I am a girl
with my clothes partially torn,
You know why? Because
‘Street kid’ has been my identity,
When I opened my eyes after I was born.

‘Studying and learning in schools’,
Our people can’t afford.
Hallucinated when watches the rich peers,
Who sets their mind for future flying to  abroad.

None pays us much of their attention,
Neither of our oldies are served with any pension.
Since considering we people as the ‘minorities’
The richer themselves refers as the first ‘Priorities’

Hear my loudest cry,
Eyes has became critically dry.
Body seems to be thinner day by day,
Cause the tummy isn’t full everyday.

Nobody pour their love loads,
By giving us a blissful kind stare.
Wondering where have been our gods,
Irrespective of many angry glare.

Why to throw the extra food,
All away?
If it can prove to be good,
By serving someone’s dish for a day!

We often get time to sleep,
As broken pieces can be felt inside very deep.
Even though we play
With friends on the heap,
Of dumps.
Our livelihood is cheap,
Living as clumps in our respective homes
Which the people on the seventh sky called popularly as “SLUMS

Lot of folks around me
Still talk with anticipation..
Crawling there way in…
They eye my pertinence..

Enduring my quiteness…
I let the moment go..
Kinda remain dumbstruck..
daunted by my own soul..

I assent the way I am..
Awaiting another impediment..
On my thoughts of being awake..
To reply the ever chanting birds..

They still think..
I am unheard of current extant..
Feeling sorry for me..
They curse my existence..

But I still enjoy..
The calm and composure of being quiet..
Though others feel I need to be fluent..
To grab the lime light..

“Expression” They say..
obliges the world to welcome you..
And I still admire this rhyme
To be the manifestation of aforesaid prime..

Yeah..thats true..
My words speak after they are written..
And I stand in chance..
With this manner of expression..

And I like the way I am..
Creeping back after being meticulous..
Stating cluster of folks now..
The depth of my imagination..

The “Silence” thus makes me feel better..
Giving in-depth of every matter..
It helps me stand flatter..
Utmost to glitter my inner manner…

This Poem is based on the sketch uploaded along with it.. Couldn’t think of any other title than this one truly depicting the origin of poem and also the loneliness of lad gazing down.., thus depicting the sketch also..:

Glancing from the tree’s crest
Sidelined by the dimensions of piece
Happiness just flattered for a moment
After taking the rest in peace

With wooden swings swivelling
And the girl accompanying the left wing
Happiness did squander the moment dreaming
Being assured of bliss privileging

Squaring its eyes now
Adamant to move as in the same phase of dreaming
Happiness did find itself missing..
The past elements of human whispering

Gazing down in despair
Heaving the loss of pair
Happiness tried to give another stare
But found the scenario hardly rare

With the left swing down in open
And the creeper holding the ropes which were broken
Happiness sighed the back of the lad and smiled..
Hanging his head down he seemed fragile

Smile?? Coz the sketch missed its element for a while?
Or coz the sketch didn’t put the spectrum in style?
Although the sketch was still monotonous in black and white..
Even then why the happiness smiled on a fragile?

It was a virtual sketch and virtual eye..
The happiness was virtual and so was the smile..
But the creators were nothing but real you and I
So the real happiness did smile..
On nothing but the another piece of a pile..

Woods are dark and deep

Like my feelings and Lazy sleep.

Silent breeze blowing around my ear

Making soft noise, a little whisper.

Cloudy fog is on their way

trembling hands hardly finds their way.

I think winter is on their way.

The mind is numb,
The world is low.
The sky above looks so blue.
When I look above, I am full of faith.
It leaves a choice to remain within.
I roll, I blink. I continuously see.
I feel the love pouring down upon me.
This sky reveals an infinite love that comes down upon me from far above.
This blue wide sky becomes so dark.
The white spot light appears like stars.
These glorious stars are full of faith.
They whisper me a sound deep felt.
I wonder, feel. I experience bliss.
I am mesmerized with the inner fill.
This fill is pink and full of gold.
It leads me to a path untold.
This path has lotuses placed in line that tells me to shine too bright.

