Just Me

Some worlds I live in
World with me,
With others,
Without me,
With no one

To find myself
Not so easy
Look with my eyes or your
Perhaps their
But still, hard to find

Oh! See me,
With flowers now,
On the rocks
Now rocks on me
Bit messed
Still clean

Staying alive is not difficult,
But its hard to be seen
Seen as me
Not his or her someone
Not that car owner
Not that fellow passenger
Or neither girl in skirt
Just as me.

Easy to play pretty face
Easier to play ugly
Hot headed or meek
Bright or nerd
Alas hard to be just me

Just me
I am trying to be
You too?

Reason

Reason is for all
Reason to be happy,
Or to be sad
To love or to hate,
Reason to fight,
Or set it right.
It is in everything,
Yet lost for it!

Paradoxical isn’t it.

Reason rises from all,
Big or small,
Win or loose,
Stay or go away,
You live or die,
It is reason for
Others to learn,
To grow or to burn

Reason lost or found?

Imagination (Song)

When the heart sinks,
And the colors fade,
Dark clouds cover the sky,
& its reign of Bade

I want to see that silver line,
That sparkles at cracked corners
And I hope to be happy again,
Again to see the flowers bloom
Again to taste that fresh apple,
And to see the birds fly again


Seeds which are perished won’t grow,
But seeds coming from far land, yes
the fresh ones we will sow
Again will see the green lands,
Green wheat turning golden,
And taste the fresh ripe

Its hard to believe that will happen,
But not hard to imagine or to dream,
Cause dreams take us to the lands,
Lands we had never seen.
Yes it is my dream,
But would come true,
Cause I do believe in miracles,
The magic wand working through

So when the heart sinks,
And the colors fade
I will see with my Imagination
And make my way……..

Between Us

We fight,
But we both are right.

We are miserable on sharing food,
As we savor same taste,
Also we both don’t waste.

At times we can’t stand each others sight
But dare any body tease anyone of us
Then for him there is no respite.

Both our crush is same
She is a loving caring beautiful dame,
But to keep on match making with her is our game.

We both fight,
Day and night
But together it’s only our might

It Hurts To Be Alone

and you are far from me
in the dreams
you can come close to me

It hurts to be alone
it hurts to be away
it hurts to let u go
It hurts but I can't say
as I cannot come near
there is so much I fear

some day...
there would be some day
when I will say
will ask you to stay
stay near, stay forever
and the you can come
Close to....... me...........

Wicked

They say some & not all
but I say
Not some but all
You got to greedy,
you got to be mean,
But hide it,shoooo
not let any one see.
Let you be a mystery,
not a open book,
Let you be some one in history,
not closed book,

You fill you bowl
Hide it behind,
Then ask for more,
It oky to some extra,
extra which not belongs to you. Ha ha
It pays to be clever,
It pays to be shrewd,
But yes, hide it,
not let any one see.

Tempt them to come after you
then shoo them away
let them think of you,
but none dare to say
Its good to be wanted,
It good to be famed,
But yes never get tied,
never be tamed

Shy Smile

Shy Smile
But very shy,
afraid to be seen,
silent at bottom,
is that hint of smile.

Some how inhibitions
let it stay there,
quietly without making any noise,
& none can guess it is there

Not coward but afraid,
afraid to face mocking face
afraid to touch corners,
of those dead cracked lips.

even slightest hint of
it looking toward the top
makes my heart sink
again it opts to stay
silent at bottom.

India Awakens... Ting Ton Savior

India Awakens... Ting Ton Savior

All the fuss these days about making people aware about voting asking them to vote specially to the generation X and off course Y. Generation, known by the alphabets appearing at the end of tail. BACK BENCHERS. Every thing starts with wasup and thing which count is how kool u are. No I am not also of a special type differing from them in any aspect, similar thinking, similar outlook.
Every news channel is it the most dramatic Aaj Tak or so called for the well educated and sensible people NDTV (English Only); every channel is flashing this thing only. How the youth is awakening and letting others to rise. BE THE SAVIORS OF DEMOCRACY, BE THE SAVIOR OF INDIA. How can I forget the kool RJ’s talking about it, Looser Lokesh, man learn it from them it is kool if you have the mark.
To hell with it. What are you selling, what all the fuss is about? You are not telling people why to vote you are telling them, it’s a tattoo GO GET IT.

You are not talking about we are being robbed by these bunch of corrupt politicians cause we do note vote, why the correct voice never gets heard in the house, why you are scared to be right. Till now only the naive villagers or the Jhuggi wall was voting that’s why the politicians are surviving. But what is the difference between a slum guy who is voting for chicken and desi, and this motivated educated youth whom will vote because it is in. Is this about selling fashion, is this all about being similar to that page three guy whom I heard on that talk show.

