HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

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,
Hope there will be no fear, no tear,
To everyone,
This coming year

I wish one and all a happy new year,
I hope your joy lasts forever,
I hope your sweet smile stays this way,

Forever, forever......

HAPPY NEW YEAR, FRIENDS!!!!....luv u all!!

HUMANS...!!!

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 animals are slaughtered,
In the name of food or offering,
Why don’t they ever see these animals suffering…..
Yet sometimes the same humans fight,
For protection and ethical treatment of animals.
Humans are indeed strange,
And I am talking about humans of any age.
They always need someone,
By their side or on the phone.
Yet, why is it that they tell,
The same person to leave them alone,
In moments of anger or grief.

Humans are indeed eccentric,
I also think they are immensely lazy.
At times, they fake they are unwell,
Just to save them the trouble,
Or at times, they work double,
In spite of being really weak and pale.

So, what are humans exactly,
I do want to make out,
I do want to understand their race,
In spite of them being complicated.

Technology is expanding,
But so is violence.
Medicines are being created,
But so are death inflicting weapons.
Peace is being constantly talked about,
Yet no one does anything,
To stop the ever-existing apprehension of war.
Yeah, humans are indeed power-thirsty mongrels.

Humans are dumb and claim they are helpless,
Humans are born idiots and claim they are improving.
Humans tame animals and claim they are the greatest,
They have made calamities detecting instruments,
Yet animals sense earthquakes before they do.
Humans cry for food and shelter,
Yet animals build their own house and earn their prey.

It’s time to give the humans some advice,
Learn from the bees, who sacrifice,
Just for the happiness of one queen.
Learn to unite like the ants,
Learn persistence from the spider,
But can the arrogant all-knowing humans learn,
I don’t think so.

I find it slightly disheartening,
To see the humans tame the poor animals.
If it were the other way around,
Life would have been so much better,
The city would have been so much safer,
The world would have been so much happier,
But alas, what you wish is not what you get,
And one would never ever achieve,
Complete happiness and world peace,
Due to the self-proclaimed greatest creatures,
The so-called humans......


So humans, prove that you are the greatest living creatures on earth. Do something!!!….hope this satirical take on your race and this criticism will make you improve and make this world a better place to live in…….cheers!!

KICKED OUT!!

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 huge burden.
I was given many a mighty task,
That was definitely more than what I could accomplish.
But I tried my best,
Yet, unfortunately, failed their test
Thus, I was kicked out,

That too, all of a sudden,

To sit at home and rest...

I am, rather was,
The only earning member,
Of my family of six.
But circumstances changed so drastically,
And now I am in a total fix,
Also completely worn out,
Both physically and mentally.
I used to laugh mockingly when,

I heard news of people getting fired.
But never did I realize,
That such a thing could happen to me,
That too, all of a sudden.
But now I know how it feels,
To be kicked out.
Yeah, it sure kills!!!!

The classifieds section of the newspapers,
That I had never bothered to check,
Is now my only hope for survival.
I keep praying day and night,
To relieve me from this pain and fright.
Get me a job quickly, please,
Even a meagre salary would suffice.
Show me bright sunshine again,

I shout out loud,
Enough of this dark cloud.
Enough of this rain.

God, somehow please ease this pain.
I am getting awful nightmares of late,
God, please get rid of them soon.
Do something, get me employed,
Coz I have talent, I know.
But one thing I still do not know,
Is that why was I kicked out,

That too, all of a sudden.
But now, I know how it feels,
The pain of being jobless is excruciating,
And yeah, it sure kills!!!!!!............

A STRANGE DREAM!!

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 forgotten about her.
But destiny had other things in store,
Just for me.
That particular day, I was in a bit of a hurry,
I was already late,
And there was very slim chance,
Of me catching the desired train.
As I reached the platform,
The train was gone,
But towards the far-end I could see,
A girl bent over her knees,
Picking up some stuff I couldn’t see.
I went towards her,
May I help you, I suggested.
She tilted her head slightly.
And I immediately had a sense of deja-vu.
The same crimson gown,
The same breathtaking looks,
My dream…
She had recognized me even,
I was surprised..
Her eyes said it all,
Yeah, she was looking out for me,
For the past twelve months.
Suddenly, I felt a sense of relief,
Or was it elation,
I do not know...