I will shed my wings,

Before you cut them short;

I will hold my tears,

Waiting for the draught;

Now at the cornerstone of the endless abyss,

I try to take a step and reach out in the dark—

Lost with no direction, my heart aches;

“Was it forever that dark?”, I question myself,

While some own the infinite waters of the sea,

some wish to buy the hatred of its salt…..

While some even force the dead end to start,

some even put the smooth ride to halt……!

 

While some own the treasure of creativity,

but they wander everywhere for no reason……

While some don’t even know who they are,

still they bear most of  fruits,every season……..!

 

While some are aware of the wrong path,

some even take the silly-hilly roads…….

While some are born to be stress-free,

some are just prone to have heavy loads.

Seasons of Life

Sitting in my balcony, I felt the agony

Of changing seasons, without any reasons

Alike the different and difficult phases of life

Creating a situation full of strife

 

Spring brings a season of happiness

That dwells on the idea of childhood madness

All the flowers come back on the tree

Making your surroundings full of spree

 

Then arises a scorching sun called summer

This never lets a child slumber

Adolescent is the age of rebellion

That teaches to change colour like a chameleon

 

Now is the turn of magical monsoon

This extracts you out of your ideal cocoon

Adult is the age of all the wisdom and pain

That drenches your system in the rain

 

Pre winter is the season of confusion

If it’s summer or winter, is permanent state of delusion

Unable to decide whether you are young or old

All your childishness and intelligence gets paroled

 

Here comes the season of chilling winter

Giving you a thrill of death and quiver

The opinionated old age is actually overrated

Attention and fear gets conjugated

 

Autumn sheds all reasons of your existence

Crossing all the limits of your developed resistance

It releases your life from the entire wrath

And let you sleep peacefully in death.

 

 

 

Packing the tickets in an envelope,

She envisioned her despondency

Whenever she saw her

Parents sacrificing their private

Holiday trip for the coinage,

Compensating the extra expenses and

College fees for her; every time

Her father would say,” I’ll take

Your mother directly on the Europe

Tour next year, what’s in India to see?”

And each time she’d know it’s not

About the places but money;

Instead of gifting the envelope to her

Husband for their honeymoon, she

Decided to send it to her parents’ address

Fulfilling their surreal dream to go

On the Europe Tour someday, feeling

Warm, content and happy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Punctuation.

 

Ever since I met you I believed I have only learnt the

Art of using correct syntax (what we call

Grammar but I am a coder so) and words in

Sentences, but I apprehended now that beyond

I gained the skill of moving on with a heavy

Heart, you taught me it is stupid to be

Poignant, monotonous, melancholic and miserable

All the time and made me realise that the only

Full stop (.) in our life should be when we stop

Breathing, otherwise, after a particular phase

Just put a comma (,) and let the flow maintain in

Addition to the testimony of the fact you introduced,

I to this free verse poetry, you made me ask questions

To satisfy my curiosity and imparted me the concept of

Question mark (?); then you juxtaposed

Two independent events of my life replaced the dot

With a semicolon making me flabbergasted and

Thoughtful, that it is really possible to not to use

Full stops anywhere and still are able to write a

Whole poem or prose, I aspire to always remember

The language you taught me and hope that we never

Face a full stop in our friendship too; So, I’m ending this

Poem rather with ellipses……….

 

 

 

 

 

 

****

Cracks crawling silently,

Down to the heart.

spreading slowly,

Silent noise of tearing apart.

The world is on the edge of disaster.

intolerance leads to our fall!

****

– Anjali

Ye mana dil jise dhunde
Badi mushkil se milta hai
Ye mana dil jise dhunde
Badi mushkil se milta hai
Magar jo thokare khaye
Bina manzil se milta hai

Chalo baithe ho kya bekar
Kisnamat ke duhraye par
Chalo baithe ho kya bekar
Kisnamat ke duhraye par
Wahi rasta hia jo
Tumhare dil se milta hai
Ye mana dil jise dhunde
Badi mushkil se milta hai
Magar jo thokare khaye
Wahi manzil se milta hai

Agar dushman koi tofan
Uthaye bhi to kya parvha
Agar dushman koi tofan
Uthaye bhi to kya parvha
Safina rund kar tufan ko
Sahil se milta hai
Ye mana dil jise dhunde
Badi mushkil se milta hai
Magar jo thokare khaye
Bina manzil se milta hai.

