Friendship....

What is Friendship??
Friendship is unspoken, unforged love...
Its an unbreakable vow...

Friendship is trust,
Without which relationships rust...
Its immortal...
A gift from god..to us mortals!!

Friendship is resurrection,
In it, no expectation...

Friendship is loyalty,
Filled with morality...
True friends are rare,
Whose friendship is noble and fair!

Books: a way of life

Books give company,
Reading them, not whiling away money...

Kinds of books many...
Right from toddlers to their nanny.

Some express writers' fun,
Some their views, sarcasm and pun...

From the childish Jungle Book,
To the mature chicken Soup...
From Agatha Cristie's mystery,
To the famous Indian Akbar Birbal history...

Be it Shakespeare's verses,
Or Harry Potter's curses...
Kalam's Ignited Minds,
They find a place in each's mind...

For few...books a main stay,
Showing them a way...
Representing excellent penmanship,
They often crack much louder than a whip!

Reverberating Shouts...

A fire within me,

Raging and ranting-looming to spout,

Quelling my fears; prods me forth...

Baptism with terror has resurrected me.

I won't cower...

I won't bow...

No, I won't be muted,

My voice too shall with the others roar.

I won't forget...

Nor will forgive...

I won't lie down,

And see you revel in unremorseful glee.

I won't cry...

I won't weep...

Neither shed tears,

No vulnerability to pain inflicted, will I display.

I am fortified,

Ready to fight,

The word 'I' just not me...

But millions and millions of 'WE'!!

a prayer for the fighter......

I am jittery, I am nervous, I am tensed and my nerves stretched to the point of bursting...[isn't nervous supposed to mean that? I don't know and I don't care....] I am slurring my words starving myself and most of all praying that you do well......
Its when you win that gives me warm comfort like a blanket in a cold evening. For once I concentrate on things on hand without worry lines creasing my forehead.
You are a winner through and through, its just one more that will matter....
my hopes pinned on you, I cry when you are injured, when you miss the shot....berations like I never did before.
Its for you I wait and wait...even though I just get to watch you from miles apart, from the t.v set that caters to so many, I feel like I am there....monitoring you, watching myself in the big screen at the court......
When you play...... it is sublime magic and as the day grows and more of it unfolds I can't wait to get enough....I crave for more, satisfy myself with reruns when the live diappears.......
and now, when you are gearing to battle it out for one last time......I feel the heat again
I am jittery, I am nervous............its the same thing again.....
This time though......my prayers are as if my life depended on it!!!!!!

my pensiveness

Walking upon a winding path,
Treading on the dry leaves,
My thoughts question me a lot,
My mind and heart totally bereaved!!!

Morns and Nights grievous,
Afts and Eves suddenly obscure,
Deeds and actions atrocious,
Life in an uncalled primordial fear!!!

The sun in an eclipse,
The moon, utterly new...
Will the world get a glimpse?
Oh, will the light pass through?

The rain like acid,
The breeze like gale...
Plants and trees gone....land like arid,
Will goodness once again prevail?

Thus, I trudge 'lone...
Wondering the past and present undone...
Life is a game, some say...
But with some's life, why to play?

my pathos.......

I grew up in the dustbin,
My life destined to be a ragamuffin,
No one to bother about me,
No one to hear my unspoken plea,
I am sad, tired and weary,
My days and nights are dark, lonely and dreary,
My arms and legs long for rest,
My aching body daily put to test....
I want some peace and quiet,
And some broad daylight......
Someone to take care of me,
Someone to fill me with happiness and glee,
I just want to be treated kindly,
And not to turn away from me blindly.......

why my country?

Bomb blasts everywhere ! any day , any place, any time nowadays we can expect a bomb blast !!! The country which has never done any harm to anyone why is everyone hell bent on harming it? What have the people of this country done to beget such a fate. Inspite of all this we bounce back which, I think angers our attackers even more ! The actions by these fanatics not only spoils their name but also the name of their religion,their people and their God[no God will justify such cruel and merciless actions]. These things used to happen in Srilanka in the early and mid-nineties; in the West Bank between Israel and Palestine; but were'nt and are'nt these wars openly acknowledged? India has never gone and attacked anyone openly or by way of a veil? so why do this? the answers to these questions I think, only time will tell.....and till that time comes, I guess we have to face whatever comes and face with bravery and spirit, the spirit that is so resilient within us !!!!
JAYA HE !!!!!!