If this is called rising and awakening, I would rather prefer to sleep. Listening to all this some times I feel like slapping the anchor uttering this crap (nothing Personal).
Its high time people should realize what politics is and what democracy is. What is governance and yes what is good governance. Where would we head, if we are going to get the good governance.
It’s not about getting rid of the bunch of old players of this game of politics, its not about being in favors of congress or BJP or perhaps the third front. Some of these alliance are not even strong enough to stand, leave alone walking the path and they talk about stability, moving the nation forward, and what not. It is not also about bringing in any bodies son or daughter, or that filmstar, or even that socialite.
It’s about learning that who fits right in the job, and if nobody fit for the throne why is it so.
Rise, not to get the kool mark on your nail or to impress your girlfriend, but rise only if you want to understand how important it is to have a good government, how your freedom and wel being along with the collective well being of the nation depends on it.
Yes “agar aap vote nahi kar rahe ho to so rahe ho” lekin agar aap voting ka purpose he nahi jante aur vote kar rahe ho to aap kabhee jag nahi sakte aur na he yeh desh jagega.
Vote karomagar khuli ankhon se. Vote not because anybody is asking you to do so, but to get a responsible government, so that next time the government bows down in front of any international power you can ask them who gave this right to them, so that the good policies which are made should not remain just on paper but get implemented on ground level, so that you do not have to wait and die but still do not get justice, so that next time when they come to ask for your vote you can choose to reward them or to slap them, so that you do not have to beg to anybody for the right of no vote (why should I give my vote if all ineligible candidates are standing, so that next time none of them muster up courage to stand up in election and face you.
Don’t be generation X or Y just be a person who never learned to bow down to any power to any temptation, cause you have not only studied but also learned to differentiate between right and wrong, cause you do count, cause you not just claim your rights but with all heart accept your responsibilities too and fulfill them.
Let them learn that we still believe in power of “WE the PEOPLE”, let al learn that pawns are not for sacrifice but they are the wall, the castle, you mess with them and you fall.

celebrate life

Atop the mound of dead,
A voice came,
Voice that was soaked in terror,
Trembling, still hint of courage,
Frail figure emerged from top of the heap,
Pale and dark, Shocked, still pink with hint of life,

Yes I am alive,
Alive to see the world,
Alive to be seen,
With every thing lost n
Everyone gone what is left for me,
But still there is relief about being alive,
But still in middle of all I wanted to survive,
Not only me but all doing so
Cause life’s charm wins over death
So celebrate life...

I Fly....

Choosing between right and wrong, is not what I do, I do what my heart says. I Fly......

I am Delhite

I am scared, I am coward,
But will boast of my strength,
I am Delhite

I am stupid, I am ill read,
But I will boast of knowledge,
I am Delhite

I am selfish, can starve my servant to death,
But I will boast of charity,
I am Delhite

My house is clean, I drink packaged water,
But make the river sewer, & boast of clean city
I am Delhite

I hate the traffic; I hate everything about my city,
But I boast the slogan ‘I love Delhi’,
I am Delhite

I can see a rape in front of my eyes,
Can see a brutal murder but won't make a whisper,
But I boast of my living conscious,
I am Delhite.

Police is Goon and Politicians Corrupt,
& I boast of Democracy and Rights,
I am Delhite.

Conversation across Metro Tack - Spring 2009

Yesterday was a really pleasant day for me. Me and two of my friends decide to have morning walk at India Gate. Though we made plan to meet up at 7.30 am, we were only able to catch up at 9.300 am, but still it was really one of the finest Saturday morning for me. After having stroll at India gate with lots of jumping and dancing we headed towards CP and form there boarding a metro we headed to Rajori. Finishing our business there we headed back to Delhi Metro to ferry us top our destinations. ( p.s. I am cutting it short here as my subject would then be left far away.) So finally at 2.00pm we were parting, and two us were going toward CP and one of my friend was going towards Dwarka. We parted wising each other good bye though we are going to meet again on Monday and other days ahead. And as Me and Pooh climbed up the stairs I saw her waving to us. D was on other side of the track, and we started with our sign language as it is pretty hard to make yourself audible across the track. After few quick signals we realized that people are staring us but still with our unabashed spirit we continued. Alas this was to stay for just two minutes as D’s metro arrived and she left.
After she left we both were now involved in each others talk and just then I noticed a guy across the track having similar conversation with a girl aside me. And I tell you I was as much enthusiastic and involved in that conversation as we were with D. I was not just a spectator, I was a part of it, similar to those dozen of people who were staring us but actually were part of our conversation.
Across the track not only we were conversing but the platforms’ were also alive with that talk. Some people enjoying it and others irritated with it but yes they were not invisible they were part of our story.
Bye D