Behna h pani ki tareh, jaha se chau nikal saku,
Dekhe mujhe jo, koi parwana,ek nayi soch ,ek naya ,josh de saku,
Chahe kitna bhi ho aage band rasta ,na ruksaku,
Jab tak na mile manjil,na thaku ,
Pakar bhi us manjil ko,age badh saku,na thaku na ruku,
Atmavishwash se bharkar, apne dar ko hara saku,
Dilleri k sath jiu aur apni manjil paa saku,
Behna h pani ki tareh, jaha se chahu nikal saku.

Last leaf fell at last

No thunder or wind flow that night

Snow or rain, nothing did fall

Neither there was any fight

But, the last leaf have fallen

Hope is just wiped out.

 

Is there any painter?

Who can paint last leaf for me.

So that I can take breath in its air

So that hope can survive.

They said I cannot fly
cannot grown wings
and touch the sky
I wanted to prove them wrong
so I took to the sky
and leapt.

Today let it rain,

I wanna cry in rain,

and make you understand that you,

make my life in vain.

Sometimes when there is evening ,

Come into my  heart .

you bother me sometimes,

somtimes you make me cry .

 

Your name in my heart ,

had been written over the centuries ,

aspire to your love ,

MEER  would be God ..

…atr

Once upon a time there were two destined lovers, but there fate never let them met.

They still care for each other, still try to talk to each other.

But the times for them were not always right.

They cried in the end. But the boy didn’t care.

He was the bad guy.

They suffered a lot in the end.

But never did they show.

The boy died many times.

He left the girl alone.

And she was the true face of life.

But the boy left the girl.

For he could not face, that what he has done.

He lived an alone life, even after having everything in life.

But he lost his trust and love on her.

And the girl, she, I don’t know maybe remembers him sometime.

The boy made that girl cried many times.

Made her, into a sad face.

Once upon a time, they lived.

But the fate…lever let them met.

 

And the end is still lingering over their fate?

The sentence behind the ICU is

They have already taken the life out of him and are taking him to the ICU to see if they can take it further.

The sentence behind the concept of nurses and sisters is

Every sinister design requires sister participation.

The sentence behind the organ transplant and the operating table is

The lifetime of an organ is equal to the length of the operating table i.e. equal to 15.

Defining a doctor

A doctor is one who sees life in a compartment.

That is to say he compartmentalizes your life.

A doctor’s hobby:

To have a last word or a final sentence in everything, in every matter, on behalf of everyone.

A psychiatrist is one who wants to take the first opportunity to pronounce a patient mentally unstable.

There has been no doctor who has ever pronouced his patient fit.

There has been no psychiatrist who has pronounced his patient anytime as mentally fit and mentally sound.

A doctor’s mind is a diseased mind that sees and talks diseases in obnoxious words and terminology

That is best described as medical terms.

With the names of the diseases obnoxious too.

An impossible for a doctor:

To put up a board outside his dispensary, hospital or place of practice,

You come to me once, you won’t come back to me again (does not mean that the patient is dead)

Most popular abusive term is to call someone mentally unstable.

The course of treatment prescribed by a doctor is known as an Obstacle Course of treatment.

A doctor to this day remains an untouchable of the professional system.

The doctor is unfit to give food to anyone.

If you eat food given to you by a doctor

You will have to take treatment from him or his like.

Never take a morsel offered even free from a doctor.

An example:

An ENT will talk in a manner that you always have itching inside your ears.

2nd example:

Normal pest control on street is usually sufficient

If there is a pathology lab around, mosquitos might just enter your house.

Ultimately a doctor belongs to

An untouchable community

A diseased community

A doctor can touch you

You cannot touch a doctor untill you get the better of him.

