IT WILL SOME DAY

A strange feeling from inside,
The insecurity in me,
My existence wants to hide,
No one is able to see

Before death and after birth,
My life is a mere interlude,
I am born on this earth,
To find nothing, but solitude

My thoughts are alone,
For your thoughts, they crave,
For you, my love,
One last kiss, I want to save

My heart beats alone,
For your beat, they crave,
For you, my love,
One last hug, I want before the grave.

To breathe is a pain,
It really does hurt,
My mind goes insane,
My body goes inert

With your eyes, beauty I see,
Blind in life, how can I be?
With every word that I speak,
In my legs, I go weak

I am all alone, set me free,
O death, why do u betray me?
With fate, I don’t agree,
Every second is an agony

My tears are tired, my soul scarred,
O death, please take me away,
Maybe, if I keep trying hard
It will some day

Maybe, if I keep trying hard
It will some day

OUT TO TAME THE TRAFFIC SNARLS

I finally gathered courage; courage to wade through the old city traffic during the peak hour. I felt like a warrior, a young and an inexperienced one at warfare, out to wage a battle against the tyranny of the four wheelers and heavy vehicles.

After a few tense moments and a deep breath, I look at my partner (my bike) and asked “Do you think you can go through this ordeal? You look pretty sick, you need energy (Petrol)". I was put at ease by the reply I received." My energy lies in the hands of my master. I am confident that I will be utilised in a manner which postpones the proposition of you walking me to the doctor (petrol pump)." I checked my partner’s pulse, put on my helmet saying out a small prayer.My confidence at high levels; grabbed his hand and off we were to the battle field.

Our first brush with danger was with one four wheeler. He drew first blood. He tried to squeeze us from the side.We eyed each other, exchanged tirades. All the while, I advised my partner to have patience, "We will dominate him, he is heavy and we are stronger". And finally we did overpower him to leave him behind, but not before we became a victim of his most dangerous weapon, vehicle exhaust.

Gaining confidence, we reached the next stage in the battle, traffic stops with the watchmen in white, guarding them. It was a cake walk for us. I was kind of very intelligent for a young warrior. I applied strategy, took shortcuts and U turns on the slightest opportunity. Then we came across road blocks, the most gruesome part of the battle. My partner puffed and panted and we finally squeezed through.

Aah, finally, I could see my destination. I reminded myself, the battle is not won yet. I have to return to my base with the prize catch. I patted on my partners back and said “Let’s do it again, I am proud of you" He beamed with pride, a beam so powerful that blinded the enemies.

With relative ease, we were back at our base, Victorious. The enemies were now ranting and honking at our valor. We made them taste dust. With the bruises and stains of the battlefield, I looked into my partners eyes, could see him blink with appreciation.

I sang along my victory song "Hum Hogaye Kaamiyab, Is Dinnnn...”, and offered myself for someone to come and hug me; Alas, could find no takers.

I won my small battle but I am pretty sure that there is a bigger war ahead. So,battlefield, throw me a challenge and Ill enjoy locking horns with you.

ENTERTAINMENT QUOTIENT FROM THE LOONIES

A very good morning, am sitting on the table with my breakfast; I just could not help mocking and using swearwords. The reason being, two statements, that caught my eye on the front page of the daily newspaper. "Lalu admits lapse in security, no machines at stations to check what is inside luggage", "Britney`s hair could fetch millions”. My logic did comprehend as to why this piece of news was given the same font size as the train terror attack news that killed 67 Samjhauta Express passengers; Its got to do with this word that the current world can`t do without; 'Entertainment'.

That raises a very valid question, Is news dead? Is news giving way to entertainment? "Bombs were crude chemical cocktails", "Bodies were badly charred", “Compensation of 10 lakhs for kin...." sharing equal heading space and entertainment quotient with the statements that depict Lalu`s and Britney`s brain malfunctions.

It was when I heard "Mama, Britney ka shot maloom pada" (If you are wondering about the language, yes, I am Hyderabadi) from the fourth different individual today, I realized Lalu and Britney have a lot in common.They both get on my nerves and that they have a knack of pulling absurd statements from nowhere.They pull something else too, Britney pulls her head hair out whereas our Lalu pulls his ear hair out.

Britney; what was she trying to do? Get a tatoo on her wrist and her hip, and woo a bald alien? It surely does demonstrate that a meltdown does not negate the part of her brain responsible for maintaining her dumb aesthetics. Britney Spears Foundation might get $100 million richer but she might lose a 100 million brain cells with her act.

Samjhauta Express, a train that crosses the border, demands tight security 24*7; and our Lalu comes up with a statement "no machines at stations to check luggage". Pathetic. Simply pathetic. What is he doing with the railway allotted money? Pushing it up his fodder strewn a**? Is he not as responsible as a terrorist in claiming those lives?

As for terrorists, its celebration time, for they made their presence felt with a few more innocent lives.

They won’t cease, will they? "Entertainment" lives on for ‘terrorists’ be they masked or unmasked.

CAN`T LEAVE THEM BEHIND

You are walking on the beach, holding her hand,
where the golden surf cries out for land,
The heavy winds, dictates the fragile sand.

A sky, infinite, azure, motionless overhead,
The restless waves, boisterous and widespread.

You look at her;
an unrelenting grace,
the deepness, her eyes, the charm on her face;
Music of the ocean, the waves and their sound;
a peaceful smile, thoughts profound.

