From negative to positive

A time ago I obsessed over death
and then death sortof overtook me
I once had a soul
but then my soul sold me
I once clapped thunder
but thunder just clamped in
There was once limelight to hog
but it's now outdone by fog

I am a better person
coz from dearth I rose
I am a better friend
coz once enemies surrounded me
I am the one for me...
surrounded forever by someones and no-ones

I have the confidence
it is just an idea
and ideas never die

I look at this morning...
I look at the Sun rising
when it last was sunset...
I've forgotten

--Last of my lost poem series.I have lost quite a FEW poems from my Bangalore times.I wish there was someone who has these poems of mine stored away.So I can make these poems part of my blog and keep them for eternity

Follow the Sun

When,
lights still sparkled in my eyes
vision looked all fuzzy
and I was just a kid

Then,
Thoughts were just a blank
mind was standing on the bank
of river of thoughts and situations

Today,
lights still sparkle
but their is no warmth in them
they just serve a purpose
Vision is very clear
it just looks at some purpose
thoughts just focus,unfocus,mix and match
and mind feels to be midst of a river
river..which sometimes has rains
sometimes overflows
most times just flows
Tomorrow,
I just see the Sun in my eyes

JUST FOLLOW THE SUN :)

-Written in Bangalore.this is one of my 4 poems which I lost and magically retrieved only a few days ago.

Sometimes u feel this

I see the light again
I can look at those roads again
paths I'll remember till eternity
r beneath my feet once again
people I met everyday till some time ago
r there for me again
friends who protected me from harshness
r enveloped in my arms once again
I don't know what heaven is like
but I do know..
if it's a place
then I am reaching it
if it's a feeling
then I am feeling it

-Again part of my Good Morning series when I was in Bangalore.I wrote this when I reached chandigarh after 3-4 months in Bangalore.

All TP all along

Passage of time used to be so lonely,
till the world jumped for'TP'
now passages all around..
have TPing ppl abound

Patience of friendship..
is now a doormat to 'time-pass'
adventure called face-to face chit chatting
is a ransom to smsing and chatting

Torment to one's soul..
..is seriousness in relation
'senti' word is anchored
to ones experiencing this desolation

Flimsy Passion has replaced Plain love
friendships live by the name of 'one upmanships'
To Manipulate is to TP
to be huMan is to be a pal

Time chimes like a bell
atop the temple of life
The day it stops..
all will be left floundering
looking for depth...
..where there is none
looking for people..
..where there are false faces
looking for beating hearts..
..finding only beaten hearts

-I wrote this poem a long time back in Bangalore as part of my Good Morning series.But the truth still exists

What are we upto ...

Who are we earning for ?
what are we getting at ?
who are we turning into?
what are we jumping into?

I see around a host of new faces
all so young,and just so bright
a treasure trove of restless energy
just holding off the feeling of anarchy

Our workplaces just abound with work
Our minds just erupting into madness
timelessness is the only time
workaholism is the only reward
Money is such a paltry award
for the life we so religiously discard...

All our lives,
professionalism is taught
I wish sometimes...
what if politics had been taught
personality would have suffered
but atleast life we could have recovered

I look back
& I see our elders
who lived a life so balanced
saw us create a life so unbalanced
they told us again & again
don't be so profane
but we kept on progressing
was it that we were regressing...

We all have wads of money
but yet we loath for more
we spend it all for better
but yet our credit's just outta control
Earlier principles were the pride..
now bank balances are the warcry

What are we giving to our future
a credit card filled with bills?
or an office filled with artificial warmth?
or a culture so material..

News Or Abuse

A look back at 2008

shows a lot gone wrong

stock markets bottom fell over

blasts and terror trails hounded us into cover

Whole world went into economic turmoil

McCain voted out by Obama

Lives elsewhere gunned off by Osama

Channel upon channel…

… made mincemeat out of issues

And issues out of mince meat

A look back at this almost gone by year

Leaves all but the newsmen in tears

They broke news upon news

With all channels crying over exclusives

dead bodies lying around just became incentives

Journalism once used to be responsible

Its form now is just inexplicable

24 hr. channels dish out infotainment

Whether it’s dirty laundry

Or pure disdainment…

Anchors look like actors..

