Death is the final journey,
Breaking the heart of many...
Its Unpredictable
Its unavoidable
Is inevitable...
A permanent sleep
Making all weep...
Death is relief,
A relief from problems and unwanted belief;
A freedom,
Transcending beyond this world to the other kingdom!!
Thursday, 9 April 2009
Monday, 16 February 2009
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!
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!
Monday, 15 December 2008
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!
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!
Monday, 1 December 2008
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'!!
Thursday, 13 November 2008
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!!!!!!
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!!!!!!
Monday, 10 November 2008
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?
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.......
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.......
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