FLY!

You don't need
wings to fly
broaden you mind
and you'll fly all night.

Listen to your heart
fly to where you belong
Sprinkle the pixie dust
and fly to your heart!

Live the dreams
fly to them
touch the rainbow
fly in shimmering lights.

If you're a fairy at heart
then fly,
achieve all that you can,
watch the flowers bloom
paint the sky with love
rise to the heights of all you can be
and fly in all the marvellous things!

SUCCESS AND FAILURE!

Far away,
where a few can reach,
is a place
where I want to be.

A heaven for some,
A challange for few,
A dream for others,
The destiny for me.

It's impossible to reach it, some say;
you'll gain nothing out there, many say;
you're crazy, others say;
It's my destiny, I say.

Failure and success are present together.
We meet them both
but see only one.

We see what our heart makes us see.
For many, failure is death;
for few, failure is a path to success.

It's in your eyes
whether you see
a dead-end
or a passage
wriggling out of dust.

Your choices will lead you
where you want to be
and I choose
What I feel is right for me.

I love success
more than I fear failure
and I know
my sight will show show me
not failure waiting ahead
bus a success
hidden in the muck of failure
so that I can grab
the gold within the dirt
and fulfill my dreams
and succeed to the height of SUCCESS!

INDEPENDENCE!

1947 approached like
a spell from a wand
and the hearts of Indians
once again swelled with glee.

At long last
the martyres were worshipped
and British Officials got kicked.

It was the night
of "Kranti",
of revolution,
of the birth
of a new India.

As the new India was disinfected
of the white rodents,
the pure hearts of 'Indians'
were swelled with pride.

This golden sparrow
finally flew free
of its white clutches
and began a new life...

As the Indians breathed
in the air of freedom once more,
the skies heard only one Chant
issuing from the South of Asia,
"MERA BHARAT MAHAAN!"

PARENTS!

PLEADINGS OF WE POOR CHILDREN........


Donkeys lead a better life, I feel
than the children do.
A life barred of all emotions,
just a dumb mind to follow.

Parents are called God
and I think
the sentence is true
even though
perceptions are different.

Sitting in a temple,
at the back of the mind
we always know
that God will never listen.

Trying to make
our parents understand,
we always know
they'll think it's a big crap.

The moment the lock clicks open
and you flung your bag on the bed
Stressed out to the 'heights of stress',
--your parents APPEAR.

AND THE SCOLDING STARTS....

They look not at your dishevelled expressions
not the tears in your eyes
but the CREASE on the bedsheet!

They see not the lingering absence,
the numb blankness of mind,
but the seconds ticking away..
showing how much time you have wasted!!

Instead of the 'hello' kiss,
it is question of physics,
or a sum of Mathematics
or even a tense of English.

Instead of eye-crinkling smile,
it is a lecture that greets you,
and a scolding that follows
and sometimes few comparisons too.

Friends call
and parents hover
right over your head
keeping an eye on you
as if on the latest
TOM CRUISE spy-film.

Interactions seem like
time wastage to our 'Gods'
and the slightest tear
or the saddening of face
seems like a steady BLACKMAIL.

Parents act like
THE PRESIDENT OF UNITED STATES
with a liberty of scolding
without a valid reason,
and a choice of ignoring
the Child's most difficult season.

Parents carefully ignore
their wrong-doings,
but child's one toe out of line
seems like an approaching felony.

Emotions don't seem to matter anymore
in this wide-world of robotics
but the fault is not in the Education Board,
the fault is in parents..

One Encouraging Smile won't harm,
one loving caress won't kill,
one second of privacy won't complicate things,
one reason for loving your child won't matter!

FOR A KID IS A KID
not a machine
and the moment
that 'the parents' will grasp this fact,
the world will be a better place;
but till then
must I say.......

however offending others
might find this -----
PARENTS MAKE LIFE HELL!

My Mom - The Best Mom!?

It's all in my heart
that I'm gonna tell you today
A better mom than you
never can I get anyway.

