Straight from my heart...

I am publishing this post one day in advance...... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Today is the thirty first of December, A day that everyone does remember. Tonight we usher in a new year, We celebrate this special occasion, With everyone so dear As the clock strikes twelve, The lights are put off, The crackers are burst, Greetings are showered, And hugs are given. It’s a moment of pure bliss, A moment you otherwise miss. This instant we all cherish, Simultaneously, we also see, The effigy of the old man, Burn and perish. We say goodbye to the evil, And all its many a devil, We pray for a new era, a new age, A new beginning. We forget all the pain, all the rage, For the time-being, We enjoy this day, In a very pompous way To our celebration and manner, There’s certain amount of grandeur, Coz it’s indeed a new beginning, A new year, Where untravelled paths lay, And the path starts from today. The past year was good, Hope this one will be better. I wish there will be no interlude, To joy and happiness

Humans…!!! This is not exactly a poem but a few stanzas, written in a haphazard way…and I admit, it could have been better put…but I hope, I strike a chord with the readers, and hope what I wish to portray through the poem can be understood by all….cheers!! What are humans exactly, I do want to make out, I want to understand their race, In spite of them being complicated. Humans are known to be technology crazy, Always keen on experimenting and progressing, Yet, why do they cherish an obsolete gramophone, To add to the grandeur of the living room. Why do they dream to buy a brand-new Porsche, Yet they also cherish a nineteenth century wagon, Isn’t that known as duplicity… Humans are big-time hypocrites, Lectures are given to villagers, To stop being obsolete and superstitious, Yet, why does the city crowd read the astrology forecast daily, And why do they change their names, Just for the sake of numerology, Yeah, that’s nothing but two-facedness. Humans are heartless, As countless anim

Kicked out!! The poem describes the feelings of a person who was fired from his job recently… I have been in quite a shock, For the past couple of days. I am spending my time, Trying to retrospect, trying to understand, How did I get into such a sorry state. What went wrong with my life, Where did I lose focus and direction, And how did my life draw closer, To such a motionless still state. And why was I kicked out, That too, all of a sudden, I haven’t the faintest idea, I haven’t the smallest clue... Now, I keep blaming myself, For all that has happened. I am holding myself responsible, For all the grudges, People at work held against me, For all my failures, For all the battles that I quit midway, And others that I lost comprehensively. But I always put in my best efforts. Then why was I kicked out, That too, all of a sudden, I still haven’t the faintest idea, I still haven’t the faintest clue. Why did everyone around, Ditch me all of a sudden. They expected me to shoulder, Such a hu

A Strange dream!! She came in my dreams yesterday, For the very first time. However, The time we spent together, Was enough for me to know, Yeah, she’s the one, The only one, I am gonna spend, My remaining life with her, That’s for sure, Definitely… She was wearing a pretty, crimson gown , Awesome. Her presence made me go tickle pink, Aww, her looks, Breathtaking. Hey, I do not want to wake up. She’s my soul mate, my life, And I am gonna marry her, That’s for sure, Definitely… I told about this dream to my mother, Who burst out laughing. Wake up, sonny, It was a dream, There ain’t a real girl. Dejected. I tried to convince her, She exists, mom. Yeah, she does. How am I gonna find her, A big question. Where am I gonna meet her, A mighty question. Did she have the same dream, A million-dollar question. Lots of questions but no answers, But yeah, I am gonna find her, I am gonna meet her, I am gonna marry her. That’s for sure, Definitely… Twelve months passed, Very quickly, I had almost f

One last try!! This poem describes the feelings of a guy who was in love, but didn't confess it and now he sees the girl going out with someone else...in short, it's a poem very close to reality.... Why didn’t I give it one last try, Alas, now there’s nothing I can do, But whimper and cry. Why didn’t I give myself one chance, Why didn’t I confess my love for her. Why didn’t I muster enough courage, And just ask her out once. Well, she could have denied, To be my companion, But at least I ought to have tried, Just once I should have brought my thoughts, To her notice and attention… But now, there’s no point thinking, What I should have done, The thing is, I didn’t express my feeling, And now this pain of loneliness is excruciating, And I don’t think it’s even healing. Why didn’t I give it one last try, Alas, now there’s nothing I can do, But whimper and cry. We have been nice friends now for almost an year, And I didn’t want our friendship to end, That’s why I didn’t ask her

