Monday, March 26, 2007

One among the crowd..

I woke up in the mornin, sun shinin thro` my window

Looked at the face in the mirror, arched my li`il eyebrow

Was it me or some other face that I saw on the road

like the million other guys drivin the same ol` ford..

(Chorus)

Am I one among the crowd

Do i really feel so proud

Do I have to be just like the million other guys

Participating in the rat race, eating french fries

I wore the pressed grey suit, crossing the mean street

A million other people with me, I looked like dead meat

Cell phone, shoes, tie , perfume were all the same

I was in the unending journey towards fame

Everybody was nobody but the same

A million other people like me, My excuses are becoming lame

(Chorus)

Am I one among the crowd

Do i really feel so proud

Do I have to be just like the million other guys

Participating in the rat race, eating French fries

When can I be different from the rest

When can I call myself the best

When will I live my life with zest

When will ever pass this test

When will ever, in peace, rest

(Chorus)

Am I one among the crowd

Do i really feel so proud

Do I have to be just like the million other guys

Participating in the rat race, eating french fries

Monday, March 19, 2007

When life went up in smoke...


When life went up in smoke and dope,
Till I hit my death bed, I never did lose hope


I started smoking at the age of seven,
Felt as if I was at the gates of heaven.


Years passed by, I became a teenager
Smoke was my best pal, my only friend in a wager.


Years kept passing by, I completed the journey from a teenager to man
Smoke was what I breathed, ate and slept, my only buddy and my only fan


Late one night, I spurted blood
Thought that this was a stream, waiting was the flood


I was hospitalized, diagnosed with cancer, the dreaded disease
My lungs had shriveled like a blown out balloon, life was about to cease


Life was my mistress, smoke my wife
I realized that I had made the wrong choice.


Smoke kills more than bullets, yet we smoke
At the balloon called life, we continue to poke


When life went up in smoke and dope
After this,there can never be hope

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Distress

Why are we distressed when when we enjoy the pleasure
When there are people who have not seen god`s treasure

Why are we under a constant fear of losing our material possession
When we gotta leave them all back here and become one with his creation

Why are we monsters on the road
When we know that this is not our mode

Why are we illiterate when it comes to our behaviour
When we know that we are our own saviour

Why are we bragging of our false achievements
when we know that waht we have is the present tense

Why are we unkind to people who require little bit of it
When we know that we can share our joy bit by bit

Why are we reading this poem when we already know all these
When we know that there is an illusionary bird by the name peace

Why are afraid of commiting to our soul
When we know that is the only thing we own

Break the shackles, rise from the ground below
Share joy and sorrow with every fellow

The seeds of happiness will you sow
The fruit called humanity will you reap

Thursday, March 08, 2007

The last words of a fighter pilot in a mig 21 that is about crash-My poem



I got into the bird, sleek and blue
Another one, just took off and flew

Radio check, all systems check , I was ready
Out from the cockpit, I said bye to my buddy

Engines on, full of power, I surged ahead
From the fuel tank was limitless fuel fed

I taxied on the runway, doing my routine
I was the best pilot of the cream

I took off, the everything looked out of place
I was onto a journey 20000 feet from the earth`s face

The clouds were purer than white, the sky clear
The adrenaline pumped, I lost all the fear

Something went wrong all of a sudden,the altometer went crazy
My heart skipped a beat in madness and frenzy

The radio crackled , I shouted in it,May day May day
I could only hear silence, I tried to pray

I did what was taught to me in the training,I did not get violent
All i could do was watch the engine go silent

The drop was fast, 20000 feet down I went
Kids in the nearby field thought I was god`s new angel sent

The eject button failed when it mattered
The plane hit the ground, My body broken,My soul scattered

It`s then i realised that I flew the mig 21
It had to me but no one

I lost my life flying the bird sky high
To only watch my body go cold and dry

Many a pilots have lost their lives to this bird
The only bird that never goes extinct

The government sets up an enquiry commmision to enquire
All i can do is watch from up above and control my desire

I got into the bird, sleek and blue
Another one, just took off and flew

Monday, March 05, 2007

A poem on Nithari


This poem is dedicated to all the people affected by the barbaric act that happened at Nithari.

The house on the crossroads of earth and hell,

A cruel and bloody story it did tell.


inhabitated by two monsters in human disguise, soulless creatures

red eyes, blood sucking teeth, their prominent features.


Enticed children, poor and innocent, with their guile

The world noticed their crime only after a while.


Blood thirsty were the two, dismembered bodies all around,

Many children vanished, bodies yet to be found.


Fathers searching for the lost, mothers crying for the dead

All they could find were broken bones and dried blood.


The authorities unaware like always before

The villagers could not complain further more


The duo was captured, put in jail for the trial.

Having a ball inside, waiting for their bail.


The most heinous crime in humanity,

Let us join in teaching them a result of brutality.


No punishment is enough for this barbaric crime,

Do not kill them, Punish them bit by bit with the passing time


A crime like this must never happen again,

A crime so cruel that redefines cruelty and pain.


The house on the crossroads of earth and hell,

A cruel and bloody story it did tell.

Friday, February 23, 2007

The road

The road never seemed to end,

My destination, so far away

Many a fences to mend,

All I could do was close my eyes and pray.

