The Grey World- Another Poem

He came to me in despair
Dejected dishevelled
In need for love & care
I looked in his eyes
Pleading begging
Truthful and fair
I lifted him up
From abysmal darkness
Brought him to light
With love and kindness

Alas! I did not see

The stagger he kept for me
For I don’t have third eye
Fie! I saw my love die
As the stagger hits me
Paying back for my generosity
Here I lie pondering alone
Bruised and battered from fresh wound
How am I to know?
That humanity exist no more
That mullah has gone strong
And you say I am wrong?

 She called me that dreaded night

Alone and cold
Crying with all her might
For she has been shunned
By the one she loved most
With no one by her side
She was standing at death’s coast
I hugged her as tight a hug can be
Wiped her tears
Made her a family

Alas I couldn’t be

To her a family
Or a friend to love & share
Deepest secret, dreaded fear
She blatantly blamed me
That I helped her to flee
From every one she loved
Ah! My faith too has been shoved
Into the deepest well it’s gone
Leaving me cold and alone
How am I to know?
That truth exist no more
That faith doesn’t last long
And you say I am wrong?

How one decides right or wrong?

Meek or strong?
If one doesn’t know or feel,
What he is to world is not real,
There he is someone he wants to be,
And his imagination cannot change reality
Alas! But A man’s fad cannot be cured,
To the system he is so inured
Which he never wants to quit
Does everything to fit
Where good and evil does not exist
For truth there is no place
It’s just about saving his face
In mad conceited race
To be best in system they follow
System so mercurial! so shallow!
Turning him against his own self! making him hollow!
And  just another man in throng
Hating the one who does not belong
Or who rise above in revolution
To refrain forced inclusion
In system where there is No black & white
No wrong or right
Weak or might
Where truth and beauty doesn’t make song
And to that world I do not belong
Here I am still the same still strong
And pondering for long
Where am I wrong?

Traffic Blues: A sonnet

The day bus drivers will drive their buses

As buses and not motorcycle

The day motorcyclist will feel he is a man

Not a mole scurrying in small spaces

The day Auto drivers will drive Auto-rickshaws

And not fly a helicopter

The day when man will stop running

In green light, like a sprinter

The day Bicycles will not run on footpath
Flagged vehicle will not own traffic cops

And the day when race of lifetime

To cross the signal stops
I will not wish for good luck when you are gone

And pray till you are home

Why I missed Day 2....

So I promised myself that I will post something or the other everyday.... so much is happening in the country!! SP came with clear majority in UP! and now that Akhilesh Yadav have sworn in , UP will have an educated CM with a degree from University of Sydney! Mrs Pratibha Patil's speech yesterday in join Assembly session have been disrupted by slogans such as - Jai Telangana!!! That's height of  non sequitur(ism)... ( following posts may have some bit of Indian Political scenario there is so much to write not to forget  perennial issues such as 'AI pilot blunder', 'match fixing' - yes! it has become perpetual,'volatile market', 'escalating gold prices' aur ' KASAB KO PHANSI KAB HOGI' etc)

Yes I promised myself that I will post everyday yet I did not yesterday.... why?? well I had to work on an article for a magazine, the sad part : I got to know about that article @ 6 only, I worked till 9 and when the publisher of the magazine gave me two more days as well as an extra page - I GAVE UP!! I am still weak from my sickness - a days late night work and my fever relapsed today! As far as the pleasure of writing is concerned , I was content yesterday- in this manner my job is quite fulfilling :)

Yes I promised myself I will post everyday there is so much is happening in the country... and within myself

What was once my first post....

I am forced to write… And worse people come from ecclesial background and suggest me topics on which I should write (Thank you! I appreciate it. I am normally out of themes to write on ….but there is just one problem your theme is stale, old, and Stinking on web since internet was first launched! I know you are acting smart…you are giving me all the rotten ideas to write upon while you keep the good ones for your self!! Right ?? (Say yes, say yes, say yes or I will commit suicide only with the thought of wasting 1 hour (ONE HOUR) listening to your “revolutionary idea”))

That’s not all there are even smarter breed of people who give me theme like “UFO Invasion!!” and worst they even have story ready!!(Now what to you want out of me!!! I quit everything and become a typist?? Typing a story which I would rather see in fire than in library? And you are not even PAYING ME!!!!!)

You think it’s all?? You are nuts!!- This “one” kind, I am about to mention, I love (read loathe) most….they never force me to write (how can they? They are writer/poets themselves….these people would pick up my composition, change a line or two (giving it a different meaning altogether) and will send it back to me!!! (What??? Why?? Why me? I am still searching for these answers! Really!!)

Motivators come in all shape and sizes…. With the ideas most eccentric and stories most weird! These are people  lord Vishnu sent to earth with a mission “Go my dear soul…there are so many ‘hanumans’ on earth they are yet to know of their power within…..go soul go and tell them that I have blessed them with art of blogging” and there they are minions of Lord Vishnu torturing every soul on earth helping them to find a writer (read blogger) within!

And here I am, motivated by minions of God, well-wishers of humanity and preachers of art,- blogging my thoughts…

And no it’s not that I hate writing, I love it , in fact I take it very seriously … and soon you will know! it’s just that I have my inhibitions in blogging…  Why?? Honestly when people encourage you too much to pursue something you tend to get apprehensive – nothing but human nature *smiles*

Sit back enjoy as I take you through – human seasons (why I named it so will be my next post… but before let me get hang of this blog…) well now though the name of blog differs intentions remain same

* P.S : None of the incident quoted above is figment of writer’s imagination or has been exaggerated. All what’s mentioned is but truth (except for the lord Vishnu part, yet to know the truth )

moved!

Day 1 and I moved to another blogsite!!.... I am becoming mean, something which I always wanted to

Why I am here? : Well this one is simple convenient and easy to use ...see what did I say about being mean part. Besides this lady sitting next to me- who inspired me to blog like no one else, by glamorising it!- refferd this site as the best!; to put it in her own words ' its so convenient that I can post from my mobile!' and there I was struggling to upload a picture (on that other blog).... decision had to be made real quick... If you are unable to upload a picture in three attempts.... its time to move on!!

Sad part : well I had my post there (my first post!) and a comment (the first one...that too not a bad one either!)

Way out : I am putting my post as well as the comment here!! take that! my pessimist self!!



Some Promises* :

• I will not I repeat not write anything which anyone tells me to... Not now, not unless I feel I should
• I will not review books/movies/TV shows
• I will neither be too philosophical or emotional
• I will not be too acerbic seriously I will try hard!!

With promise of great start and ..ahem..longer association (with the site)

I start again

* All promises are subject to writers mood and may change with  the external environment. Please do not read it too carefully and take it to heart before commenting :)