I don't know about the future to come but I will start with my poems.
I had written for somebody I was hoping to meet and which I am hoping still. The beautiful feeling of love which I keep feeling on and off. and i wrote this for one such girl that I saw.
so lets start

One Day-
Some work made me visit the Railway Station
I had to buy some tickets and get a reservation.
I stood waiting, as the queue was long
to beat the time I kept singing a song.

A few minutes in the queue - I saw someone enter
She was all clad in a burqa although it was a hot summer.
Her face I couldn't, but her eyes I could see,
And it struck me sudden, how good looking she would be.

Her forehead was white,with slightest tinge of yellow,
I then realised, I was watching no common fellow.
Her eyes were the most beautiful, I had ever seen
A hint of elegance made her look no less than a queen

Her voice when I heard,was music to my ears
Even a dying man on hearing, will forget all his fears.
Her head was covered with a cloth of greenish brown colour
If I had a chance,for her, I would have died then and there.

The time she was there,I stood watching spellbound
Only hours after she left, did my senses come around.
Never again did I see her, though strived I for days,
And never again would I forget those eyes so good, so gay.