Searching for light...

Lost in the darkness,
I am searching for light;
Walking in quest of
Something that is bright.

Little seems the scope,
For me to get back,
Times have gone by,
In the quest for things I lack.

It has been quite some weeks,
Since I am moving on and on;
But I don’t seem to get,
The right path to move along.

Struggling and fighting hard
Trying to further grow,
Searching for the light of hope,
Or just its faint glow…

'Baggage'

I carry some baggage, too wretched and heavy,

Pins me to the ground, makes me walk so slow.

It seems like a curse, a never ending bane;

I need to live with it, yet not allow the misery to grow.

I know I am depleted; I have carried it for so long,

But there's something stubborn in me, that won’t let it go.

Even if I froze, somewhere along the path,

I hope to turn into a milestone, for others to follow.

I drag my feet and carry them, for some more distance,

Look ahead in eternity, where the stars of my hope glow.

A new baggage awaits me, at the destination,

I'll take the new baggage. This old one, I'll throw!

The destination is far and seems quite distant,

But on reaching there, I hope to make an impact, a blow!

There's something which encourages me to move forward,

I'll make it to the destination, and let the whole world know!

Around the corner

A marvelous poem by Charles Hanson Towne...

Around the corner, I have a friend

In this great city, that has no end.

Yet the days go by, and weeks rush on,

And before I know it, a year is gone,

And I never see my old friend's face,

For life is a swift and terrible race.

He knows I like him just as well,

As in the past days when I rang his bell

And he rang mine. We were younger then,

And now we are busy tired men;

Tired of playing a foolish game,

Tired of trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow", I say, "I'll call on Jim

Just to show that I am thinking of him,"

But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,

The distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner, yet miles away...

Here's a telegram, Sir, "Jim died today"

And thats what we get and deserve at the end,

Around the corner, a vanished friend...

- by Charles Hanson Towne

It's not the distance that separates, its ourselves... Call your friends now, before its too late!

Khayalon ki Coffee

One fine evening, I was making some coffee while thinking about all the miseries in life. It was raining outside and the weather was just perfect to make my mind write down something!
The outcome is quoted below :


Title : Khayalon ki Coffee

Yaadon ke patile main, Samay ki aanch par
Dheere dheere khayalon ki, coffee bana raha hoon!

Door tak, der tak, paidal chale the jo saath hum,
Un Gujari-dhundhli yaadon pe, paani faila raha hoon.

Woh doston se baatein, Woh nostalgic Raatein,
Woh khushi ke pal me chhupe, sugar cubes mila raha hoon.

Sar par hai tension, par Dil mein hai ambition,
In Motivational Coffee beans ka main, powder bana raha hoon.

Kuchh haseen lamhon ko, kuch udaas palon ko,
Maturity ki chamach se, ek saath mila raha hoon.

Zeevan ke is safar mein, ban gaye jo hamsafar,
Un hamraahiyo ko is coffee ke kuchh ghoonth pila raha hoon.

Yaadon ke patile main, Samay ki aanch par
Dheere dheere khayalon ki, coffee bana raha hoon!

Project Team Mein Aayi Ek Ladki...

Disclaimer : The poem is purely fictional and not related to any person dead or alive. If any resemblance to anyone is found, write another poem like this and add this Disclaimer on top of it! :-)


Aaj meri project team mein, eek nayi ladki aayi hai
Usne team ke sabhi ladkon ki, soyi ummeeeden jagai hain.

Shruwaat mein to doston, relations the bade professional
Dheere dheere, mujhe iccha huyi, baat karu main kuch personal.

Technically to pata nahi, par beauty mein to woh strong hai,
Aisi khoobsurat ladki ki help karne mein kya wrong hai?

Haalat aisi huyi meri kharaab, doston kya bataun main tumhe,
Pakki duffer nikli wohi, aur bade irritating the woh lamhe.

Ek minute discussion ka, lagta hai jaise ek saal,
Frustration itni badh jaati hai, ki kheench lun apne baal!

Das baje aati hai woh, 5.30 ko chali jaati,
Kaam khud se kuch na kare, sab kaam mujh se karvati!

Kaam saara maine kiya, credit ki woh nikli chor,
Isliye appraisal ke time pe, doston, ho gaya main ignore.

Uske peeche barbaad hue sab type ke projects,
Fir bhi rehti hai woh on top of boss's list of favourites..

Jaise taise, mar mar ke, complete kiya technical project,
Saath hi mere personal interests ko, usne berehami se kiya reject.

Is haadse ke baad, IT companies ki har ladki se main darta hun
Project team mein koi ladki na aaye, bas yehi dua main karta hun.

Mere Labz...

Khamosh meri shayari, kanjoos mere labz;

Karte hain har khayal ko, misuse mere labz...

Kuch soch samjh hoti to, appreciate bhi kar deta koi,
Khud apni hi aavaz mein, confuse mere labz...

Kabaadi vaala de gaya, vapas mere kagaz;
Main khud nahin kar pata, re-use mere labz...

