Truth.......

His tender hands gave  an inlink.

He needed help.

The tiny flickering eyes

Intuited me of his innocence.

Quite unaware about the fact,

I rouse my helping hand,

And said, I am with you.

Unexpectedly my legs fumbled,

And I was pushed into hell.

Being pleaded by the masquerades,

Somehow I survived;

But my modesty was ceased.

This forced me to believe

That truth is insane.........

Path of Life

Time passed, months went by
Year after year
I worked, improved and worked more
But, I wasn't an automaton.
Like Morpheus and Neo, I stole
My moments of life,
my moments of coding,
my musings on maths,
On quatum physics
On life
My moments ...
Of happyness;
And like now, my moments of self-introspection,
The daunting infinite loop.

Why do I have to steal?
Why live in pretense?
Are we all mere commodities in each others' eyes?
Is Rand right?
I am a man with questions
And a quest to find the answers.
All I have is a path.
Guess this makes human life worth it;
A path and hope to see beyond.

EYES OF TRUTH

It joined me with a mere cry.

I gave the air

And resisted it's die.

When it moved forward

And took it's first stride,

I was there to provide the grip.

It tore my heart

And extracted the blood.

I sustained the pain

But never asked, why?

It plotted me out

And made money out of me,

My parts were sold for lakhs per acre.

But hardly I ever hesitated ,

As I was the mother to all.

After gaining age and Wisdom,

It came back;

I was elated.

At last I am going to be served;

Tears rolled down my chin

And hand raised to greet him,

It looked at my eyes,

But the eyes were neverth the same.

All my acts went in vain,

As he turned back;

And never looked again.

I burnt in the fire of agony,

For my son had left me alone.

But never gave up my job to serve;

As eyes of truth are always watching us.

Rise

They were sixteen in the family

Sharing one chappati amongst them;

But the house in the capital

Had a lavish supper.

When it rained hard,

They had nothing to wear;

Only a small roof to be shared;

But thou after a nap

Got up, stared at the window

And said "Perhaps it rained !"

When festive time came,

Thou prepared for celebrations

With new wear and plenty to eat;

But for them its nothing more than a nightmare

With nothing to wear

And hardly anything to satisfy their hunger.

Thy preserve thine innocence

And learn the ethics at school;

But at the age of holding pen,

He holds a bowl adding to his livelihood

Making him a likely goon.

Can't thou be a bit liberal;

Give away thy extravagance

For them who dream

But reality supresses their desires.

LIGHT!!

                               
                                                                      

Every night in my dreams,

When I open the window of my room

And have a look at the world,

Through the eyes of my mommy,

I see a world of transparency,

With true feelings and warmth.

Nothing unreal, nothing hidden.

But the very next morning,

When I wake up,

Out of my window, I see

A world covered with dark clouds

And with a cocktail look

That greets me with an amicable smile.

But thy eyes never mean the same.

Looking at this cynical world,

I mourn and cry.

But then I feel,

In this world of virtual reality,

Some real beings still exist,

Who smile from their heart

And their transparent eye

Gives the picture of their feel.

Thirst Of Life

When the eyes saw the first ray of light

soul wandering in thirst of love

I was prohibited

At the age of having dolls and toys

Non-Living books became my companions

At the age of finding with friends

I was kept aside from outside world

Burning in the fire of loneliness

Days passed...month passed...years passed

I was let in to the environment

Loneliness changed in to peace

Prison moulded in to heaven

When world was coloured with Holi

I was filled with colourful dreams

And now at the Youth

When my juvenile heart thirst for a mate

The adult conscience wakes me up

Reminds me of my scintilating success

That's eagerly waiting for me

To shower it's blessings

And bring back the love

That was lost in the very beginning

Doom's Day Ahead

Once it was a goose laying golden eggs

But now it is a country where million begs

62 years of independence the nation takes

But still million go to bed without cakes

English came here to do business

And took it to complete darkness

The land that was the mother of all religions

Was made the land of crusades and rebellions

Britishers made our people dance to their whims

Crucified Gandhiji's dreams

By creating riots between Hindus and Muslims

They left us with many exit things

Our politicians also continued the same affair

And made our politics a matter of satire

People like Raja Bhaiya became our ruler

And made our future darker and darker

Election remained no more by giving votes

But by shuffling of coins and notes

This is the Indian politics oh my dear

Where criminal controls the country's gear

The Tsunami Flight

This is a poem in the memory of those innocents who died in the Tsunami on 25th night

After celebrating the Christmas night

People slept with a great delight

But suddenly came the Tsunami Flight

And turned many's delight to their last night

Arrogant water from the heat of the sea

Flushed on to the island with a fiery speed

Rose to aheight beyond sight

And carrioed thousands of innocents with it

The Nicobari's spent their nights without shelter

For Lankans it was more dreadful rather

Instead of celebrating the 31st night

People burnt the candle of mourning light