 

 

Two Indian Gentlemen

Define, promote and drive the English economy

Their names are Nadeem Khan

And recently Lalit Modi

Ever since Nadeem Khan

Famous for the Nadeem Shravan blend of music

Left the country

Our country has been falling short on the musical movies

India’s loss has been Britain’s gain

Nadeem can be forgiven for a crime he committed

In killing a really nice man Gulshan Kumar

Who must have had the agenda of making charity into a religion

For charity always remains a charity.

Lalit Modi too can also be forgiven

For he is one businessman who can break all norms

In his quest to do better business

And he has nearly made all his confessions

And he kept a palace fuctioning

If Nadeem Khan

And Lalit Modi

Come back to India

And are granted safe residence in India

The fall of UK is certain

Nobody will even talk about that country in future.

Two Lion hearted Indians are at the moment in hiding in UK

 

‘On an undefined path

isolated thoughts are growing, 

I often ask this question to myself

that…Where am i going? 





I do own a bunch of relations, 

so do I have friends, 

still my heart seeks for those

who dissolve together like true blends.





this odd journey of mine

seems so long, 

I don’t know how my destiny takes me, 

where I belong.





the childhood dreams had gone

I don’t know where, 

yet trying hard to justify my existence, 

somewhere to be there.





that road is rough and dry, 

all I see is an endless horizon, 

the distance is yet to be covered, 

feeling helpless as this world is soaked in illusion.





My boat is battling a midst waves

and all that matters now is, how fast am I rowing, 

still wondering is it this a true path

where I am going…? 

There are 15 or 16 major servers

That provide internet services to the world

These servers are known as root nameservers

And are spread across North America and Europe

The root nameservers in North America are in USA and Canada

Mexico has no knowledge about it

And so the USA wants to build a great wall to block Mexico

In Europe, there may be many places where the root nameservers are located

These are definitely present

In Germany and the European part of the former USSR.

Any hacker who has the ability to repeatedly bring down all these servers

That may be Windows, Unix, Linux or an Apple OS

Or some other new OS

Knows hacking completely

Inside out and has reached the end of his hacking career

For there is no more American technology

To learn, other than bringing down the main servers.

 

 

The Original Operating System (oos)

Were the ones that worked in the command line

And from the command line.

Today’s oos or Obscure Operating Systems

Work behind the scenes

Behind the foreground

We know not what feelings they bring

How tempting they may be making people

The addiction to porn

The desire to see porn

Might just be synonymous with Microsoft Windows

Or some American Oos

And may fade away from people

Or desert them, once this American OS

Is changed to an Indian OS

Just thought about this yesterday

Failed to write it

Or key it and it was shaped into some Magic

Blown out of poroportion

By my Jain neighbours

Who make full misuse

Of a good man’s incomplete thoughts

That have not fruited.

 

Game of titles

Game of words

Game of sentences

Game of chance

Game of choice

Game of compulsion

Game of smartness

Game of dicy

Game of dirty

Game for fight

Game to finish

Game for more

Game everyday

Game on

Let the Games…..

Lord Krishna’s divine words

From the Bhagvad Geeta

Lord Krishna’s divine play

Called the Ras-leela

Has leaked out to NASA

As Ras

Called Rocket Science

Atomic Science

Subatomic particles Science

And leela nothing but Mercury Rising

When Madam Curie

Was there on the scene

The only sentence

That the alien nation

The USA has learnt

From Bhagvad Gita

Despite the ISKCON

Is that there is a sentence behind everything

All research, all physics

Is based on finding out every sentence

Behind every atom, molecule, granule, module, DNA and all particle

In a complete all particle research

In the laboratories

Of the USA and Europe

The Alien Nation

And the alien continent

On this planet of apes.

 

 

 

The varied poems today

Vary in subjects

From love to friendship

And all varied emotions

Language simple to complex

And any number of stanzas and verses

You choose your yardstick

For the best poem

A poem that is simple

Or has a language tough

Using tough and difficult words

Or a poem that conveys

A new idea

And betters understanding

Or a poem that is filled with love and romance

Or one that is a story being told.

All the same

Choose your best poem for the month

And give your reasons for the same.