i never celebrate my birth day for i believe that, there is nothing
to celebrate in being born into this world. i had never felt the
day; it had always been just another day for me. today, may 12, on my "birthday"-
i came back home after giving my exam. my mom was waiting at the doors with a smile. some time later, she said quite suddenly to me, " so you'll be 20 from now on, right"?
i was born. i went to school. i studied. i wrote exams. i passed them
alright! i go to a college. i study. i write exams. i pass them alright!
so, what exactly have i achieved in all these years? Nothing!
i was sitting in my room, looking at the walls. i saw a photo of mine-
with my friends and there was another photo of me, with my parents.
i may not be a very good daughter, for i do not obey my parents, i trouble them a lot, i sometimes don't care about them, but i had made them happy- for reasons unknown. whatever i am to them, i make them happy.
my friends like my presence. i make them happy. they laugh with me,
they cry with me, they walk with me- as i do with them.
i am twenty now. and i dedicate this birthday of mine to my parents
and to all my friends. they are all that i ve earned till now. they are all that i have!
to you- mom and dad!
to you all- my friends!
PEACE.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
LET US SEE
Unnamed allies cryout aloud
their sands, moist, yet hot
bloody foam whizzing throughout
in grave silence, gloriously aloud- that
rang throughout those anonymous lands
"Give us a name",
they plea, they crave.
Unnamed bones cryout aloud
their flesh, stale, yet soft
bloody foam whizzing throughout
in grave silence, gloriously aloud- that
rang throughout those piles of bones
"Give us justice",
they plea, they crave.
their cries were in vain
it caused them nothing, but pain
yet, they remain,
to see the animals walk free
to see them hunt, to see them kill
to see them smile on their agony.
to see is why they were born;
to see is what they must do.
let them see-
as the Earth sees and the skies
as the waters see and the air
Let us see
for-
To see is why were were born;
To see is what we must do.
their sands, moist, yet hot
bloody foam whizzing throughout
in grave silence, gloriously aloud- that
rang throughout those anonymous lands
"Give us a name",
they plea, they crave.
Unnamed bones cryout aloud
their flesh, stale, yet soft
bloody foam whizzing throughout
in grave silence, gloriously aloud- that
rang throughout those piles of bones
"Give us justice",
they plea, they crave.
their cries were in vain
it caused them nothing, but pain
yet, they remain,
to see the animals walk free
to see them hunt, to see them kill
to see them smile on their agony.
to see is why they were born;
to see is what they must do.
let them see-
as the Earth sees and the skies
as the waters see and the air
Let us see
for-
To see is why were were born;
To see is what we must do.
Friday, May 4, 2007
THE QUESTION PAPER
All world's an exam hall
and all men and women merely questions
they have choices and answers
and one man, i his life faces many questions
his life being the question paper!
que 1: by the infant?
why am i so small when all the others are so big?i mean, it's ok, they carry me and all. but why do they have to saythings like.."diddy jeeju..".."dju ywu waunt momma to feedj djyuu??"i mean, they talk quite alright when they talk to each other.. oh look..there it goes.. why is she taking such a long time to get me my diapers?"MOM..." of course, she doesnt understand! "waaa... waa... booooo..."
que 2: by theWhining school boy?
.. and she gets paid for just asking questions that we can't answer!and why does he have to reduce marks for handwriting? i mean.. i can understand..it says.. well.. it says something.. atleast! mom is so nice.. why can't dad be the same too? oh.. alright.. i leaver the class.. oh no.. and why does this principal has to come aroundonly when i am being sent out?... "aah.. ouch.. sorry sir.."
que 3: by the lover?
why cant she spend for a change? ok.. she need not spend.. i mean she can atleast eat less..no.. order less... "yeah?.. what day is tomorrow? ..hmm.. thursday?..oh.. sorry..hmm.." now what the hell of a day is tomorrow? "yeah.. yeah.. i am thinking...".. don't tell meit's u'r birthday.. i just spent all my savings last week over u'r perfume.. "honey.. please..""what? chintu's birthday? and you want a party? ....u want a party for u'r dog's birthday"?
que 4: by the soldier?
why cant this bloke just shut up? now the other one has started too... and here comesthe orders..."yes sir"!
que 5: by the justice?
".. yes.. u wnat me to sign?.. ok.." why cant these people do this without me? i hope he has the same lunch as yeterday..mmm... and this phone... "yes? u'r mom is coming? why"?
que 6: by the pantaloon?
brats... they keep getting smaller each day.. why cant they just sit and watch TV? there goes my stick.. " give it back.. this instant.." midjets!
que 7: by the second childhood?
?? ??? ???? ?????? ???????
-----------------------THE END-----------------------------
and all men and women merely questions
they have choices and answers
and one man, i his life faces many questions
his life being the question paper!
que 1: by the infant?
why am i so small when all the others are so big?i mean, it's ok, they carry me and all. but why do they have to saythings like.."diddy jeeju..".."dju ywu waunt momma to feedj djyuu??"i mean, they talk quite alright when they talk to each other.. oh look..there it goes.. why is she taking such a long time to get me my diapers?"MOM..." of course, she doesnt understand! "waaa... waa... booooo..."
que 2: by theWhining school boy?
.. and she gets paid for just asking questions that we can't answer!and why does he have to reduce marks for handwriting? i mean.. i can understand..it says.. well.. it says something.. atleast! mom is so nice.. why can't dad be the same too? oh.. alright.. i leaver the class.. oh no.. and why does this principal has to come aroundonly when i am being sent out?... "aah.. ouch.. sorry sir.."
que 3: by the lover?
why cant she spend for a change? ok.. she need not spend.. i mean she can atleast eat less..no.. order less... "yeah?.. what day is tomorrow? ..hmm.. thursday?..oh.. sorry..hmm.." now what the hell of a day is tomorrow? "yeah.. yeah.. i am thinking...".. don't tell meit's u'r birthday.. i just spent all my savings last week over u'r perfume.. "honey.. please..""what? chintu's birthday? and you want a party? ....u want a party for u'r dog's birthday"?
que 4: by the soldier?
why cant this bloke just shut up? now the other one has started too... and here comesthe orders..."yes sir"!
que 5: by the justice?
".. yes.. u wnat me to sign?.. ok.." why cant these people do this without me? i hope he has the same lunch as yeterday..mmm... and this phone... "yes? u'r mom is coming? why"?
que 6: by the pantaloon?
brats... they keep getting smaller each day.. why cant they just sit and watch TV? there goes my stick.. " give it back.. this instant.." midjets!
que 7: by the second childhood?
?? ??? ???? ?????? ???????
-----------------------THE END-----------------------------
MIND'S JOURNEY
The lands and the skies
both seem alike
with no turns nor bends parting ways
the sands and the waters
affect me alike
their heat and chill into the same chase
there is no destination
nor is there a journey
and no one to travel with me
yet, i walk into those endless roads
through sands, waters and rocks
with no one, but hope, in me.
there is no air
nor is there any life
and no one to survive, but me
the words keep flowing
in no proper format
i know not how to stop them
i can't stop writing
as i can't stop thinking
so i wouldn't stop here, but pause!
both seem alike
with no turns nor bends parting ways
the sands and the waters
affect me alike
their heat and chill into the same chase
there is no destination
nor is there a journey
and no one to travel with me
yet, i walk into those endless roads
through sands, waters and rocks
with no one, but hope, in me.
there is no air
nor is there any life
and no one to survive, but me
the words keep flowing
in no proper format
i know not how to stop them
i can't stop writing
as i can't stop thinking
so i wouldn't stop here, but pause!
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