Speaking loudly or too slowly..

When did presenter overpower the presentation?

Why did news overpower reality?

How did News become an abuse?

I wrote this poem against all these reckless news channels who speak whatever comes to their minds in the name of public opinion.Their anchors are worth zilch,actors from some C-grade movie who only know how to put fear into people's heart.I miss those DD days...

T H E D E L U G E

 

 

Water..a symbol  of purity

Water..part of our body

Water...a force of nature !

Fires can be stopped by water

  but none can stop the water

 When calm,it is sight for sore eyes

   but in calamity...

                    it brings tears to eyes

We fight for water

 for passages over it

  and canals  through it

But ,never once can we handle

  the deluge of water

All we do is analyze the reason

  throw it all on the season

Ask all those people who suffered

  isn't all that analysis..

    without an iota of action

  An act of treason!

So many are dead

   many more just walking dead

No one  will think about the sad and dead

  when this deluge is just gone and said

What's left behind

  a new flood..

    a flood of tears

    a deluge of promises

     and a joke...!

   A joke of emotions

Fumes of Friendship...

Best of Freindships
have hardest of times.
a call,a mail,a talk
can sink these ships

When friends are lost..
and ships sacrificed to storms
what's left behind are...
fumes of friendships

When the flame has lost it's glory
and times have all gone gory
what's left behind are not flames
but just fumes

They say,
fumes can make a phoenix..
fumes are all encompassing.
But,
whose seen a phoenix
and who sees life in-passing

So,my friends,
fumes are all that are left
fumes of good memories
of great old times
of times more forgotten...
...than remembered
Fan these fumes...
into flames if you can,
Rest assured,
I won't be fanning them again......

We Meet Again!!

People come,meet and move on

 we wait,stick around & walk  alone..

Going away is difficult,

  Coz u will never meet again!!

 

But,

if we meet again

 that someone we missed a lot

  the one who changed me a lot

   what would really happen

   would it really happen...

 

I would again be at same park

                         on same bench..

Thinking of the same day

   of the last adieu...

What if...

  infinite become finite

  u walk into the light...

u walk out of my nightmares

  into my dreams..

.......

Written in a presentation.I wish there was some reason for which I wrote this poem but there is none.I think I am happy saying that:)

When I am free

Freedom was something we fough for as a nation

   To be free we killed & got killed

We changed from martyrs to slaves

   & slaves then became martyrs...

 

Looking at it all today,

  for once I am free

  I have time for myself

  no responsibilities to my seniors,

  no authority over my peers...

 

But,

  Enjoyment is a skill,

 expressing it is a virtue

 not all succeed at it

and most fail miserably at it...

 

To be busy,we all have plans

  our seniors kill us for that

   peers look to us for that

But when free,

  who has a plan?

 we are so engrossed in work

   and life itself stops to work...

 

For us,

 freedom is a reward for work

 what if,

  freedom is reward for freedom only.....!!??

 

Written on 5th July during a presentation.I was free for sometime so I tried to find a meaning about it all!!..What really is freedom these days??   

Meet Again

 

If time had one more stroke  
         to make with it's brush
What  would it be like?
          'Coz the colors you'll see from now on
 Will be new,
        maybe shades of some old memories
Maybe some party,or maybe a vacation
 
For years we were there
      there but a bit rare
I think we meet as friends for last time
Next we meet,
     it will not be a today or a tomorrow I see

But,
     it will be some thing,a future,
    we are wanting to make for ourselves
If,everything goes as it should,
                we will meet another time 
 
Me,a different,improved persona
You,the best you are
    best you will be ....
 
Written in the December of 2002,nearing end of MCA..can't say I liked those times...but dreams then became memories..

Pop a mail to me ...

 

 

Thinking of you...

   Just plainly missing you

Although everyday we talk..

   Just facing the screen

How I wish it was face to face...

 

Thanking you won't be a bad idea..

  Except that the Thank you is short

   but your memories are long..and oh so sweet

 

But still,I thank you

  coz their's nothing else for me to say

And,

  if their's nothing else for you to do..

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