Fever, exams whatever it was
you were always sitting beside me
either taking care of me
or teaching me and sometimes scolding me too.

Laughed out aloud
at your mistakes, i did
Cried,
when you were in pain, I did.

Love and affection
I felt for you always
I know much
I can't give you back
the years you sacrificed for me.

Even if God takes me, I say
I'll tell Him in a clear way
that as good a mom
even he couldn't become anyway.

Let our paths be different,O'Mum
I know you'll always join me
on the way.

So O'greatest of all mums
Remember this forever
that whatever might happen
we'll always be together!

MY ROLE MODEL - MY NANU!

This poem is dedicated to my beloved Grandfather - Dr. Devendra Handa - who gave me all the joie de vivre, held my hand in the greatest adversity and became not only my protector but my teacher too and taught me all that I know.

He handed me my first pen and became my first notebook. Compromising with his time-bound work, he gave me all that time many strive for. Even if I live for a whole millenia, I can never thank him enough for helping me reach the height I have today. He helped me enhance my talent and widen my horizon. He made me strong enough to stand my ground and taught me how to dream big!

God

I never used to believe in,

Temples
I never used to go in,
Religion
I never cared of,
And worship
I never did it.

Logic
was what I believed in,
Practical
was what I wanted to be,
Miracles
I never waited for,
Faces
I never saw of God.

Angel
I define you as,
God
I worship you as,
Face
I always see is yours.
'Cause ' enlightened,
you are my lord!

Photograph of yours
I kept on my table
so that your face
gave enlightenment to me.

o' grandpa, O' grandpa, O' grandpa
is all I chant
when sit on my table
to study hard.

Dedication
I've learnt from you,
Knowledge
I've got from you,
'Cause O' messenger of God,
you are my inspiration
you are my motivation!

CARVER SIR - A LIVING LEGEND!

God has created many marvels but the legendry Carver Sir is the most remarkable of all. It can be rightly said that he himself is the creator of many gems out of raw stones i.e., his students.
His office is full of flowers but he always says that the most beautiful roses he has ever set eyes on are his students. For him, his family comprises of "jewels" - the Stephanians.
I dedicate this piece of work to the most honourable principal this world will ever see - Mr. Harold Carver - who has carved my person and mind into what I am today!


Sixth of thirteenth a child,
Carver Sir became
a God of Discipline,
a living legend.

"Never give up"
the St. Joseph student has truly lived his words.
Aroma of adventure
he filled in us
and gave us
dreams to fulfill in life.

A living legend, a great teacher,
a best friend
he aspired to be Naval Air Pilot
but became teacher
to teach us morals of life.

Dumbledore, many name him as;
God, many see him as;
Caeser, many portray him as;
and 'Man Of Dreams', many respect him as.

Rome was not built in a single day,
St. Stephen's was not planned in a single day
And all I want to say
even God couldn't create brains like him
in a single day!

WE ADORE YOU, CARVER SIR!

WAIT!

Darkness prevailed
as tear after tear
fell from my eyes.

Every tear
was a remembrance
of the time I had enjoyed so much.

Now there was nothing for it
but to wait,
wait for the dawn to erupt,
wait for the happiness to come,
wait for the hope to go.

I'll wait with none by my side,
slowly and gradually
the pain will recede
and with it will come another wait.

wait for love,
wait for life
and finally, wait for death!

STAR IN YOU!

Sometimes you feel ordinary
thinking you are no special.
feeling inferior from the popular
hiding in a corner to shed a tear.

Turn around and you'll see
a world you'll find at your feet
waiting in centre is a throne
bowing in your service.

Stars shine like diamonds
but in front of you
their lights are like a midnight sky.

Sunshine is feeble
in front of your glow
Spotlight is inconspicuous
in front of your glamour.

There's a star in you
hidden somewhere
in the depths of your heart
waiting to be found.

So look inside your heart
you'll find a diamond
shining like a star inside.

