Tuesday, February 24, 2009

a game

away, away
i fly
among the clouds
to play
hide and seek with them;
they give me a fright,
with louds thunders,
and bright light,
afterwards they laugh,
a rollicking laugh,
enjoying the game,
but i hate it so
very much
a tear drops
from my eyes,
another feather burnt,
another feather lost,
soon i will turn bald,
my line is thinning,
my skin shows,
oh!poor me,
oh!poor me,
the clouds don't show any mercy,
like a goon
they give me fright
time and again,
yet i play with them,
i fly among clouds,
for my love for soaring heights,
i do fly,
i do fly.

Monday, February 23, 2009

oh! my beloved books

one fine day
some termites decided to make a nest,
and the queen led them the way,
they found a cosy corner
in my beloved book shelf,
where my books were kept in an order,
by names of poets and authors,
to whom I referred to
day to day.

to my utter dismay,
my books were being eaten,
as they were their source of sustenance,
heart broken was I
as tears rolled down,
but I failed to wail at the sight,
for wrath had taken over
as I saw the extent of my disaster.

the collection on Keats was gone,
Browning laid half eaten,
Essays Of Elia was lost,
Baugh's philology succumbed to its fate,
Wordsworth was fully soiled,
for Paradise Lost:paradise was lost,
and in my mind was the urge to take revenge.

so I decided to kill,
every single one of them,
covering my face,
I attacked
with the anti-termite spray.
as if it was a guerrilla fight,
here and there they ran,
up and down on my hand,
biting forcefully as I yelled in pain.

at last they were vanquished,
mercilessly as I killed
each one of them,
thousands laid dead,
including their queen
some wounded,
waiting for their doomed fate,
and a victory smile appeared on my face,
along with a tear of loss,
for my books on poetry were lost.

how can I decide who lost and who won
at the end...............

Thursday, February 12, 2009

tagged by the meister

1. if your lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?

well i was betrayed once, it hurts a lot and you feel that's the end but life moves on.

2. if you can have a dream come true,what it would be?

rarely any of my dreams come true but if it is a particular dream then it would be travelling to Europe and visiting Rome and Greece.

3. whose butt would you love to kick?

there's many in the list. one day i will kick them all.

4. what would you do with a billion dollars?

simple answer: invest and travel.

5. will you fall in love with your best friend?

nahhhh...never, rather the opposite happened to me.

6.which is more blessed;loving someone or being loved by someone?

of course being loved by someone.

7. how long would you wait for someone you love?

all my life.

8. if the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?

nothing,but always be by the side of that person.

9. if you could root for one social cause what it would be?

i would rather root for two: illiteracy and social problems related to old age.

10. what takes you down the fastest?

hypocrisy and lies.

11. where do you see yourself in 10 years time?

as a published author.

12. what's your fear?

am afraid of fire. i fear that i might get burnt.

13. what kind of person do you think the person who tagged you?

a sweetheart at times, a nice person in general, with a acute disease of falling in love time and again.

14. would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?

well can't help it but be married and poor.

15. what's the first thing you do when you wake up?

stretch my arms and look at the time on the big wall clock.

16. if you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who will you choose?

the one who loves me.

17. will you give up all in a relationship?

yeah i will.

18. would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?

i might forgive but i will never forget.

19. do you prefer being single or in a relationship?

both has flaws but i would rather be in a relationship.

20. list of people to tag: kabir, rajtilak, abhinandan and supriya.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

the sky and the moon

the night was sombre,
the full moon was up high,
and the clouds floated
adorning the moon and the sky,
a thought came to my mind:
who was more beautiful that night?
was it the moon or the sky?

the moon laughed and said,
'of course it was I,'
the sky made a face and said,
' how could it be so
you shone with borrowed light'
the moon argued,
'but you remained dark without me
all through the night.
the stars were quite,
the clouds bore witness to the fight.

days passed in silence,
the moon was angry with the sky,
nor was the sky going to oblige,
their love was lost,
so was their harmony,
the stars were sad,
the clouds floated aimlessly,
the moon changed it's form
with each passing day,
and then came the night
when everything appeared dark,
the moon had forgotten to rise,
for it was new moon's day.

the sky missed the moon,
the moon missed it too,
but the sun came in the way,
then the clouds spoke aloud,
'the fight was useless,
why did you fight in the first place,
the sky was nothing without the moon,
the moon always had to shine on the sky,
they were made for each other
from the first day.'

the fight came to an end,
slowly the moon rose the next day,
and after fourteen days
came again the full moon day,
the stars twinkled happily,
the clouds were happy too,
the moon shone brightly in between them.

the night was sombre,
the full moon was up high
the clouds floated
adorning the sky and the moon
seeing their ethereal harmony,
all thoughts ceased to exist........

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

gone are the days

gone are the days
when i rode free on clouds
indulged in some bubble thought,
sometimes glancing at the rising sun.

gone are the days
when rain fell on a lotus leaf
and i captured the moment
in my memory.

gone are the days
when birds twittered,
and i by the window sill,
listened to their songs of love.

gone are the days,
when on a starry night,
the owl hooted
and my heart raced for the unknown.

gone are the days
when the full moon rose on the mountain top,
adorned by a garland of clouds,
and i hummed a tune,

gone are the days
when the little boy played his flute
at midnight, when all were fast asleep,
and i remained bemused by his muse.

now i dwell
among bricks and rocks,
where all is but concrete,
all i hear are horns of cars,
and i want to scream
in the acid rain,
which try to fade my memory.

i moved away,
away from my home,
the bubble thoughts,
the sunshine,
the rain,
the starry night,
the moon,
the flute,
the muse,
and now i live alone,
alone in the crowd.

alas! gone are the days.....