HAPPY-GO-LUCKY

As I walk down memory lane

A swarm of memories flash by

Of carefree days when life was simple

This reminiscence makes me deeply sigh

I miss those happy innocent days

When dad was my only hero

When drinking meant chocolate milk

When failing meant getting a zero

When getting high meant on a swing

When dropping an ice cream was our deepest sorrow

When the only things broken were our toys

When goodbyes meant only till tomorrow

When love was mum’s hug

When getting hurt meant skinned knees

When cheating meant skipping nos in hide and seek

When our worst enemies were our siblings

When blackmail meant throwing a tantrum

When running from cockroaches almost got us killed

When the only worry was completing home work

When crying got our wishes fulfilled

These were the blissful and memorable days

That have so soon turned into years

We don’t get to be a child again in life

We just remember the memories in silent tears!

On Writing Poetry

I think, as upon my bed I lay,
Why do I feel so lethargic?
(What lame verse this ,you may well say,
Sad failure at being iambic)

Longfellow, Tennyson,Keats and Wordsworth,
How did they find it so easy?
To put pen on paper,and have words rush forth,
Making sense,also fitting a rhyme scheme!

I try conjure up thoughts to record,
To inspire a burst of poetry
My mind’s in a rut, nothing strikes a chord,
And I drift into a nap of winks forty.

My dreams, as they are,no ideas bring,
Filled with chaotic plots and confusion,
I dream of nothing worth describing
Nothing which merits mention.

A whisper on the wind tells me
“Write of war and glory.
Bloodshed and gore have always been-
Of great interest, and also make a good story!”

“Nah”,I think,”What do I know of war?
I was born after the Kargil!
And even if I did,I would not mar
Peaceful thoughts with evil.’

“Then talk of love and heartbreak”,
It says, “it’s bound to be inspiring,
Reading it may well help make
A new love story, still budding.”

“No”,I say, “ my heart’s not broken
For love I’ve yet not known,
And I’d rather be famous and spoken
Of,as a happy poet,than forlorn.

Then, on the window my eye falls,
And I glance at the garden below,
The breeze,blowing softly,calls
Out to me,lovingly caressing my brow.

And I think of joys I have known,
Of experiences good and funny,
Of trials passed,good deeds done,
And the blessings gifted by many.

And so,I finally decide to write,
About things which make me happy,
Which may lift someone’s spirit upright,
And prevent them from going crazy.

Need me? :)

When you feel lonely,

Desperate, hopeless & alone..

Turn around and you will find,

That you're always on my mind.

When you feel rejected,

Oppressed, humiliated, or dejected;

Open your eyes, and you will see...

That you fill my world with glee!

When you feel defeated,

Down, depressed or cheated;

Take my hand & to you, I will show

How you brighten the world with your glow.

When you want to cry,

To kick the walls down, or just die..

Rest your head on my shoulder,

I will help you lift all of life's boulders.

When you feel angry,

Hatred, madness, or just crazy;

Put your heart at ease, and feel

My love for you: pure, deep & real.

:)

Delusional

No where to run,

No where to hide.

Stuck in a dilemma ,

Which is determined to paralyze,

Every single cell in your body

And is keen to jeopardize

Your hope to freedom

where contentment,thou shall find...

Behemoth

When the last tear, drops

when at last, the silence breaks

when the final tremor, stops

the beast from its slumber, awakes

that last refuge you use

can contain me no more

its time the world saw you

for who you truly are

the embers glow in the distance

you have come a long way

blazing a path of vengeance

while I kept the hurt at bay

you know who you were

I know what you have become

you gave into your fear

and granted me freedom

By the powers you crave

you shall sate my hunger

bow down my Slave

for now... I am your Master!

Not well developed.. but giving it a shot :)

The emptiness I feel,

I wish to get rid of..

In the presence of God, I kneel,

Praying for calm and relief.

Troubled thoughts... loneliness.

I need a friend, a hand

To comfort, shake off the scary thoughts.

I am in dire need.

I strain my eyes, look for

A light.. from heaven, I wish!

I sit in silence, tears streaming,

The solitude of the altar, I relish.

Gooseflesh, memories of glory days.

I wish to relive... impossible.

In dark times, hopeful rays...

Until my mind says, "Not plausible".

I let the silence wash over..

I don't feel so lonely anymore.

But, the emptiness I feel

May be so for evermore.

Indolent Protest

I sit and wonder why my mother says,

‘Be truthful, kind and good always’

When it seems that everybody tries

To convince me that easier is vice.

I sit and wonder why teachers taught

That morals were worthy; weakness to be fought

When it seems that the real world prefers

To treat them as tales for children’s ears.

I sit and wonder why those stories heard,

Spoke of truth triumphing all,

When it seems that the rest of the herd,

Have given up and let evil befall.

I sit and wonder why I sit and wonder,

What help will only thoughts render?

When it seems that the few who do think so

Do naught but quietly sit and mourn.