The gentle caress of the breeze across her face,
Not an illusion, certainly, the heart’s pace,
you pull her hair aside, very neat;
The gentle caress of the waves across her feet.

She looks at you;
fragile thoughts, comfortable, silent awareness;
simple actions, embrace, pure energy of being;
senses numb, feelings, content and security;
All drowning, drowning in her ocean, of love.

With every dream within reach,
the ocean comes in to kiss the beach.

A boat, far away, enticing the horizon,
memoirs written and hearts drawn;
Nothing but the ocean for miles, seen hardly;
Just the sunlight, and rejuvenating warmth,
of her presence, shining,
shining calmly.

As is fate, the time does not last,
your soul cries as she departs.
Soft tides, as you look back, and gaze,
footprints, water does gently erase.

Reliving the memory and keeping your solitude,
The footprints , inerasable, On the beach,
In your mind;
CAN`T LEAVE THEM BEHIND!!!
CAN`T LEAVE THEM BEHIND!!!

STUCK IN A MOMENT

This poem was written by a college friend. It's sad I met him just once in person and he left this with me.

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You are looking up to see,
The splendid stars shining down;
Not a twinkle upon the sea,
A still wave, their ripples bound

Feeling the stillness, the cold
of the night, the trees, the wind;
their movements sold
Not a whisper in the dark
More than you, the silence bold

And a butterfly just a little far
pasted in the air, striving for motion
The beauty being in its struggle
waiting for the moment to pass

At last, you look into her eyes
feeling her hand, an everlasting bond
The patience dominating
daring the moment and its highs

Reading an epic,in her eyes,
in a moment,before it ends

Then it passed and she blinked,
in your arms she did sink

The waves roared and so did the trees
The butterfly flew and so did the time
And as you get up to leave, in your mind,
you still sieve
were you better off,
STUCK IN THAT MOMENT!!!!!

NO MORE TO LOSE

Half my life, spent, robot I was,
lots achieved, something missing,still
I see her, I dont know what to say
A spark, the need, the goodwill

A beautiful day, emotions, the longing,
The heart cries,the pain, the mind goes insane
I sway,dilemma, the selection,
I approach not,will there be, a rejection?

Fiction, I read not, romantic, no way,
why did this happen, can`t really say,
Pitiful my language, is this love?
"I love you", I said with a tear,
lost myself, the biggest fear

Still, the depth in my heart, does not fade away
The glory of togetherness; not here to stay
All feelings be superficial, I pray
machines, how good , they dont betray

Tear drops, the hurt has grown
Love is painful;feelings and emotions,
O Dear, you are not alone,
in the world of oceans

Alone , I want to be , O heart,
listen,best it is, than hurt, depart
O dear, realise you will , soon,
love someone, when, over the moon

I am happy, why should i not,
Achieved it though, at a cost,
everything is lost,

O dear, be in my shoes,
No more, there is, to lose
No more, there is, to lose

NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE

The protagonist with a candle stand in his shaking hand; makes himself cozy in a corner of the dark room. A pen and paper in his hand; finds solace in the weak glass panes battling the tyranny of the thunder at its prime. The screaming winds and the blazing lightning in total sync with the restless emotions in his mind.

Watching the rain outside, brings a feeble smile on his face, he sees a water drop coalesce with another of its kind.

Despair has its way.
As determined as possible, he writes "Meet We Shall". A headlight flashing at the window presents the impression, a mélange of raindrops waiting to be merged, on his paper. A tear striving to roll set against the light, speaking of intense feelings.

A gush of wind, the candle goes off. Completely numb, devoid of senses but the rush of emotions; Irony has its way. He pulls out a picture, a flash of lightning and he sees the picture of his love against the blue background, logic hopes.

A watery pool of tears accumulates, hoping for hope; he forces himself to sleep and dreams. As if he had his way, the rain stops and the winds tired. The moon peeps beyond the clouds and so does he. Above the clouds in the heavens,

He HUGS her and WHISPERS, "NEVER LEAVE ME ALONE"
And he was NEVER ALONE.

I WONDER

I wonder when the time would fall!
The time when there would be
no bitterness in the heart of all

On the lips of death, there would be laughter.
there would not be any sins thereafter

one day there would be life in the stones,
the time when mortals will stop making
monuments out of bones,
I perceive there would no longer be any moans

Mortals trying to search in the street of darkness,
forget that light is within them,
it is what they have got to learn to harness

one day criminals would shy,
one day death too would also quietly cry,
I wonder when the present would fly,
I sometimes wonder when that time would come by!

There would be storms raging in the deepness of the lung,
the lips would bear the silence of the dumb,
it is when the hatred would succumb
as if to life, happiness has been stung

i wonder when that time would come!!

INSEPARABLE ARE WE

Loads of wishes to a special friend
pleasure reigns as I ,these greetings send
your happiness should last till all things end

i am sorry i cant be with you today
when u should rule by the virtue of your birth
plz accept this tribute of mere words
poor substitute for all i am and have

In tough times , true it is hard
but what should i say about that smile
its time to rejoice in your own specialness awhile

Though I am not requesting but demanding
How else to make urself the celebration
Yet now you must endure my adoration

You might ask, why respect emotions
and why mingle
Let it go , i say, all things by a law divine
nothing in this world is single.

Doing this, to me does come naturally,
my friend..i am the mirror and your reflection in me
INSEPARABLE ARE WE!!!
INSEPARABLE ARE WE!!!