Hitchhiker's tale

Ramblings from today...It feels great to update after so long.

I hop from one to the other
to reach, where the lady is waiting.
I drink from the milk of human kindness
and I drink hard
to get drunk
but my feet won't stagger,
I won't fall,
I won't throw up.
I have a lady waiting
I have to go on.

I enjoy the sights,
all that the road has to show.
Green and concrete,
Old and new.
but I am not lost in history
nor in philosophy.
I have a lady waiting
I have to go on.

The tiger and me

I met it in the vast greens

just beside the dark of the jungle.

It was crouching –

Its striped soul shining

against the dazzling sunlight.

The tall grasses

hid its tales of terror,

the sharp fangs and even sharper claws.

It was crouching,

moving, crouching again.

Closing onto its hapless prey

who looked about with timid eyes.

One leap would have ended it all –

One step from freedom,

One step from God.

The canines flashed

and claws shone into its eyes.

Just one stop from heaven,

Just one step from God.

My guns bammed first

and bullets found shelter in its heart.

With flashing eyes the tyrant looked

and limped at me unarmed.

In that raining sunlight,

with its blood stained coat,

and it fell thud to ground.

That night, we celebrated –

with chicken and lamb chops

and after countless retellings of the story

I was born a Demi-God.

The saviour of men

The hero of the land.

But deep within me

a little something was wrong –

In my plate was the same lamb

I had saved from those cruel claws.

When the war is gone

I shall be free

from famine
the food will flow free,
When the war is gone.

The days I starve
will be the days of past
Everyday a feast
When the war is gone.

My little sis
will go to school
and so will I
When the war is gone.

The fields will be safe
and Dad will grow
wheat, maize and peas
When the war is gone.

The spring will come
and so will sweet birds.
The rains will fall
When the war is gone.

The tyranny of light

What we know to be right may be wrong.What we believe is good, may still be not that good.Just trying that with light...to find out how much darkness means to us.

The tyranny of light;
it tears,
the heart of the night
unapologetically.

Every morning on the run,
many a nights are dead
by the mighty warrior Sun.
He and the tyranny of light

Just look at night,in pain
through men and sun alike,
On the grass are the tears it rain.
With stabs on skin,but hope in its heart,
lives the tyranny of light.

It rises again, day after day,
gives warm quilts of December
undoes a cruel sun in hot May.
It rises,to live
and be dead again at dawn;
killed by the tyranny of light.

The land of the proverbial Sun

Hopes abound,in the land of
the proverbial sun.
The land,
where the fields are green
and farms aplenty.
A blessed place.
The land of fruits and flowers.
Yes, hopes abound
for a place where
the men are plain,
true and honest.
A place where
the sword hasn't seen
the light of the day.
The place of peace;
a pilgrimage to humanity;
Where black is
but, only a colour
and white, the way of life.

The deep dark thing that is Man

Oh what a face!
Wonderful clothes,
matching shoes
and watch.
A fragrant deodrant.
Oh God! What a man.
But is he a man?
If the face was an impression of heart
I am sure
most of us would be dark.

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.

May be, I am not as great as I first thought I was

I wrote this when I was in the blues.
My myth of a life was getting busted right in front of my eyes and it was hard for me to bear it.
I was trying to gather the ashes.
trying to be a phoenix.

May be, I am not as great as I first thought I was

With years of forced conviction.

the luxury of being the sole walking

in a bunch of those who limped;

the fortune of being OK

in a group of the average;

The views strengthened

with biased results

and I start thinking

Hey, may be , I am good.

The ego soaring 

no rational thinking

Oh yes, I think I am great

And the butterings, the pamperings;

the one eyed king

in the kingdom of the blind

And then I come out

to face the world;

to fight a lonely battle

with no aides by my side;

and still I win the first round

and I think, 

May be, I am really great

This, the trick,

the God had played

I drop my guard

only to be thrashed by life

in round two, three and four.

But I still think- 

I will come back

I am great

The game’s not over yet.

And then I am knocked out

I lose the match,

All battered and thrashed.

Its now that I realize 

May be – I am not as great as I first thought 

Though the belief 

Has yet to go in all

But subdued greatly, oh yes.

“Worry not , though” , I still say to myself

Not all is over yet

There still are a

hundred bouts remaining 

Super human – Oh no, you are not

but human alone can win

Be yourself, just see the light 

And don’t think of win,

Just enjoy the fight

This is all - I say to myself

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.