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Let Go…

Posted: October 16, 2011 in So called Poetry
They say good things come to an End
Wonder if it was good or not, But
The time’s finally come
What I’m doing can’t be undone
My patience has been tested
For years, I’m feeling wasted
You gave your card, asked me to call
Expecting someday, somewhere I’ll fall
I may have my problems
But with you around, I cannot solve them
May be you are an Inspiration
Or a myth, or an illusion
The situation’s been this; I get stuck
And without you nothing struck
Times are changing and I gotta learn
The tricks that make an adult firm
Don’t shut the world from my eyes
For then I will not be wise
See through my perspective
And don’t be too protective
For I can think of nothing better
Than be the family trend-setter
Change’s the only constant
Trust me, this a’int just a stunt
Something in your heart will stir
If not, lemme make it a bit clear
Let Go..!!

I want to be..

Posted: October 10, 2011 in So called Poetry

I want to be a man

Who can drive a brazen maruti
Next to a blazing Ferrari Enzo

Who can say aloud sorry
ready to be blown

Who can make eye-contact
With the President

Who can stand strong
When naked

Who can give opinion to a Harvard graduate
Even if his degree disappears

Who can pose proudly
Next to Mr. Olympia.

Who can hug the hurt and needy
those whom the world mocks

Regardless of which lowly position I am in
I want to be able to say
To people in higher position
that these stratifications are based on our ephemeral values.

In fact, there is no difference
Between your conviction and mine.

I have lived my life
Devoted to my conviction.
And thus, I can stand proudly in front of you.

maybe you could explain
in words that i may understand
my stairway to heaven is more than just steps
but a dredging quest for answers
through the pumping in my veins
surprised? i am more than sober to describe
the ways of the world that others need not endure
unmerited this extravaganza
more than words can illustrate
perhaps i will think otherwise tomorrow
but for now, know this:
you don’t fucking know what its like
having a needle between your eyes
and being choked by your own lungs

Found this one posted as a Link by one of my friends on Facebook.
Someone took the effort to write this poem, someone I don’t know but someone I respect. I Just want to Forward this to as many people as I can. Somehow I find this one touching and want the people to understand the value of life and care of others towards us…

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn’t drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I’d get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, S
o responsible and sweet..

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn’t see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
“The other guy is drunk,” Mom,
And now I’m the one who will pay.

I’m lying here dying, Mom….
I wish you’d get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon..

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I’ll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn’t drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn’t think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I’m feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don’t think it’s fair.
I’m lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put “GOOD BOY ” on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I
would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I’m becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn’t drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

The Unsaid Love

Posted: April 6, 2011 in So called Poetry

I feel the agony, the endless pain, All that time had gone in vain
The day you came in my life,  Was like the clouds in full sunlight
The day I first saw you there, A junior girl waiting on the stairs
I was done by the way you smiled, Way u dread the ragging site

And we thrived there for years, Looked at u with smiles to spare
A little chit chat here n there,  Little glimpes n canteen glares
Staring you walking with friends,  Merry you,  in colorful trends
Days, Months n years went by,  I was there dreaming each night

Never had d courage nor the guts,To come to you n say those words
Alas I loved, and still I love,         And now I wish to do the reverse
You were there and I graduated, To move in life, the life I hated
Then the fate had its turn, Made us friends on the facebook front

I was happy once and again, The lost hope was there to be regained
And we chatted for long hours, And I was like the king of the hour
You told me things I still cherish, Leaving the old days in perish
The happiness lasted few odd months,  Self realization was upfront

He’s good,awesome somewhat great, li’l arrogant but a worthy mate
This is what you told me about,  and all i could do was laugh aloud
Wish you luck oh lovely lass,  You are the one no one can surpass
Thus ends the story of love unsaid, Few good memories in life I had



That one moment

Posted: December 16, 2010 in So called Poetry

What i won’t give for that one moment
the one that made me fell the splendour
the warmth, the love, the passion
the goodness of your compassion
the banyan tree and the road ahead
the school kids the dusty heads
the innocent laughter n summer brawls
running after kites and daily crawls
evening tea and the garden chores
the way we dressed the way we shone
chilly winters and corner store
buying cookies with rupee we stole
wish to be there just once more
wish to get that moment once more

I witness

Posted: December 12, 2010 in So called Poetry

And i witness
aye brother just like you i too witness
the pain, the cruelty, the humanity
more devastating than a war
more splendid than any art

thou want me to be more human?
aye brother i too want to be human
but in this life there are seldom
you ask me put that mask on
you want me to take all this on

Aye brother i too want it on
want to close eyes on faces forgone
want to be like the rest who move on
to kill the emotions, to kill the feelings
to smile on tears in ignoring

Aye brother you laugh me over?
their sorrow is not our share
their sufering we shouldn’t care
their hunger and their plight
why waste life on such a sight

Aye brother i’m a mere witness
aye brother i can’t be a success
alas i try, alas i witness
human vanity, human success
Aye brother i do witness

And She’s Happy…

Posted: December 8, 2010 in So called Poetry

There’s a girl who’s happy…
very soon she’s gonna marry
A wonderful bride she’ll make
and all angels will bake her cake

She was the one i used to love
She was the one who cheered me up
She was the joy, She was ahoy
She was god, she was the road

She was the one who used to cry
She was the one who made me smile
The devil smiled, i cried in vain
And she’s happy like wind in rain

There are promise that she made
there are dreams the we prepared
there is nothing that went wrong
may be she was not that strong

All i know is that she’s gone
and there is pain i have to borne
I too’ll smile, won’t be crappy
for she’s gone and she’s happy


Posted: August 18, 2010 in So called Poetry

Just found this mail from Manish (a fellow new joinee at Microsoft) in my mail box this morning.  For an instant thought of it as another one of those “mock engineers” posts, but this one was a bit different (don’t know about others but at least i found it that way)… Sharing it here:

I start my day by sitting on a chair,
giving my monitor a hard,cold stare,
by evening I’m done with another coding,
Oh! this has become a routine so boring.

Like all, I entered this field with great hope,
jobs were many and there was plenty of scope,
dreams of joining the likes of Gates,
and a chance to make money in the states.

Thus, I entered the world of bytes,
only to realise that reality bites,
coz a programmer’s life, isn’t all that cozy,
the bed of software, isn’t all that rosy.

Seeing the monitor all day n night,
have taken the power of my eyesight,
late to bed n late to rise,
has made me wealthy,
but not healthy n wise.

Working holidays, busy weekends,
no time for family, no time for friends,
my job steals most of my time,
helplessly, I watch this crime.

Just for few bits of money,
I forego those moments with my honey,
when I should be out – having fun,
I’m telling a comp, what’s to be done.

I hate u, yet I cant get away, coz,
I need the money u pay, god,
to thee I pray,
if there be one – show me the way.

P.S. All the credit goes to the original writer… (don’t want anyone poking me with copyright issues… alrerady have enough of code haunting me, depriving me of my sleep.)