There was a Girl...

There was a girl who was my friend
She lived in my heart at the deeper end
She was the fellow to whom I cared
Betwixt us all sentiments were shared
Her eyes were beautiful just like sea
I knew she felt best with me
I can't forget her for a while
And yes she got a lovely smile
She was different, she was descent
And of course quite innocent
Things were obvious nothing to hide
She was my friend, she was my pride
We were very close, we were very clear
The world's apart, we were very near
Yes I liked her with all my days
She was best for me in all her ways
Only for her my sentiments were raised
But one day she told me that she is engaged.

Licensed Sin

Existence of Reservation is a foul way to win

In the context of today it’s a licensed Sin

Those who do less study, easily get the favour

It’s a great disappointment for those who do labour

We are living in India, a land of Educational Heritage

But now our education is going to reserved wastage

The creators have no knowledge that it will lead us where

Yes they are greedy people making their healthy share

Now if you can feel it deeply its a foul way to win

Therefore according to me it’s a licensed Sin.



NB: This picture above shows how Doctors were handled in Mumbai......Its sad !!

THE SECOND SUN

One day at once the Sun rose
No, not from the horizon, but from the mid city
Sunbeams had fallen
No, not from the sky, but from the burst Earth
The shadow of Humans became directionless and spread everywhere
It was fact that the Sun had not risen from the east that day
It was thrown from the flying Machine in the center of the city and spread its kingdom everywhere
As if the spokes from the wheel of hell were spreading
That Sunrise and Sunset of a little while was such a hot period
That it dried that afternoon too
The shadow of Humans were not lucky to lay long on the Mother Earth
People on the whole steamed away
From the burning day Zone
That shadows could still be found on the horrified stones
Who witnessed the day?
The Sun created by Man
Just steamed the man away.

Note: This poem is composed on the nuclear attacks at Japan in World War-2 by America.

A CRITICAL EXPERIENCE

One day I was sitting alone in my room
A day of June in afternoon
The windows were closed to stop the Loo
My Air cooler was shouting on I don't know who
Betwixt all those noise a silence was spread
A silence so haunting as someone is dead
All at once I heard a knock on the door
Although I was not willing I step on the floor
But when with my dizzy eyes I looked out
I found no figure small or shout
Only sight seen is flying dust
Only sound heard is singing gust
I felt angry on someone
Either he has knocked for purpose or in fun
I shut the door and returned my place
I don't know why but I touched my face
I tried to go back to that silence again
But my efforts to get the lost peace was in vain
I discovered that I was not all alone this time
As I felt a touch on my spine
Yes, it was something that touched my soul
Which made my body tremble on a whole
But with time I understood that guy
To know him more I closed my eye
But unfortunately I felt asleep
And grabbed by dreams which were very deep
I saw in my dream that someone is in danger
Yes, he was my acquaint not a stranger
But what came next is in confusion
No, this is not the last conclusion
At seven in eve I heard a knock again
This time it was a lad from other lane
The hot news he gave me made me as cold as ice
I lost in afternoon someone who was very nice
One who had friendship bond with me as hard as rock
Was taken away far by an electric Shock !!

DIFFERENT FROM CROWD

Waves, the forceful, chanting waves curious and eager
Gives us courage to fight the danger
The Gigantic effort can make a person rise to Zenith
Making him World's Greatest Personality
The best examples are the Waves
The beautiful picturescape of Mighty
They never care for others and provide laborious efforts
In spite of the full chance of getting hurt
Some individuals may address it as foolishness and an urge to succeed
But stagnancy removes taste from life and to the dullness it can lead
When God has acquainted us with this skill
Then why shouldn't we rise as high as cloud?
So that all should gaze with astonishment And we may look Different from Crowd
Many impediments, many hindrances lie in our path but
Warm bloodiness and courage is youth's fashionAs ultimately it can only fulfill our Imagination.

Write Your Destiny

With whole heart of courage
Step in your future life
It’s not the bed of roses
Its an edge of sharpen knife
Life is full of adversaries
Quite often we don't get fruits
You will never win by crying on things
You have to reach the roots
Don't get tired by doing your work
Find the comfort in strain
A labor done by whole heart never goes in vain.
Never get dishearten by failure
Still your boat can sail
There is no one in this world that will never fail?
Don't get exploited by anybody
You are in period of youth
And if you want a healthy life
Take the side of Truth.
Never leave your Books
They are immortal earning
The greatest men in world
Never give up learning.
Always try to be perfect
Thus you can make up your mark
Like the stars at evening
You will shine in dark.
Try to follow the tips of mine
They will change the world you view
And be assured one day
Your Destiny will be written by you.