Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Victims of our own devices

VICTIMS OF OUR OWN DEVICES

 

We are victims of our own devices
bonded and shackled by them
for they are like a leech that sucks our very soul
 
They will consume
our time , resources and money
all while they appear
in the guise of our friends
 
They are friends
of the summer
that will melt in the winter
In good times they feed of our happiness and increase it
in bad times they are our worst critics
 
But such is reality
that neither can I
release myself from their hug
nor can I continue this embrace
that poisons my body and soul
 


Saturday, 24 January 2015

A man in adversity

A MAN IN ADVERSITY

 

It is in times of adversity
that a great man is built
his character put to strain
and his morals truly tested for the first time
 
The man who is moulded
in those times of adversity
is a shadow of his former self
 
Those who have learnt from this experience
shall never be satisfied
he shall set high goals
that once accomplished
is replenished with higher ones
 
He enjoys the taste of success
only for a couple of minutes
and keeps the bitter taste of loss
for even less
and then as always returns to the battlefield
fighting with the same old weapon of hardwork
to achieve his goals
 
For such a man
achieving excellence is a habit
that is not borne out of necessity
but out of his own new character
it is a constant source of
amazement for him
that this desire remains constant in his ever changing life
it is something that he demands from himself
to give meaning to life
 
He shall no longer bow down
to any difficulty however big
putting a feisty battle up
and even a loss to the most
shall only lead to a big smile on his face
 
but nevertheless
such a man
would face life with the same
rigour , ruthlessness and restlessness
 
for he has won this game of life
 
 
 


Thursday, 22 January 2015

A Politician

A POLITICIAN

 

why is it today
that the word politician
has become a byword
for everything that is wrong in human being
 
For if one
only takes the effort
to break the word
politician
he shall find it means
a group of people
practicing politics
for the nation
 
Why is it
that we no longer confide with them
our hopes and aspiration
our desires our dreams
and talk to them about our collective
dream of a better nation
 
If today the word politician
has become nothing more than a byword
for everything wrong in the human race
it is because far too many
good people remain silent ,
in the shadows
waiting for a messiah for their deliverance
 
This is not only an act of cowardice
but also a betrayal to mother India
It is like watching a victim of a road accident
on the floor
his eyes begging for help
but nonetheless we just move on
 
If people are not willing
to vote , to demand for
good public services,
demand a corruption free India
and take adequate steps to ensure it
then why should the politicians give all this to us
 
nonetheless in the face of public indifference
I dream a India
where the coming of a politician
is not greeted with muttered voices
of insults
 
 
 
 


A suffering worse than death

A SUFFERING WORSE THAN DEATH

 

The most painful thing
in the world is to see
life slowly seep out
through an old man
 
A suffering that is supposed to last a few minutes
Is extended to many years
under the guise of modern science
knowing very well
that the man in front of you
Is barely alive
 
What is the point of such a life
I ask myself
where a person is nothing more
than a burden on mankind
who only is remembered by what he did in the past
 
What is the point of such a life
where there is neither liberty
nor the dignity
that is given to every man
 
There is today
a generation of old men and women
who are nothing more than zombies
by pills popped in their mouth everyday
by an attendent
who couldn't care less
for the live of this man
 
Why is it today
that people surrounding this zombie
will be more happy than sad
when the long delayed death comes to take this man
 


Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Those times

THOSE TIMES

 

It is in those moments
In those times
When I can do as I wish
With no time constraints
No responsibilities over my head
that my time here on earth the most
 
Those days and weeks
of complete freedom
with negligible hardwork
feel so surreal now
almost like a dream
 
When I think of tomorrow
when my school starts
 
With all the hardwork
boring lectures to sit through
and knowing very well that
most of my  understanding
will be done in tutions
 
But nonetheless
such times
Feel good for a few days
 
If taken up to a period
of months and years
we shall all go mad
due to boredom
 
For in each of our hearts
we all crave
some hardwork
some responsibility
some challenges
 
To keep us occupied
to keep us going
to keep the human spirit
entertained and employed
 


Tuesday, 20 January 2015

Pen

PEN

 

When I pick this pen up
I think a thousand words
But write so few
Perhaps , I do not know many words
 
It appears
This is my messenger
as well as I am its prisoner
I want to write as much as I speak
but this instrument restricts me
 
I want to fill pages upon pages
with my feelings , opinions and words
But I am able to fill so few
so very few
 
perhaps this is a mixed blessing
For I want to write so much
but I am unable to
 
Forcing me
rather unwillingly
to write less,
and to express my thoughts in a more
clear and concise manner


Life is a lottery ticket

LIFE IS A LOTTERY TICKET

 
Life is a lottery ticket
for if I was born in nobility
I shall never be poor
if I was born in a paupers house
I shall be nothing more than a
pauper myself
 
Life is a lottery ticket
For if I was born in the US
I will never be a beggar
if  I was born in the slums of Mumbai
I would be one among the millions of faceless children
 
Life is a lottery ticket
for if was born in a religious home
only love would be showered on me
If I was born in a drunkards home
I would be scarred in violence
 
Life is a lottery ticket
For if I was born
in a place full of hospitals
I will not die before I mutter my first words
But if I was born in a place with no hospitals
I might not be that lucky
 
Life is a lottery ticket
for if I was born in a place of enlightenment
I will myself gain enlightenment
if I was born in a place of ignorance
I shall only contribute to that ignorance
 
Life is a lottery ticket
For I was born in a city
I would represent the future
if I was born in a village
I would only be at best a part
of the past
 
Life is a lottery ticket
and I thank god
for awarding me with one