Main nahi jaanta!! Chup chap kamre ke ek kone mein, Baitha rehta hoon main, Sham savere. Kuch nahi soochta hain mujhe, Unn saekdon palon mein, Par man mein ummeed ki kiran, Jagroot hamesha rehti hain. Kash koi mujhe iss halat mein dekhe, Mere bhaavnaon ko samjhe, Aur pyaar se do lafz kahe. Meethe se aur sneh bhare, Jo bhula de meri saari pareshaniya, Aise shabd jo mita de sabhi duriya, Par ab tak na aisa hua, Kya aage aise hoga, Main nahi jaanta….. Mujhe kyon nahi dikh raha hain mera bhavishya, Kyon iss chote se kamre mein hi, Simta hain mera aaj, Meri phooti kismet ka kya hain raaz, Main nahi jaanta. Kaha kho gaya jeevan ka saara ras, Kab nikhregi chaaro ore phir se khushiyali, Main nahi jaanta. Har pal aasu kyon tapakte hain aakhon se, Main nahi jaanta….. Aye zindagi, kis suran mein dhakela hain tune mujhe, Jaha se bahar nikalne ka marg, Main nahi jaanta. Aye zindagi, beech raaste mein, Kyon chod diya tune mera saath, Iss kuwe se ubharne ka khwaab l

Neglected!! I am feeling neglected, As if people are secretly wishing I was dead. I am very disappointed, As when any step I tread, The road seems to vanish from under my feet. I am feeling left out, And there’s gradually building in me, An immense amount of self-doubt. I am feeling neglected, As if people are secretly wishing I was dead. The people who I called my very own, Are not supporting me anymore. The people whom I had trusted, Have in turn betrayed me. And thus, my life has arrived, At such a dead-end. I am feeling neglected, As if people are secretly wishing I was dead. I did only those things, that Suited me the most. Initially, I even had the support, Of colleagues, family and friends. But they just left me hanging, And now, all my past decisions I keep repenting. I am feeling neglected, As if people are secretly wishing I was dead. I had all the things that I wanted, Coz I was always given everything I demanded. Then, why wasn’t I given peace and freedom, Or a solution to

Deserted!! This poem describes the feelings of a guy after he was deserted by his friends… I always thought friendship was eternal, But circumstances have made me think otherwise. Like most other relations in this world, Even friendship is mortal, And every happy memory eventually turns into a nightmare. I haven’t the faintest idea what went wrong, But I just drifted apart from the rest. People used to be envy of our group, And even I was elated to be a member, Of this eccentric, fun-loving group. If I knew it had to someday end, I would have been better prepared. But it was all so unexpected. Now, my heart’s bleeding, But is there any use crying. All these years, I had this one fear, I would eventually lose everyone dear. My phobia has now become a reality, As I was suddenly shown the door, Yeah, it’s true; they don’t care for me anymore. No, I am not contemplating suicide, But it does matter that my buddies are not by my side. Without them, I will always feel incomplete. Their presen

Lead us!!! . This poem is a kind of a vague desire expressed in the form of a prayer!!!...the plural form “us”,” we” symbolizes that this desire is commonly expressed by more than one individual… Lead us to some faraway place, Where the wind blows constantly over our face. Where we can observe the swaying of the trees, And where the whole world will seem to freeze. Lead us to the countryside, Where we can see greenery by our side, Where we can see the flowers blossom, And gazing at them we can say, “They’re awesome!” Lead us to the lush green meadow, Where life seems to amble so slow. Where there’s no need to hurry, And we can enjoy life, Without facing the brunt of people’s fury. Lead us to the wonderland, Where everything’s available to us, Only at one flick of a magic wand. Lead us to the forests deep, And away from this brutal world, That constantly makes us weep. I want to hear the birds chirping, And not the neighbours quarrelling. I want to enjoy the creations of You, the Almigh

Cricket----the greatest game, is it??!! This poem is a satire on the over-hyped game of cricket.. it describes all the existing flaws in Indian cricket…so, if u r a cricket lover, better skip this one!!! Ask any Indian to pick one sport that is great, And out comes the reply, “It’s cricket!” Cricket is “said to be” a gentleman’s game, That has given thousands name and fame. All over the world, it is played by millions, And, more so, it is watched by billions. Whenever India is on the verge of a win, On our faces, we do have a wide grin. Now, think about the various occasions, When our cricketers have let us down, And immediately their posters are burnt down, And nasty slogans about them are said throughout the town. In India, cricketers are “demi-gods”, And when India loses, they are turned into frauds. Do you remember the incidents “Down under”, When one of their cricketers was called a “Bandar”. Imagine the amount of sledging, These players nowadays indulge in. Imagine the extent of

Friends till death!!...and even, beyond!! [This poem describes true friendship until death plays spoilsport…the guy who is narrating this poem is dying and has been rather unfortunate in life, yet he has been a very happy-go-lucky sort of person. and now for the first time, he’s cursing his life…he has lost all his family members at a very tender age and now has just his friends to add colour to his life….VERY TOUCHING!!..thts how i can describe this poem!!] Life can be a bit cruel at times, People always said so, but I never cared. Life always gives you a hundred reasons to cry, But, in my case, just one is enough to make me weep. It’s high time I realize a fact, With Death, I’ve made a pact. No more than four days I am going to live, But, in return, to my dear friends, Hundred years He ought to give… It’s really unfortunate for me, that Life hasn’t given me another chance, To meet my lovely buddies, my companions, my friends, Friends who shared jokes while we ate, Friends who kept pu