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..