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.

Love is not enough

It is a story of many a heart. The boundaries, the seas of separation, things that divide the people, that kill many a love story even before it is born.....

All I am saying is ..........give love a chance...............

Is love not enough
of a reason?
Why walls come between
the high flying hearts?

I love a girl
and she loves me not
and thats b'coz
I m not like her.
We share similar tastes,
I can read her heart;
And still I am different
'coz I m different by birth.

Years I have spent loving
all the while making me more of a man
but how can I undo the past
and how can I change the way I was born.

I am good
and it still ain't a reason
good enough for the love to unfurl,
And she would have loved
I am sure of it ,I know
had I not been different by birth.

Decades after the freedom,
are we still free enough to choose?
Where the shackles of stupid tradition
bind us, our bodies and emotions alike.

I am talking not of a village
where may be, light has still not come,
But a city, where all are literate
and still not educated enough.

The lady meets again

This is the sequel to my earlier poem 'The lady in the reservation queue'. All these 'accidents' kept happening to me in the year I was preparing for the IIT-JEE after completing my 12th.Hope you enjoy it as much as I liked writing it.

Remember the eyes
i told about, afore,
Well, i saw them again
and I leapt once more.

They were the same
my eyes can't mistake.
I can bet the were,
my sanity at stake.

Well, I had been to the post office
to post a mail,
I saw the set there,
sitting on a chair, their owner, in a veil.

U can think of my astonishment,
and elation, and surprise
The world I had searchrd for them
and they were there, in front of my eyes.

I advanced towards her,
hoping to get some small talk.
But even before I could reach
she stood up for a walk

I remember commentng on weather,
and then bollywood, and then Iraq
But she kept her own company
and I kept groping in the dark.

The time was slowly trickling
My desperation furthur mounting
I decided to take a final risk
Although dangers I kept counting.

Just as she was to go,
I went to her and said.
My heart was pumping overtime.
Sweat flowing through my forehead.

"Mam I had seen you before too,
And I love your eyes since then,
And I have been half mad, in search of you,
All laughing at me, those men.

Fully aware of the troubles that await me
I propose to you my love
In your hands I leave my destiny
Plz accept me, me, my love."

She looked at me surprised,
One not knowing what to do.
All the people present were lookin at me
as one look at a monkey in a zoo.

Unperturbed I stood t here,
waiting for some reply.
I had steeled my heart for rejection.
I just prayed, my luck would apply.

She stormed out to a waiting car
Her emotiond I couldnt see.
The carbegan to move forward
My heart sank to some deep sea.

The window glasses were lowered
A paper thrown out, all crumpled.
the car went away as IO rushed towards it
I picked the paper, by now completely trampled.

A phone number was scribbled on it
The handwriting beautiful, curly.
My elation, excitement knew no bounds
I started making air castles, although it was a bit too early.

I have yet to go and call her
a day, although has passed.
But I am taking things very cautiously
I dont want to miss this chance.

Why are there wars?

Well, sometimes I wonder. Why does a man kill another man?
I wonder about the wars, about their futility. Aren't there enough troubles already without them. And still we have them. Every day pictures flash on the tv screen. A war ravaged land; hungry children; dead cattles; fields becoming graveyards; And still there are wars...........

Why are there wars?
events, so gloriously horrified.
The battles, horribly glorified.
the seeds crumbling,
the plants dying
and the majestic trees falling;
and the mighty mountains flattening.

Why are there wars?
Princess of Death
smiling everywhere,
kissing the children
that have barely crawled out of their teens
Seducing those

with the families and children
and who should otherwise
never have been unfaithful to life.
The king of the army of the departed
coming to take more for the army it has made.

Why are there wars
which leave the houses haunted
and futures barren
and a present so pompously out of fate.
And that, knowing all
the words of God and his son,
with numerous others that martyred in his cause.

And still there are wars..........
And still there are wars..........

You wanted me to write about you and I can write a thousand things and my pen won't stop. You know what I feel about you............and still you know but naught.