You are special
you are unique
you are gorgeous
for you have a star in you!

THE BATTLE!

The battle had commenced
swords hit the skin
blood splattered everywhere.

Each death accompanied by a tear,
Each wound accompanied by a moan,
the air was soon
full of screams and yells.

Dead bodies were littered like garbage on sand
Blood stream was as large as pacific ocean
Survivors were huddled in a corner
mourning the dead.

If this battle be the fight for life,
If each drop of blood be a failure,
If each death be a hurdle,
fight.

Fight to live,
fight to survive,
fight to win,
for when in battle
blood doesn't matter
death doesn't make opponent sympathetic.

So,
move on
whatever might happen
move on
for you only get one chance to win
and I say you take it!

ULTIMATUM!

Sun never stopped burning
stars never stopped shining
people never stopped speaking
and I never stopped dying.

Every tick of the second-hand
showed another moment passing
and every second that passed
brought with it another second
waiting to pass...

As for me,
death was life
and life was death.

Sun that shone bright in the sky
brought with it the ray of hope
not that it will be light
but that soon it will be dark.

For darkness reflected my mood
the inside of me dead as a corpse
and outside of me trying not to look dead.

The ultimatum for the pain to go
was a never-coming phenomena
and the numbness inside me
was a never-ending truth
that I could not deny.

I wished I could die
but it seems
death is oblivious to my pain.

Death seems like a rotten egg
when it doesn't show up
when it is in most demand.
and life feels like an obligation
rather than a gift
when who we lived for
is Gone!

THAT POOR GUY!

I felt pity
at his poor condition,
affection
towards his boldness.

Darkness gulping him,
he walked for hours
selling out maps.

Beauty, I saw
under the slime.
Kindness, I sensed
in his eyes.

Courteously, he bent down
and asked
if he could get some money
in return of his maps!

Asked him I did
should I give money without buying maps?
"No way", he said, aghast
"Buy maps and then give money."

Shocked at his dignity
taken back by his grandeur
wanted , I did to give him all money
I had
but resisted myself
for the eyes of the poor boy were full of tears.

Went from there although I did,
his eyes looking at me, they were.
his voice echoing inside my head
his words pure as white
even after the next day had begun!
the next day had begun!

WORLD OF MY OWN!

Lying in my bed,
used to think, I did,
what have I done,
What will I be remembered for?

Time passes on
and leaves behind celebrities
who sign their name with a flourish
like a peacock.

On lookers are many
who while away time
admiring autographs
of celebrities.

BUT WHO AM I?

Just an onlooker
I want to be not,
simply admire celebrity
I want to do not.

A world of my own
is what I dream,
Touch the heights
is what I want to do.

CAN YOU DO NOT?

"Impossible!"
Let the world say
'cause I am on my way
making a world of my own.

Make a silver sky,
colour the Sun purple,
rebuild empire state building
and wear that feather of Krishna

All my dreams
will come true
when I will
make a world of my own!

DEATH!

Death is something
we all avoid
but is always
the ultimatum.

When crying becomes a routine,
when pain becomes the only emotion in heart,
when seconds tick by as hours,
we wait for death to come to us.

For every tear the eyes shed
belongs to the one we love
and when that love walks away
we wait for death to come to us.

Every trickle of tear,
every tick of clock,
brings with it
a hope to die.

Finally death takes pity
and comes one day
so that we can close our eyes
to every pain of the place where we lay!

SURVIVAL

Sometimes only the name is enough
to enliven the monster
groping inside you
to open the hole in your chest.

Pain is a wound that never heals,
even if you live for
hundreds of thousand of years.

'Time heals every wound.'
Each letter in the line is a lie.
Time doesn't heal,
time only enhances.

As time passes,
it brings with it
the immense pain.

Even if the pain lessens,
there's the intolerable numbness
that is sometimes
worse than the pain itself.

When the only one you love
leaves you forever,
how do you find the strength
to even survive?

Happiness becomes a foreign emotion,
a smile becomes an alien
and soon even the muscles ache
when it comes to forcing a laugh.

