Straight from my heart...

There’s just no reason to cry!! The Indian society claims to be modern yet when it comes to marriage issues, parents want their children to marry someone of their language/caste/religion… My poem describes one such guy who is frustrated with his parents/ narrow-minded society… at the same time, he is telling his girlfriend that everything will be all right....There’s no need to worry, there’s just no reason to cry!! p.s...the pic symbolizes fights, hatred, narrow-mindedness....also depicting that all kinds of misunderstandings and war lead to destruction....so spread love..learn to compromise at times too!! I just don’t give a damn, About what my folks think, About this relationship, I just don’t bother, About whether they agree or not, To our bonding, I just don’t listen, When they discourage me, Or when they try to dissuade me, From marrying you, I just don’t care, About their criticism, About their narrow-minded mannerism, But things will improve soon, I am s

Thanks for coming back!! This is a sequel to…PLEASE COME BACK…that I had written a couple of weeks ago… (See the post below for the prequel) I always knew, That one day you will, Return by my side, But I just didn’t know when, Now that it has finally happened, I am so elated, I am just so delighted. You should have seen me, Praying for your return, All day, all night, You should have seen me sobbing, Tears trickling down my cheeks, You should have seen me wailing, For hours, days and weeks, My life when you were gone, It was erratic, asynchronous, and monotonous. Thanks for coming back, my love, Thanks for reinventing my life, Thanks for bringing back, Colours to my life I always knew, That one day you will, Realize it was a mistake, I know I committed a crime, But I hope my sins are washed away, With the passage of time, And now hopefully I can say, I am truly yours, And you’ll be forever mine. I need you a lot, dear, I missed you so much, always, All these past thirty days, I have be

Please come back!! In life you make mistakes that you regret later…my poem describes one of those instances!! There are times when I feel afraid, There are times when I feel dead, There are times when I feel alone, There are times when I feel gone, Hey, love, I miss you the most, Please come back, I need you the most. There are times when I feel depressed, There are times when I feel distressed, There are times I feel low, There are times I ask, why did I let you go, . There are times when I feel the cold breeze, That’s when the world seems to freeze, And my mind drifts to all our beach-dates, As also I think about the first time we met, . There are times when I hear the birds chirping, That’s when I imagine your melodious voice, That’s when all the past memories come alive, And that’s when I unknowingly lose all my poise, I know I was very selfish, I now realize I was very foolish, All that I did was utter rubbish, But now I have just one wish, Without you, I’ll always feel incomple

Just one moment!! (the clock signifies a moment...) It takes just one moment, For all your hopes to get shattered, It takes just one moment, For all your dreams to get buried, It takes just one moment, For you to fall in love, It takes just one moment, For your love to drift away, Strolling on the beach, With some other guy, She's gone out of your reach, Smiling in his arms, Wishing it would last for life. As you feel helpless, you cry, And even while being physically alive, You die. Till yesterday, I always felt, I had a serious chance. When we were talking the other day, I felt mesmerized by her, And even she appeared, To be in some kind of a trance But she thought of me only as a friend dear, And never as some lover I always wanted to ask her out, She might have refused, no doubt, But at least, I had a chance, But now as I see her in his arms, I feel jealous of him, I curse myself, Why didn’t I tell her, Why didn’t I ask her, Why didn’t I confess my love, But now my feeling, It

Betrayed!! I have kept one thing a bit unclear as to whom this poem is addressed to… it may be a friend, it may be a colleague or even a teacher or even a mentor… You won’t ever see me complaining, You won’t ever see me whining, You won’t ever see me crying, But that doesn’t mean, That I am not feeling, This sharp pang of pain, This unending wave of sadness, A tincture of madness. I always thought that you were right here, By my side, To guide me, to support me, To pull me out From manholes, deep and wide But as always, My prediction turned out to be wrong, As you ditched me, Right at the last moment, As you betrayed me, Right at the last moment I know you have helped me in the past, But when it mattered the most, You bothered about me the least. One thing’s for sure, You are a savage mongrel, You are a beast. Now I know you are feeling guilty, I can sense this feeling, You want to repent, But I don’t give a damn, Coz you have always treated me like dirt, Or like the lowermost step, Of

Victory!! This poem describes the speech of a project manager, who is being felicitated because his team had made a fairly impossible project possible….and instead of bragging about himself, he has dedicated this victory to his fabulous team….we need more bosses like him who praise their colleagues for their work!! I am not worthy enough, To receive such accolades I am not worthy enough, To be acknowledged for this victory I do not deserve these praises, Nor do I deserve these bouquets of roses It’s you guys, who did it all, It’s you guys, who stood tall, It’s you guys, who made it possible, It’s you guys, who made it achievable I am no genius, I did nothing at all, To turn the tide over, I did nothing at all, I have not contributed much, To this grand success It’s you guys, who did it all, It’s you guys, who stood tall, It’s you guys, who made it possible, It’s you guys, who made it achievable I am not being modest, I am just being honest, I just made vague plans, I just made vague id

Poverty!! Poverty in India is a disease, It’s not going to wipe out with ease. Kids are in such a deplorable condition, About that, do we even need to mention, For days at a stretch, They die a slow death due to hunger, Or at times, to the harsh weather, They have to surrender. They live in such unhygienic slums, Their life’s in doldrums. They are in such a pitiable state, And alas, they can do nothing about it, But curse their poor fate. Someone got to do something about this, Someone got to take the initiative, Someone got to eradicate, This omnipresent disease The government makes big plans, But never do they make any real efforts, To improve their condition These poor kids are given free education, no doubt, But about the quality of knowledge, We do not even need to discuss about it. They are given mid-day meals, no doubt, But about the quality of food, We do not even need to discuss about it. The kids are daily exploited, At the hands of some anti-social elements, They are forced

Autoport 2.0!! This poem describes my experiences when working for autoport 2.0…I am sure everyone feels the same as I do!!! Last year’s autoport, It was a complete failure, So we had to now, Prove our mettle, We just had to get out, Of this mess, We just had to let go, Of the mistakes of the past, We just had to make autoport 2.0, A roaring success Two months ago, We formed a team, That was ably headed, By Raj, Viraj and Bean We had just one sole intention, We just had to succeed, We just had to win. We divided our work, We were given specific tasks, We were made to sweat it out, We were made to bleed, But we just had to succeed, We just had to win. Time and again, There were endless delays, Time and again, There were countless changes, This left us completely frustrated, Time and again, Our hopes got shattered, As we were left, Torn and tattered. But every single time, We put it all behind, And made a fresh effort, With just one sole intention, We just had to succeed, We just had to