I tried to write about you
and a sea of emotions
flooded me.
A wave taking me elsewhere,
You know, in another world,
away from the shore.
I saw a rainbow
and I saw some clouds,
but mostly it was the Sun.
And when I saw inside
I found everything in the dazzling blue,
a brilliant hue,
and a great contrast to the world I had come from.
You know,
You filled colours into
what was a grey potrait of a man.
And now I can feel the radiance
beaming out of the picture.
I would have said you are a great artist,
a maestero,
but no, you are not
just limited to that;
a magician
would be more like it.
Yes, had I wanted to commit
blasphemy,
I would have compared you to my God.
This is you for me, my dear,

this is you for all you are.

A troubled soul

It was the time I said something................and I say this.

I always wondered
what it was to have friends.
Oh Yes! I had friens.
I would move around with them,
play cricket
and talk God knows what shit,
but still I didnt have one.
Things would remain
buried in my bosom,
ailimg me, itching me,
but finding no expression
until I switched to words.
I didnt know
what it was to have a mate
who could talk things other than cricket
and the lasses.
I had none
who would try and venture
into my world.

the love has a dark side too...

Ok love, it isn't for you that I wrote this. But I was feeling rather low and these r what were coming to me.
Ought to tell you what I was feeling.

The Dead and The Heartbroken

A dead knows no wounds;
Its heart doesn't bleed
when it is stabbed with a dagger,
in a beautiful hand.
The life in its eyes
is already lost
and the colour
of the cheeks
is no more pink.
Yes, the dead is oblivious to pain
and to heartbreak,
and to the agony that comes with it.
The dead is in peace,
even though it comes after death.

A long tale of love

The day I wrote last and until now, I have gone through a lot many emotions. The thrill, the joy and the subsequent dejection and longing. The next three poems are connected, showing the three stages of love.
I have posted them in the order I wrote.
Over to you bard!

** The proposal **

I started off to make a friend of you
and I very miserably failed
For however hard I tried to confine my feelings
and yet I couldn't help thinking of more.


The charm that has may enchanted
has also a spell on this mortal soul,
And whatever means I tried to get rid of it
and yet I couldn't come out of it whole.


I don't know if you have noticed,
but none have missed
the sparkle in my eyes
when you are around;
And it is certainly strange
that I have told my feelings to all
but the one to whom this heart is bound.


It also is strange
that I still miss you most
though the ship of time has long left your shore,
And I want to tell you today
than anything else in this world
I love you more


********** Dejected, but not discouraged ***********

Can I propose to you, just once more.

I know you have turned me down twice
I know i am full of vice;
But I dont want to abandon
the hope of a glorious world.
Hey! Can I propose to you, just once more.

It is tough to hear the no
I know your heart feels so,
But ask yourself just this one time,
Cant I, even for a day, come into your life.
Hey! cant you make me your.
Can I propse to you, just once more.

The past has been past, and it was bad.
And I still look to it, when I am sad.
But the future is now.
Showing its glorious head out of the clouds.
Just look at me once again
I will look to you, sane and pure.
Hey! Can I propose to you, just once more.


********** A lost hope and the world after **********

Afterburns

I never thought
you could mean
so much to me.
It was in fun
that loved you first,
and I never took myself
too seriously;
I kept loving you
and I thought,
its just because
I have no other girl
to go to.
A long while later
I proposed to you
and I never thought you would say anything but no.
I was ready for rejection
I was brave enough to face,
But when it came
and when you said
you value me so much more as friend
but still declined to go all the way,
and I thought initially,
'Ok! this is what I knew
will happen to me,'
and I still thought
I was strong
enough to handle it
and more over I was
never too serious about you.
But in an hour itself
I felt the folly of my thoughts.
You mean so much more to me
I didn't know it, until then.
'you are my friend,' and you said,
'you will always be'
And I am crying in my heart
why is it this way.
you could have said to me, "No,
Get off you bugger
Get lost from my life."
and it would have been easier
to shut you out;
But the way you said
made me fall in love with you more
And it is so hard on my heart
to face the rock of my feelings
crush me under its weight,
and now I have taken myself seriously
Yes, I love you more than I ever thought.