In all of this,
life goes on
but what does not go on
is you,
and that is a truth
that when dawns on you
brings with it the anxiety
but not the required strength
and soon you find
that you could survive better
when you didn't know
how to survive!

ONE DAY!

One's arrogance
is all it takes
to break another's heart.

If being cool is all it takes
to have everything you want
then there'll be millions
crying on the roadside.

I'm no Hannah Montana
and no song I write
is a hit yet
but I'm no side -kick either.

I think.

People take me to be
a spider on their
precious satin curtains.

Friends look at me
with pitiful eyes
behind which
shows their mockery.

I star in no movie
and no stage
is my home yet,
but that doesn't mean
that I don't sing.

One day
I promise to be
the girl of everyone's dream,
the centre of attraction.

One day,
I'll be Miley Cyrus
with my every song
making the hot list.

One day,
I'll show those
who think I'm a side kick
that that's not who I am.

One day,
I'll be famous
Fulfilling my dreams
and showing everybody
the real me!

WE ARE DYING!

Early morning when I wake up
and look out of window,
I feel my heart sinking
for nothing I see is green.

Grey, the colour of smoke
and grey, the colour of sky,
Feels devastating
when looked at these days.

Sometimes pity is what I feel
for the wonderful lungs of mine
turning grey which are
like the colour of sky.

Scared, I am
as to what will happen
when carbon in the air
makes the breath grey.

Cars gleam pink, red and maroon
and leaving the trees
all barren, leafless
and brown

"Help me," the humans will say
when nothing will remain green
when black will become'
the colour of death.

Man thinks
the Earth will help
whatever might happen, it will be
ready to die for him.

BUT IS THAT TRUE??

"No!" the earth will reply
"got what you deserved, you have.
What did you think
killing me will help you survive?"

Down and down
the man will go
with nothing but guilt
of the murder of his Mother Earth.

Nothing will come to help
once the black-hole gulps the Earth
And nothing will help survive
Once the Earth gets destroyed.

Now's the time
to think about Earth
so that when it comes to death
atleast it's not all bleak.

So,
prevent this pollution
from reaching the sphere of Earth
so that when it comes to death,
we can go on guilt free and proudly ,
that there is something we did
to save this Mother Earth of ours!

SAVE ME

Early morning
came a sparrow to me
chirped and pecked at me
to wake me up.

'Good Morning', it whispered in my ears,
and began to cry, it did.
And told me the sorrow
of being left alone.

Look at the sky, it said
no bird there left to fly.
All killed by humans
mobiles the weapons.

'Family all went
friends all died
the vast sky, a monster
scare me till I die.'

Feel pity on me
Oh Civilized!
Save me
Oh Child of God!

Save me from
the deadly thing that kills-
when the mobile
switches on.

Tell me
Oh learned!
Should I give birth to a child
to send it to the house of death???

What should I do
when the world's against me,
destroying my home
killing my family?

All greenery gone
my nest all black
the smoke comes
vast in proportion
and takes away with it
my breath of relief.

Save the earth
Oh learned!
Save the life
Oh civilized!
Because will you not
the life will not save you!

What am I?

I am a little creature
of God's great universe.
With my little wisdom, I gather,
'He' created me with a purpose.

So am I breathing,
growing and laughing,
enjoying His creation and
in given directions, walking...

Purpose of my creation,
perhaps he still has to convey.
Till then, prepare I have to
myself and mend my way.

I want to be perfect
for when God comes and says -
'this is your direction,
and this is your way.'

Time God is giving me now
to observe, learn and grasp,
is the asset biggest for me,
to make my mind sharp;

Teachers are great potters,
moulding me to great shape.
Parents are the best jewellers,
to make me the strongest Jade.

Friends are there to fill me
with life, love and emotion.
Nature teaching me
to cross hurdles and find solution.

So, one day in future
whatever "I will be",
the whole world will see,
and my country will
be " proud of me"!