Let's Break This Wall

Remember those days my friend,
When you would hold my hand and lead my way,
When we would play in the fields,
Where there is a huge wall today.

They say we are different now,
You belong to a land, not mine anymore,
We live on different sides of the wall,
Does that make us different, I am unsure .

We would run in the fields,
Brave the winds and rain together as one,
Take out false voices of the scare-crow,
Trying hard to be a little demon .

How Meena would jump around shrieking,
When we played our little tantrum,
In the same fields my friend,
Where there is just that wall and no more fun.

You celebrate your Independence day,
When we observe republic day this side of the wall,
Your patriotic song echoes in a different tune,
Doesn’t sound like our old National Anthem at all .

You take lessons in a different subject,
That is not taught at my school,
Do you engage in those sacred festivals ,
As you always used to?

Now I can’t see your house,
Khaki clad men guard the wall in those fields,
Though there is no shrieking Meena,
The fields look too scary to me.

How I wish I could see you through the wall,
They say it marks the BORDER between,
It is what has separated us,
Though not separated the love within .

I am writing this poem to send you a message,
Let’s break this wall and come together again,
For I want to play with you my friend,
In the same fields, under the same sun.

Unmonsooned Farmer

Did the old farmer say,
Stop, don't come to my land
No, still the heaven's didn't cry,
No drop on the dry land.

See skeletons in man and his animals,
See empty vessels scattered,
In old battered kitchens,
Apathy of whom, God or man?

Doors stay open in those houses,
thatched roofs in tatters
allow all, birds,sun or mice
But nothing in house to loot!

He sits by the threshold
looking at the endless blue sky
Tears wet his cheeks,
All he sees is the blinding sunlight.

He prays to God,
to let the sky sleep for a while,
Let darkness arrive in droplet laden clouds
For once let his suffering pass by!

His wait is not evanescent,
His eyes are old, cannot bear this anymore!
Howling kids are staring at him in hunger,
He has empty hands to show!

i see her!

i see her when i m weary
i see her when my hopes have faded
i see her looking at me from a distance
i see her eyes filled with consolence
i see her when i dont want to
i see her when i know its impossible to see
i see her in the lofty winds
i see her in the green rice fields
i see her with ignorance
i see her eyes imparting wisdom in return
i see her in the muddy waters
i see her telling me of clear rains
i see her seeing me win my game
i see her patting my shoulders afterwards
i see her crying in my failures
i see her making up for things that went wrong
i see her smiling when sun shines
i see her waiting , waiting for old times
i see her even though she is long gone
i see her as she is the one i belong

MY FLU STORY

I was down with flu,
the whole of last week.
What a miserable sight it was,
both for the strong and the meek.

For once I had become famous,
for I might have been the chosen one.
For God might have bestowed the baton,
to carry the notorious H1N1.

As I lay in my bed sick and weary,
popping multicolor pills each day.
Dreading to go to government clinic,
no H1N1,was the only thing I prayed.


Well my symptoms partially matched,
those of the dangerous swine flu.
I still got calls from my near and dear,
consoling me for the misfortune.

I tried to explain that I ain't positive,
and that I might recover in 2 days.
But that wont stop the stories in making,
for gossip is what all love to say.

No respite from work as boss caught me on phone,
asked me to take ample rest.
But before finish the pending work,
that in wake of sickness, I had left.

What an irony I thought,
was anyone really worried about me.
No doubts my family and friends were,
just Thee I didn't expect few things.

I have fully recovered now,
will be joining office from tomorrow.
Wondering if the virus had left me for good,
for few revelations are rightly understood!

Self-Realization

Everyday is a new beginning,
struggles are inspiration to glory and triumph
the arduous roads that meander their way to success
are the same that teach me to persevere.

I rise above my inhibitions,
to touch the part of the limitless sky
the part I aspired to make mine
for my fears are allayed by my grit and determination.

I thank God now, for each dawn that I see
I wonder how meek had I been
to disregard the beauty of existence around
hidden in my own shambles.

Bound by the shackles of unknown fear,
I was leading a life of wretched despair,
I had reneged all love and hope,
until self-realization awakened my soul.

I could hear the sounds resonating in my mind,
That a single life that almighty has bestowed,
has to be lived in happiness and in pride of who we are
should be our only motto