Transiting

Two poems I wrote on my way to Leeds from Heathrow ... Its been a month and thought its high time i upload them ...

As I ride on this bus to a new place,

on this highway I can find a trace,

of the land from where i come.

the last few days seem to have run,

and brought me to where i havent been before,

I wonder what all is in store,

People whom I saw in pictures and know little about,

Will be the ones with whom I will talk and shout.

And the close ones I was with,

Whom I knew since I was a kid,

Wont be around for a while I think.

Atleast till I complete my stint,

At the place where I am going for knowledge,

About one year after my college.

Till then I plan to enjoy this time,

that starts on 11th September 2009.

Trying to make the most of I have,

And discover more of what I am.

As I pass,

These fields of green grass,

I think about the people I have left behind,

And the ones I am about to find,

Some of whom I loved more than myself,

And will be away for sometime I guess,

I wish I could be there in their hours of happiness and stress.

This is what makes me press,

Myself to give my best to everything in this new land,

So that soon I am there to stand,

With them as a better person,

Working smart, even if I am tiresome,

With all the people I am going to meet,

Together I am sure we can achieve any feat.

Now that the grass is turning yellow,

And before I turn mellow,

I will continue looking outside the window,

And think about all my gone and to be fellows.

Momenting

life changes in a moment...
each one has its own scent...
when you feel a whiff...
it gives you an urge to sniff...
or makes you wish for a blocked nose...
seems like water coming out of a hose...
making you wish the tap runs dry...
and all you could smell under the sky...
is the fragrance of the wet mud...
or of a rose that just came out of its bud...
both are fresh and make one happy...
even if the last moment was crappy...

Flying

And the bird wants to fly free,
Away from his nest and tree..

To reach where the horizon originates..
Hoping that peace for him waits,
when he reaches his destination..
Taking the Sun as his inspiration..
He flys all anxious but still sane,
On a path that his creator for him has made..
Believing and trusting the master loves him,
and takes him to where he may always win...
The lord sitting in the bird's place..
And for the bird promises to face..
All the troubles and give his little creation just happiness..
and peace; the life he dreamt of, nothing less..
The bird also promises he will give his best..
And to the master will leave the rest..

Then the bird will probably fly free,
Away from his nest and tree..

And reach where no one has reached..
Proving what he has always preached..
Is not impossible to to follow today..
If only you dont fall prey..
To what you should stay away from..
Inside you always know what is wrong..
Stop yourself just when the thought comes in..
You will always feel a voice from within ..
Reminding you of the right way..
What the bird says probably may,
or maynot work for you..
But the best way to walk it through..
The bird says, is to listen to the soul..
Sometimes even the elders have told,
This is what the bird did yesterday,
And now you see today,

The bird flies free,
Away from his nest and tree ...

Dedicating

Far away from where I stay,
I know someone unknowingly prays,
For my wellness and peace..
And her prayers till me reach..

I can feel each time she thinks of me,
I wish I could forever be free,
And be with her, by her side,
Together we both shall ride..
The horses of love and sanity..
and be together till the end of humanity..

Something I wrote thinking of someone I probably know or dont know..
Not sure.. But a few of my thoughts.. in a few words.. for the special one..

Rhyming

Sitting on the edge I felt a strong gust,
Making me feel of a presence august,
I was sure that it must,
Be someone who we all trust.
Although an atheist would have smelt fust,
Or would have thought it to be the dust.
But I as a believer will always degust,
this amazingly beautiful stardust.
Of the one, in whom I entrust,
who makes me to the situation adjust,
Always giving a decision that is just.
When I fall after someone's distrust,
Helps me to readjust,
and stand again, alone, but robust,
Punishing those who are unjust,
Also sometimes using thrust,
And in some extremes cases, simply combust,
Keeping me away from lust,
And if I am down, giving an upthrust.
Never do I reach a state of disgust,
All because of the one who made this crust,
And I hope, faith in him would never rust.

Remembering

Hi!! As my close ones know today is a very special day.
I would like to share with you a few poems.. One I wrote a few months ago remembering someone special.. and two I wrote probably when I was in 5th grade or 6th grade..


I start with the first one.. this one as mentioned above I wrote a few months ago..


Light that shines above my head,
is unable to reach my bed.
I thought, is this the part that led,
me to the beloved and the dead..
I could not cry,
Because there I could see the body motionlessly lie..
Not talking at all,
Someone thought I would faint and fall..
But then inside me is this person so strong,
someone hiding inside me since long..
Or probably since the time I knew him,
till the day ended our mortal link..
And I was left to think and just think, of someone love and admired,
When I saw my beloved grandfather on the funeral pyre..


Now this one i wrote sometime in 6th grade i think for a hasy kavi sammelan kinda thing ..thats what i can remember.. its in hindi..


Aajkal logo ko itni tension hai..
Ki sote huye bhi aadmi attention hai

Pandit ko pooja ki..
Musalman ko allah ki..
Bahut tension hai..

Bahu ko tano ki..
Mote ko khaane ki..
Bahut tension hai..

Cricketer ko note ki..
Minister ko vote ki..
Bahut tension hai..

Kuware ko biwi ki..
Bachche ko padhai ki..
Bahut tension hai..

Aajkal logo ko itni tension hai..
Ki sote huye bhi aadmi attention hai


Last but not the least.. this one i wrote I think for my grandfather.. when he was in bombay.. to call him here.. this one I wrote in I think 5th grade.. It is in pure Hinglish..


Come soon to Delhi,
I know it is very garmi..
But once we switch on the cooler, you will feel Thandi..
I assure you, you will not miss Mumbai..
We will take you ot many places,
if you want, we will take you to stadium where you have races..
At night we will chat and watch TV,
We will also go to the cinema to watch new movies..
This can only be done if you come in June,
Because my school will start after the end of june..
My birthday is also in the same 30 days,
We will make you happ yin many ways..



I dont know if this was complete.. whether the english is correct.. but just words..

Bashing

When life hangs in a balance,
and you feel you cannot afford to take a chance,
To try something you haven't tried till now,
Don't ever look down,
Because in the past you have failed.
But think of the one who is always hailed,
By one and all, the Great Almighty, I mean.
And believe that he has already seen,
you, that is, his child, to be successful,
Making you pull,
towards your being the best,
In the venture which is going to be your nest,
For a while; till you plan to use,
That which adds every moment, you never lose,
Experience; and think its just the same,
How could you be so lame?
To think this situation is no different,
Than the one through which you went,
Since it is just a thought,
But in reality, from the lot,
of the best, Lord chose this for you,
As a way, to make all your dreams come true...