Chhapte nahin kahin pe, koi padhta bhi nahi hai,
Bas mere andar hi rehte hain, mehfooz mare labz...

Kuchh sachi feelings, kuchh puraani yaadein,
Aur kuchh imaginations ko, karte abuse mere labz...

Khamosh meri shayari, kanjoos mere labz;

Karte hain har khayal ko, misuse mere labz...

Mamma I Don’t Feel, Good In These Shoes

Title – Mamma I Don’t Feel, Good In These Shoes

A depressing poem which metaphors pain in career with that of pain of a shoe!!!


Thought these are called the Programmer's boot
As they program their world however they choose.
Yes, the guys say they look good on me
But mamma I don’t feel, good in these shoes!

It’s a heavy pair and rough from inside
The laces keep on tightening, nails from the sides
Force me to walk for bigger career virtues
But mamma I don’t feel, good in these shoes!

If the soul is the sole, then it’s all worn out
Somehow I can just type, but I can never shout.
I maybe technically strong, unable to refuse
But mamma I don’t feel, good in these shoes!

Main Aur mere Roommates....

This Poem is dedicated to Our dirty House, My roommate, Mr. Mosquito and his Families, and the all the heap of stuffs over which I am sitting while writing this blog...



Main Aur mera roommate 
Aksar Yeh Baatain Kiya Karte Hain
Ghar saaf hota to aisa hota
Hum saaf rehte to kaisa hota...

Main kitchen saaf karta,tum bathrooom dhote
Main hall saaf karta, tum balcony dekhte
Log is baat pe hairaan hote
Aur us baat pe haste

Yeh hara bhara sink hai
Aur bartanon ki jang chidi hui hai
Yeh color full kitchen hai
Ya masaalon se holi kheli hai

Hai farsh ki hai nayi design
Ya yeh dhuli hui hai doodh aur beer se,
Yeh airfreshner ka naya flavour hai,
Ya fir dardnaak badboo aati dustbin se..

Yeh sochta hun main kab se gum sum,
Ke machhar nahi hai, kaheen nahi hai,
Magar mera dil hai ke keh raha hai
Machhar yaheen hai, yaheen kaheen hai !

Toand (Pot-Belly) ki hai ye haalat, meri bhi hai, uski bhi..
Exercise karne ka decide to karte, par roj subah uthne ka nahi hai dum
Guitar bhi sikhna hai, Books bhi padhni hai,
Karne ko bohut kuch hai magar kab kare hum..

Dil kahta hai koi ek aakar room mein bikhra saamaan jama de.
Ye Carpet jo jeene ko joonzh raha hai, fikwa de!
Safai se rehne ke fayde, hamein bhi jata de
Hum Safai mein rahe sakte hain, logon ko bata de!

Main aur mere roommates
Aksar Yehi Baatain Kiya Karte Hain !

Keh Denge....

I wrote this after a usual talk with a friend at Shambhu's cafe. I laughed first after writing & reading this, but then realized it could hurt someone too... Whats your take?

Pehli baar mili,
To socha chall, keh denge...

Thodi batein hui to samjha,
Jaldbaazi thik nahi, aye dil sambhal, keh denge...

Woh to pass ho gayi, apni ATKT lag gayi,
Hum peeche hi sahi, tu aage nikal, baad mein, keh denge...

Haantho main haanth daale ghume bahut,
Acche se mil jaayen agar do pal, to, keh denge...

Ussne card de ke invite kiyaa hai apni shaadi pe,
Aur dil keh raha hai, aaj to shaadi ka mahol hai, kal, keh denge...

I believe....

Some beautiful lines taken from a wonderful song :

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires
I believe forgiveness is the key to your unhappiness
I believe in love surviving death into eternity
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye


Taken from 'Affirmation' by Savage Garden !

We Will Meet Again

This poem that I composed during 7th semester in my college. I was planning to sing/recite this poem along with my guitar performance at the Annual Talent evening in college, but could not do so due to time constraints...
I was just allowed to play the song, no poems !

We sat in the lawns of campus yesterday,
Remembering the moments spent in joy and disdain.
Soon each of us will go in a different way,
But they say, that someday, we will meet again.

We have grown together through this 4 years of time,
In this duration we lived our lives to its prime,
But there's more to come, separation is just a pain,
For the say, that someday, we will meet again.

My mind however is caught in a confusing maze,
To think about the future or live in these days,
Tomorrow when I will take a trip down memory lane,
I will recall, that we were to meet again.

But just for today lets keep these worries at bay,
For one fact holds simple and plain,
With great friends and moments we have come a long way,
Thus, we can say that, we will meet again.

New Year’s Reality Check

Another year, another chance
To start my life anew;
This time let me leap old barriers
To have a real breakthrough.

Let me take one little step
And then take one more;
My unlimited potential
Let me now explore.

Let me discover my hidden talents
And inspire everyone;
Then hardwork will claim success
And the prizes to be won.

Let me reach out the skies
Perform and acheive a lot;
All my goals shall be accomplished,
Starting 2009,
with this positive thought...

Happy New Year !!!