STALK AT YOUR MISTAKES

On the deserted lane 

That traveler brisked upon

Lost his name 

And all the fame 

Thrown in vain

Searching his identity

In hope;

He had gone through 

This path someday

Mocked him on his way 

Even the stone that lay

Trying to search 

From the genesis of mistakes 

And knew that 

"Everyday he walked that path 

He found a new house to discover"

STUDENTS LIFE

This reckless life

Talent goes into the gutter

Imagination fly away

No,

It is thrown away

Student's life

It is like a maze

Opening at every end

But never knowing what

Awaits behind the door

Some keep pushing the wall

Some bang on the ground

While some wait for the others to open

But only a few

Dare to open the door

Which was never locked .

3rd floor apartment window

peeped out

gushing traffic

neon lights

unwanted bottles

priceless persons going penniless

drunken in the smoke

lying around

and hardly someone

soaked into passion

people have forgotten

those people's only

and lonely support is machines

machines did not create us

and we created them

thereafter

the morning milkman

having a grudge on his scooter

getting late for bed

bye

IMMORTAL MEMORIES

Those playgrounds are not of mud

But created out of our footprints

Those benches are not painted

But wet with our hard-work

Dreams echoes in those halls

Our creativity hangs on the walls

The gardener still remembers our mischief

We both could not answer the 3rd question of maths paper

Those corridors still rings up with our laughter

Bell starts our race to ground

And teachers yelling at us

Peon shouting at us

Hosting a crowd of 2000 parents

I forgot my lines

I still recollect

During practice

You laughing on those lines of the script

"Our teachers watch us everywhere"

Finals of football

And I shot the last goal

Against you

All memories flied away with that paper

When you told he is no more

SENTIMENTAL AND MOISTENING

In the temple,

when the eyelashes

cover the eyeballs

retina pictures out god

But in our case

the tension overlaps them

the shine of curiosity is visible

in those small pupils

and the pride of accomplishment

their eyes still can't differentiate between the

rich and poor

can't perceive the amount of money

incapable of winking to hide the truth

cannot manufacture false tears

but ones made

are invaluable

unable to distinguish between the

finest silk suit

or the ragged clothes

it just penetrates deep into the heart

seeking love and care

removing sorrow

they see the world with a low height

still those eyes only give respect

whereas the ones which rules

disrespects many

those eyes do not look here and there for excuses

instead just reveal the truth looking straight

those eyes belong to every small child

I see them many including my sister

WILL YOU BE MY FRIEND?

I am lonely

Walking over the dusty roads

Others gossiping

Their every word

Is dipped into pleasure

Or sunken into sorrow

Wished that even i could have

But i already had

The best friend loneliness

It never ditched me

as they say

It never betrayed me

As they complain

I have learnt

To walk through the lanes of happiness

I have learnt to

Enjoy with myself

I just bow my head

And saw the road has come to an end

And  probably

I cried 

I kicked the  ground in despair

My ears were all numb

There was only wind to erase those tears

The old leaves rustled 

And the sun glared at me

I made my new friends

My friend was with me

ALL THE SKULLS LAUGH

Those skulls laugh 

All of them laughed

They laugh on us

Seeing the competition

Seeing the desperate 

Glaring at the clever 

And spying at the thief behind the gold

Because they know 

And have understood 

We came from dust 

And one day 

Will bite the dust again

Those have realized

When they were living they never lived 

And after life they cannot live

See them 

They all laugh at us!! 

THE PARTNER TILL DESTINY

The stroll of life

In the neon light

My leg displaced a stone

I looked up

In search of the moon

The lamppost boastly said

"Its only my rule in the dark, today!"

My destination was still far away

But the darkness made it quite invisible

I glanced at my shadow

The only friend who supported

At all times

No matter what the situation I was in

This friend of mine accompanied me in this walk

My mind just realised that

I had stamped it at every step

Just to reach my destination!

Do we do the same in our life ?

THE TREE OF HUMAN LIFE

The tree of human life

Ever seen the hard work of trees

Ever seen the competition of fruits

Ever heard the success stories of theirs

Absolutely no, I suppose

These only occur in our race

But the mango does live our life

They are born in numbers

They need to be perfect 

If huge, they fall down 

If small, they remain unrecognized

The ones boasting off their qualities, 

Shouting out, "I am the best and most juicy"

They are gobbled by the monkeys

The race does not end here

Rather it begins

They wait for the day when they are interviewed

Good ones are selected and sold

Here they compete with  the best ones

Our life's coarse is similar to this one

We are not the only one

Who live with the title

'Survival Of The Fittest'

TIME CAN'T HEAL EVERTHING

IT WILL TAKE TIME FOR ME TO BE NORMAL AGAIN

Having achieved much

Is not always a nice feeling

Even behind the clouds

The sun takes time to come out of the trap

But once you are there on top

On the hill of proud feeling

And watch others working down there

Just close your eyes

Enjoy the moment

Feel the breeze

Because the brain stops working

That those down there

Are working to demolish your hill

And one day you will be in tatters

Even that day will be granted to you

When you will murmur to yourself

“Why did not I work when I was…..”

I glanced at my broken face

The pieces of glass still falling

The blood oozing out of my fist

I could not hear my mom shouting

And I understood that it takes time to be normal!!