Time went past by, I kept driving,

My destination kept going far away,

I could neither stop doing nor trying,

I was the only player left in the fray

I reached the destination, opened my eyes,

I was blind all along, I could hear only cries

Time was up

I had to wake up

The nightmare came to an end

I saw the world with my eyes

Not realizing that the nightmare was about to unfold

To the devil, my soul was sold.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Boredom

I write this out of sheer boredom
I crave for nothing but freedom

I run through the field, through the green grass
The world seems to have become a farce

The blood in my body flows, the muscle in my body grows
The eyes dilate , I ran but time froze

Everything was still, the earth and the sky
Fell into my palm, a lady`s tear

Animals became statues
humans lifeless machines

I am sick of the running world, running for whom I do not know,
The clock ticks on, the sun sets beneath the rivers that flow

I stop, tired of running forever, in a direction that I did not want to go
I start in a new direction, in a direction that I always wanted to go

The grass is green, the sky is blue
The roses are red, all the colours so true

I go on , finding bliss and joy
O humans,stop behaving like someone`s toy

Sunday, December 10, 2006

When Indian Burns


Gujarat burnt,killing many,making evil rich

jail to the rioters promised the government but zilch.


Maharashtra burns,burning trains buses and cars,

orphaned childred,guilty roam and innocent behind bars.


Tamilnadu burns when the dam is remembered

two staes in war, bodies dismembered.


Jammu and Kashmir burns forever,set afire by politics,

Humanity has gone for a six.


Orissa and Bengal burn,naxals burn entire villages

literates take to arms, crooks become sages


India burns ,flames sky high

Now is the time to question ourselves,why?


United we stand, divided we fall

This is the final warning call


If we do not,there shall be no more India

Left behind would be a country of holes and empty souls.

The world`s state

United States enters the holiday season with joy
Their soldiers kill another Iraqi, like a kid breaking his least favorite toy

Iraq burns, children cry,fathers no more
Mothers wail with broken hearts that the missiles tore

Global warming kills the arctic and the antarctic
Humans wait for a magician to perform his trick

Pakistan has no clue what to do
The United states sneezes and it catches a flu

The middle east burns,burns with oil,
too much blood has spilled on their soil

India is growing in a hurry and fast
Rapidly forgetting it`s glorious past

The world is doomed if we just sit
Let`s change our neighborhoods bit by bit.

Let us give our children the life we never had
Teach them what is good and what is bad

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

The Battle field



Bang goes one of the landmines, killing someone
Evil was having fun

Blood flowing from the head, limbs shredded apart,
Empty bullet casings everywhere, houses torn apart,

Children caught in the middle, searching for their mother’s embrace,
The whole world is caught in an arm’s race,

Armies battling with each other,
Wonder why they coined the term brother,

Blood flows like the river, souls swimming in it,
Good loses to evil bit by bit.

God gave the earth to us, to share and live peacefully
He is disappointed, he’s angry

When will we put an end to all to this bloodshed?
Where are we heading to, Why have the rivers turned red?

Battles continue everywhere on this earth, everyday somebody cries,
We win money and gold but lose lives,

Bang goes one of the landmines again, killing someone,
Evil is having fun.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

When did I Last?


When did I last take my eye of the screen?
When did I last close my eyes and dream?

When did I last run a mile?
When did I last make somebody smile?

When did I last say hi to someone I dint know?
When did I last see the sky and the black crow?

When did I last look at a girl twice?
When did I last see the sun rise?

When did I last have real good fun?
When did I last see the setting sun?

When did I last help someone who did ask?
When did I last remove my mask?

When did I last stop and think?
When did I last allow my eyes to blink?

When did I last forgive somebody who caused me pain?
When did I last act sane?

Answers are for me to find, to discover,
From the deep slumber I have to recover

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Why?


Why do we honk the horn so loud?
The next moment we feel so proud

Why do we have to spit on the ground below?
Treat the other humans as a worthless fellow

Why do we have to protest violently?
When we can change the system silently

Why do we have to slaughter our fellow mates?
wipe them of the planet to make the earth like the clean plate

Why do we elect fools who do nothing?
Then blame them for dancing and singing

Why cannot we sponsor a poor child’s education?
Why cannot we focus on building our nation?

Why cannot we keep our roads clean like our homes?
Why cannot we stop living our lives like drones?

Why cannot we behave like responsible human?
Why cannot we stop blaming other men?

Why do we live in hate and pain?
Why do we inflict the same?

When can we put an end to all this
The earth has been missing all but this

Let’s give her a chance to be happy and joy
Let us live our lives and not be somebody else’s toy

Monday, November 27, 2006

The radio


My father was Marconi
Many names like philips national and Sony

My skin is hard, my body is strong
When I am happy , I sing a song

I connect people who are miles away
To my tunes does everyone sway


Batteries are my lifeline, Antenna my wife
My companions when people are in strife

I carrry your voices to the distant land
Through the freezing ice and the scorching sand

My life is spent transporting voice
The melodious songs embedded with noise

I do it not for the humans who have forgotten me
Neither do I do it for me

I do it for the Lord up above whose mesenger I am
to help you humans in strife and joy,whenever and wherever I can

Friday, November 24, 2006

The televsion


My face went blank,

in their chairs, deeper the humans sank.


Angry was I with Colours green red and blue on my face,

Everybody looked at me in a daze.


I jumped off my pedestal,on to the floor,

Have not done this for a long time,my feet felt sore.


Expressionless humans shocked with fear, looked at me,

scenes from the drama to the dolphins in the sea.


I walked out of the room ready for a fight,

I knew I was always right.


Humans had caused pain to the remote control,my mate

For only her I loved and everyone did I hate.


Humans pleaded,I got on to my throne,

My queen was next to me,the tubelight smiled and shone


They said my queen will be treated fair,

We made the most enviable pair.