A BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO MY VERY DEAR TEACHER :)

FOR SOMEBODY VERY SPECIAL!

-(MRS SEEMA SINGH)

Sweet as a sticcado's note,sedulous.
a mother,a guide,a friend precious.
Elegant than ellegance,for your intelligence
All I can offer you is reverence.

Energy you can inject,with your perfect SMILE :)
into even a weak senile!
The love and care you bear in your heart- big as a Nile,
you are never hostile even with the guiles.

On the very special day-november 4,
the b'day of a teacher i truly adore.
I could experience the sweet suprise in your tone,
when after my wishings,i heard you on the phone.

you asked me to write a poem for you,
and so you see,this is for you! :)

With your words emphasising
I got to hear after a <<TRING>>
in your lullaby tone,
"thankyou very very very much Divya" - on the phone.

Ma'am this aint all that I have in,
but just what i could bring.
outta my heart,my soul- some words array.
for you who caught me,oh you,you astray!
with your many and every ways!

A **wake up** alarm for INDIA!

PRESENT INDIA: Land we thrived for!
    (AN IRONY!)

The country called india

born out from the identied womb of Mother India

gives its citizens the fundamental rights:

the right to freedom,right to equality and the right for yourself to fight!

The nation glorified for the qualities,

you call 'brotherhood' and ideal entities!

but witty souls as you,

ponder to know if that's true.

Is this the true picture of India to the world we show?

where cases of murder,rape and violence grow?

The boat on which India sails-aint the ilk,

to the once reverenced - that now sinks!

Headlines for brutual happenings change- in an eye blink!
which we overlook to get them-somewhere in our hearts sink

Happenings keep adding to the 'CRIME LOG'
for we are worsning than the mere dogs!

Dogs:safer for a society to be built
than the demons of the present who have no guilt.

of the sins they commit,
and the words they vomit.

Is this the land we ever thrived?
to be born and to survive!

Let the souls of 'human' awaken in you,oh readers!
to bring out amongst us-a leader!

to govern and transform the country infernal
to a peaceful world eternal.

How many more 'Damini' we need
for the dogs to bring out a 'human breed'!

Is this the land we ever thrived?
to be born and to survive?

When will we live in a nation of Gandhi:
where the mind lives without fear,
and where is no pain beared!?

NOW is the time to bring a change!
to come out of  this stinking cage!

NOW is the time to preclude
the social evils we owe to exclude!

NOW is the time to rebuke,extricate and pay a heed,

for the infants who now whoop
threatened of the world that experiences a *CRIME LOOP*.

NOW is the time for the 'morbificts of fear'
to be made to know the 'morbidity of pain to bear'
.
NOW is the time to bring a change,
to get out of this stinking cage!

NOW is the time..

EXPERIENCES from my life!

See a COCONUT,
hard to POUND!
tough is the shell
covering it around..
but ohh!you see
how soft it is from within!

Life is just the ilk
things seem different but the truth within connects to a different story!
How strange is the creation of god!
well..amm...thats not God to it
but the idolum form of beings..
**HYPOCRITES** and the **PRETENDERS**!

man...!! you rock at the act and the skills you ow!
<<sarcasms>> :| :|

"A sage or a businessman?"

See the 'priests'-sadhus,father and guru whom you call,
"money and self glory aren't the things we need"- say them all.
But oh! go look deep into them,in their lives!

These 'social servants' ostensible,
stupify the throngs,following whose postils we stumble!

We 'donate', giving up everything
- money, jewellery and homes!
shake you! open your eyes; wake up!
on your conscience subjugations are up.

All you people, of thoughts healthy and pure as milk,
They are for you- lime,

not as you consider to be- sublime!

See the 'priests' - sadhu, father and guru whom you call,
"money and self glory aren't the things we need"- say them all.
But oh! go look deep into them and their lives!

A soul that sacrifised all sorts of embellishments,
was considered a "saint" conventionally;
but a man of high bank balance,tight new clothes
living luxuriously has redefined 'being a saint' eventually.

The new 'modern saint' of children and wife,
doesnt have to worry for his life;

for he has a mass- a crowd to follow

who is there to support him for his financitic sorrows.

Oh insensibles! stop being hocussed,
go look deep into the lives of the gurus cause of whom you're defoccussed!

