Right ho!

People change as the time changes. And nobody can be a meaner man than the one who forgets his friends at the time of their troubles. Don't help if you don't want to but the least you can do is talk to them.And they will be happy till the end of their days.

Right ho!
Hey! I am here.
Hey! Come on!
Can’t you see me.
Have you lost your eyes
Or is it your will
To talk to a ragged poor man.
Yesterday you were at my doorsteps.
Bringing flowers and what not
And yesterday I answered you
With a valet
and a carpet on my floor.
Today they are gone,
And so have you.
But at least talk to me.
Don’t you remember
The keys that I had given
And today you have bought your car.
You can lower the glasses at least.
I won’t come and ride you,
I am not like that,
And moreover,
my legs are still intact.

Fighting.....till the end

I am rather morose these days...I have not been keeping well...rather strained emotionally. but I am not losing it. I can't. I just can't hope to survive if I do. and then the life would be more torturous than the death.

In the darkness lives a light
And deep within the wilderness,
a hope.
And when all seems lost,
You can still see a small opening
In the solid brick wall.

The wall is sturdy and tall.
And yet the opening is enough for
the poor worker to chug along.
Success may look vain,
Or way to far,
but for the brave,
no battle is too difficult
& no path too long.
And if it is still too much to aspire
The least you can do is die trying

wasted spring

Whenever I see the girl I feel like that something is missing. Beauty is not meant to be gloomy and yet I feel gloomy. I dont know what is it or how is it but may be its bcoz I havent seen that heavenly smile.

Your eyes,
so melancholy,
abrim of grief unknown
and sufferings untold.
Your lips,
Red, and yet not rosy,
Like blood, clogged in the flesh.

The face,
An expression of despair.
A fire unburnt,
But long extinguished.

The stature
Could have been graceful,
And your beauty praiseworthy,
But you look
like a wasted spring,
where even the flowers are not fragrant,
and even the birds not beautiful.