Now, twenty years have passed,
We are married,
Have teenaged twins and still very much in love..
Dreams are meant to be pursued,
Mother always said,
Thank goodness, this one got fulfilled,
One thing’s for sure,
This one dream twenty- one years ago,
It was the only real dream of my life,
That’s for sure,
Definitely….


Well, friends, you might call it fantasy….but hear it from the horse’s mouth….it’s true!!

ONE LAST TRY!!

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 out,
It wasn’t fear of refusal,
Or lack of pluck,
But just I didn’t want to lose her,
As a friend, a sweet buddy, so dear.

But now as I see her with that tall, muscular guy,
I just ask myself one small thing,
Why didn’t I give it one last try,
Alas, now there’s nothing I can do,
But whimper and cry.

I am a bit jealous about the pair.
And I am trying my best to forget
That once I had a crush on her.
It’s really hard to forget your first love,
Harder if it’s as gorgeous as her.
I liked every trait of her,
And I wished to be with her forever.
Yeah, she was a bit dumb at times,
But she had managed to put a smile,
On my usually solemn face,
That too many a times.

I wish I could have given it one try,
But alas, now I can do nothing about it,
But whimper and cry.
I wish her all the happiness in the world,
I wish her all the best,
After all, in my opinion,
she’s just the best……

EXPERIMENTING WITH HINDI!!....my first venture..MAIN NAHI JAANTA!!

My first hindi poem or shayari…whatever you prefer to call it….

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 liye,
Jeeta ja raha hoon main.
Aye zindagi, iss sadme se Ubhar paoonga ki nahi,
Main nahi jaanta…..

Suna tha bhagwan sabko chappar fadke deta hain,
Toh kyon nahi di usne mujhe do waqt ki roti,
Kyon nahi diya usne mujhe hausla,
Sab thik ho jaayega,
Yeh kyon nahi diya dilasa,
Kyon ek bhakt ko yu tadapne ke liye chod diya,
Main nahi jaanta….

Chup chap kamre k eek kone mein,
Baitha rehta hoon main,
Sham- savere.
Kab tak yu hi kat ta rahega mera jeevan,
Main nahi jaanta.
Jeetegi mrut hoon main,
Par mukti kab prapt hogi,
Main nahi jaanta.
Main nahi jaanta………


So, Tell me, how's my first attempt?...i know I am not good in hindi, but I need feedback, suggestions on this new venture of mine…so be free to comment…criticism highly welcomed!!...cheers!!

NEGLECTED!!

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 my never-ending tiredness and boredom.
I was gifted things I desired,
But why was I shielded from those I deserved.

I am feeling neglected,
As if people are secretly wishing I was dead.
Why is my life so confusing,
And why am I alone and weeping.
The ones who let me down weren’t crooks or thugs,
They were my colleagues,my family, my friends.
I feel, now,there’s only one solution,
To seek companionship of alcohol and drugs.

I wish my life would change,
And somehow, it would pacify my rage.
I seek someone who would be my guardian,
And who would relieve me from this pain and tension.
I seek divine intervention,
Who would bring in me a transformation.
But what one seeks is not always what one gets,
What one gets is a life equivalent to a thousand deaths……

DESERTED!!

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 presence had made my life synchronous,
And now it will soon become monotonous.

I do not blame my friends,
For all that has taken place.
I must be responsible for all this fiasco,
I ought to realize this soon,
There must be some truth to their unpleasant allegations.

Yeah, I know I should have been more high-spirited,
And not the silent types, the boring ones.
I should have been more of an extrovert,
But still, they should have understood.
Now, I am truly hurt at being treated like dirt.

