“Thy Lover”



This piece of poetry was written by me at the time when the world had ended for (or so it seemed) i tried to smile and look casual was was successful too but deep down i was broken and thought that would never move on. I did move on. “strange are the ways of god, and stranger are we”


Sounds of laughter still reverberating in my heart,

I feel the showers of time cleansing my eyes,

Autumn has gone and winter in going to start,

The parrot drowned in grief is going to lie ‘neath the starry skies.


“Wincing in the pain of miles, I am thy lover hidden in smiles”


The fleet jealous of the twittering bird,

Fails to see its crying insides,

Though the parrot has lost its heart in the breezes of nights,

She beautifully hides in smiles, her eyes, full of cries.


“Wincing in the pain of miles, I am thy lover hidden in smiles”




“If I would have been a Painter”



The flickering of the sleepy stars,
and the arrival of the new day.
The silent, still, crimson clouds,
have left me nothing to say.

If i would have been a painter,
I would have painted the colors,
the joys of the morning,
the hues of the lovers.

Just then a lightening struck across the sky,
Brightening the night’s memories in my heart,
A group of birds, wings open, turned by,
to embrace me, this new day, this new start.






The tick of the clock has something to say,

the whiff of the breeze can always take away,
the wet of the eyes of the morning sky,
the prints in the sand of a passerby!
The tick of the clock has the final verdict.
A shooting star can make you an addict
you may flutter and try,you may totter and cry
but soon the fire would be a fleeting lie!
The tick of the clock can never listen
lame excuses of unfinished missions
you sleep a night with a hideous dream
the next morning you could be tasting cream!
the harder you try, the harder it seems,
the cage around you is of iron beams
to run with time is the toughest job
pointing at you, says the tick of the clock!!


“The story of the WAR”



To start this post I would like to quote a very famous line from a very famous book. “History is a fable written by the winning team”. Well it sounds promising enough, but the question is why I quoted this text to this place.

For the answer I would like to resort to my favorite technique, the story telling mode. : P

Once upon a time, there were two derby groups. The things that they fought about were god. Whose god was better, more powerful, blah blah blah! One day they had a fight, a really big fight and one won and obviously the other team lost. Say team A won and the war was lost by the Team B.

Now, imagine yourself to be the leader of the Team A i.e. the winning team. What would you do? You will do the same what all the other human beings would do (unless you are the kind who always pretend to change the rules and broaden your chests about it unknown to the fact that that seldom do the rule changers get the opportunity to play the games again!) .you would go and destroy the relics of the Team B, most probably defame the Team B god, and perhaps if you are vindictive kind of human being you would end up calling the other god Satan!

Well, the point which I wanted to disclose here is that, this is the truth about how our history has been shaped. There had been wars, a lot of wars in the past and all those wars have contributed into building this society of ours which we live in, but what is the truth? Is everything correct?

Consider a case where Team B was correct in its motives and Team A won (it’s possible because only the good triumphs over evil is a fable told to the kids to make them believe that everything in this world is good which, I think you may all second, is not true. Now, as team A won they would have done the same to Team B, i.e. defamed the god of team B and we the descendents finally end to believe whatever ‘they’ said, and even sometimes conflict with each other to prove themselves correct. And again their god is better theory!

For an example, ‘The Swastika’. We Hindus do firmly believe that it’s a good-luck charm, but it would surprise you to know that the same Swastika (a little bit tilted tough!) was the German war insignia!

To end this all I just wanted to say that we need a lot of reforms in our beliefs!!



“The story of the tied CAT”


Science has developed. The world has blown off all the boundaries and is taking huge leaps and bounds toward development with the every single moment that passes by. And in this din, the existence of god is forgotten.

Is it so? The answer to question is very simple. People who call themselves educated say they are non believers and people who prefer being in-educated believe in god in their own crude way.

                Well, beliefs and superstitions are both born in the same way. Coincidences. Let me give you an example.

“Once upon a time there was a sage, yeah the one with long beard, living in mountains and taking a bath in the ‘dreadfully cold’ holy waters every morning. Well, however foolish looking he may seem to you he was quite famous in his area, perhaps you may say ‘people around there were uneducated!!’ One common morning, after completing his daily chores he set out for the Yagya. A kind of worship in which a fire is lit in the center and hymns are chanted all day sitting around.

                There was a cat that too lived in the area and was at that present moment, was taking a good nap. The loud voice of the sage awakened it from its deep slumber and it went out to enquire about the happenings. It saw the Yagya, the bright waving fire and went near to check what it was clearly awed by its magnificent brightness and sonority.

                The sage saw it, and picking a nearby pebble shooed it away!

The cat was annoyed and it returned again to persue its crazy goal of know what that bright, wavy shiny thing was and was shooed away yet again.

It got angry and attacked the sage, who finally getting annoyed picked up a rope caught the cat and tied it to a nearby tree so that it cannot disturb him anymore.

There was a man-a foolish man walking nearby. When he crossed the Yagya site and saw the cat tied , he was surprised and ran with his hands waving shouting “holy God, save us!”. In the village people saw him asked what the matter was. And he said, “we all have been performing our Yagya’s wrong. We had to tie a cat for it to be completed; the gods are going to be very angry!!!! I saw the saw now!” people were struck by this fact. Many went to check the sage other didn’t even bother, they just god hold of a cat somehow and tied it to a nearby tree and performed a Yagya!

“This story, the story of the tied cat” tell us something very interesting. First of all it teaches us how superstitions are born. Secondly it asks us question, do we really know the background stories of what we believe or are we just like the villagers who lived near the “CAT”!