"A businessman or a sage?"
-yes this is what you'll think

 when you'll actually think!

RAINS- The Magic Wand Spreading Joy!

A scene of an evening as usual as any,

when out in my lane were people many.

Gossiping and discussing on topics countless,
in groups of each of a number less.

Out of their houses were children cycling,
contrary were the teens on their bikes riding.

Also stood some girls with a cola in hand,
engrossed in their usual talks of boys,fashion and brand!

Watching the scenes,in the balcony i stood,
in the company of music -my livelihood.

Under the fan,away from the vexation
of the hot swampy weather of june and july-a frustation!

Sweating but frisking were people in cheerfulness
unlike me who stood in fretfulness.

Wishing my lord to cause the rains to cause glee,
I listened to Pitbull's "let it rain over me"

Of a sudden,as some spell cast out,
I felt some drops from the cloud.

Oh!it was raining and my wish was heard,
rain as ice fell on hearth.

I dont know how rains bring pleasure with itself,
responding to which I dance to myself!

Just as a coin turns it's side when flipped,
my mood with ribbons of joy was ripped.
Then I heard my phone ring,
flashed on the screen was "bestie calling"

I picked up the phone,said "hellooooo" as a fanatic!
"ewww...its raining" she replied as a critic!

Dont know why people find,
rains to be irritating and boring kind!

Rains for me are a yearn,
giving me happiness i cannot earn!

Its a beauty of nature,a gift of god;
a shower of blessing to the soil from the lord.

I love the rains,the joy and fun.
the ardour and zest it brings to the long life run.

A line to all who hate rains,
following which would change their brains.

"oh my friend,dont just get wet!,feel the rain,forgetting all your frets!"

Irony of life..!

sTrAnGe,ConTraCDiCtorY aNd wEirD..bUt nOt fOr Me:

Its funny how HELLO is always accompanied with GOODBYE...
 how...good memories make you cry...
 how...forever never seems to last....
 how...at times..you need someone who was never around..and will never be... (so strange!)
 how....you forgive,but not forget! ...
 how.. the people you called friends....become strangers.....!
 how...you lose yourself...thinking about the pathetic times you had..
 how...a great span of time seem to be small...and small to be great....!
HoW iRoNiC lYf TurNs oUt to be..... but...d funniest part of ol iz....none of dats funny 2 me...
 ITS THE TRUTH OF LYF.... THE ROLLER COASTER RIDE OF LYF... .
 LYF KEEPS TURNInG....BUT THE STEERING WHEEL OF IT Is IN YoUr HANDs..! |
BUT NOT ALWAYS NECESSARY THE DIESEL'S FULL FOR D CAR TO TRAVEL..... BUT...AGAIN....!
U HAVE YuoR LEGS...yOuR FEET....U KNOW To WALK ALONE....AND U SHOULD...!!
~~ so strange,contradictory and funny! again not for me..
coz i know its the truth of the road of life which has TURNS...!

Growing up and the turning life!!

Growing up,i see and feel,
the truth of the world is coming out as a peel.

Life now seems bleak and null,
for things around are becoming dull.

An innocent kid when i was,
cheerful and fun my life was.

But growing up as a nymph i find,
things were easy in the childhood life left behind.

Now the gal grown up,in the middle sea of life-abhores,
the emotional changes coming and growing-she wants to leave ashore.

The life she is living with vibrant emotions held in her heart,
are a vexation-tearing her apart!

Bearing a deep pain she still fakes-a smile
though she's finding her life to be-a vile

But what she could do and whom she could say?
for atlast this is the role,in the life she ought to play.

Stepping in the school she again finds herself in a trap,
for with her heavy heart,many lessons she had to grasp.

Teacher walks in and asks her:
"why is it dear that i find
you arent that that zealous,cheerful and bright?!"

Hiding the things she have in,
she again fakes-a bright grin.

Like a girl mishandled..
she's confused
she's messed.

by the things she's bound
and the changing 'air' around!

Like a lion-cheerful and tough-she seems out,
but gloomy and lydian-she's all a trout.

Growing up as a nymph she finds,
things were easy in the childhood life-now left behind.

So growing up,i see and feel
the truth of life comes out as a peel,
for u to realize..
LiFe tAkEs A tUrN,aNd ThInGs ChaNgE ArOunD...