I am experiencing an unending wave of sadness,
There’s also developing in me,
A tincture of madness.
All my dreams ended in just one single moment,
As my life gave me yet another irreparable dent.

Life’s such a mighty examination,
Such calamities prove this notion.
I need to look into the future,
Maybe God has better things in store for me.
I have to forget this incident soon,
Coz, after every dark night,
There’s always another day.
I have to keep smiling,
Even though my heart’s crying,
Coz, there’s always a glimmer of hope; a ray,
There’s always a way,
There’s always a way…….

LEAD US!!!

Lead us!!!

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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 Almighty Lord,
And not hear the constant bickering of the landlord.

Lead us to a place full of pleasure,
Where we can enjoy a complete day full of leisure.
Lead us to lands till now concealed,
Where with joy our lives can be filled.

Lead us on adventures and many a trek,
But far away from this world so fake
.Take us on a mighty excursion,
But away from this life of congestion.

Lead us to a place where there’s no cruelty,
Where there’s no crime, no poverty.
Take us to any damn place, in any country,
Where there’s no responsibility, no worry.

Lead us, Lord; we don’t want to live here,
Where there’s torture inflicted upon everyone so dear.
Lead us to Paradise, we don’t mind dying,
At least, it must be way better than such a living………………….

CRICKET----THE GREATEST GAME, IS IT??!!

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 cheating,
They do to snatch a win.
Where has the spirit of sportsmanship disappeared,
How can you call cricket a gentleman’s game,
When such incidents continue to spoil its name…


To develop the game of cricket,
Number of boards we have set.
But do we really bother to know,
What happens to the millions it hoards.
We need cricketers to run the board,
And not some dumb, politicians.
All BCCI cares about is money,
Someone ought to stop this tyranny.
The board appoints a bunch of selectors,
But only one or two of them,
Have ever played at the highest level.
Do you know the biggest irony,
The rest haven’t even played at the grass root level.
Many a times, these “jokers” select a player,
Who, in his entire cricketing career,
Has done nothing but was a complete failure.
They say he deserves “another chance”,
In other cases, why is someone “rested”,
In spite of scoring a hundred.
They say this guy has “aged”,
God, wake me up only when this hypocrisy ends…


Why is there so much hype in India surrounding cricket,
I do not have the answer till date.
Why can’t people enjoy a Federer-Nadal clash,
It’s way better than some India-Bangladesh match.
Why can’t one enjoy an hour and half of soccer,
Than watch a cricket match that stretches forever.
Now, if I ask you to pick out one sport that is great,
Out “should” come your reply,
IT’S ANYTHING, MATE,
BUT DEFINITELY, NOT CRICKET!!!!!!

FRIENDS TILL DEATH!!...AND EVEN, BEYOND!!

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 pulling my leg time and again,
Friends with whom I’ve partied,
Friends who have cured many of my problems,
Friends who at times, have even been my problem,
Friends who taught me how to live,
But, in turn, I have never had anything to give.
I do not need my friends beside me anymore,
Coz they should now learn to live without me.
I do not need their sympathy and support,
Nor do I need love from them.
I’ve given them enough trouble already,
No more pain shall I give them at this fag end of my life.
With every passing breath, I realize,
I am another inch closer to death.
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…

Lying on the creaking bed in my hospital room,
My mind drifts to happier times,
To the most memorable moments I’ve spent with them,
Playing cricket or football in the rain.
We shared the same love; the same passion,
We shared the same zeal; the same enthusiasm,
For sports, movies, and in general, life.
They helped me stand, they helped me recover,
From many setbacks and unavoidable circumstances.
But in a couple of days time,
It’s really gonna be all over.
My time has come to part,
I’ve realized deep inside my heart.
I begin to miss them; I begin to weep,
Suddenly, I feel another pang of pain,
I begin to choke; I begin to hyperventilate,
And for the first time in my life,
I begin to curse God; I begin to curse fate...............


[ He passed away three days later, but he has left behind countless memories and an ideal example of friendship….may he rest in peace!!!]