One Fine Bad Day

Stare at all I dismay,
Bless yourself with none.
Somebody played a bad trick,
Somebody told me it was fun.

Whom can I blame for this mess?
Whom I accuse this moral crime?
No winners for this call, are they?
Guess I am only one this time.

That of course led me to think,
When did I ever share the blame.
All the ills that bear roots in me
Belong to my personal hall of shame.

Why would a third be ever involved
In what stood between myself and me.
I believe, all I brood for now
Is because of the choices I least cared to see.

The options I held, I despised all,
But one I chose to lead me here.
Had I chosen righteous path
Would today be any less severe?

Only a fraction more I would say
Was this day worse than that.
Of all the world had to offer today,
Look at what I could extract.

One Fine Bad Day

रौशनी की खोज

ढूँढा था िकसीनेे रौशनी को,
जो आज हम दीये जलाएंगे।
ना ढूँढा, तो दीये है कहाँ!

कोसा था िकसीने ख़ुद को,
" क्यों अंधियारा है यहाँ ?"।
कुछ नये के इंतज़ार में है जहाँ।

रोका ना िकसीने ेउस िदन उसको,
जो वो अपनी खोज में िनकल सका।
नया नहीं तो दीये है कहाँ!

रौशनी की खोज

First Flight

Sorry. But it won't bring you back
that which you were supposed to have only once
Did they hurt you too bad, they usually do
They took away,didn't they, your only first chance.
They let you know the harshness, those bastards
They cut your wings at your highest flight.
They gifted you reality, oh!what good!?
They always choose the worse of good and right.
They made you afraid of clouds,poor bird.
Now you seek that metal cage to hide.
Don't fly away from yourself,tell me
Let the sun be your aim, me the guide.
Fly through me,let us be one.
Though they broke your faith besides those wings.
Let me build that faith,save it forever.
Let me be your sky,the song my bird sings.

First Flight

Numerologically se7en, Dunno when

A rude meet through satellite waves,

A chat begun on June's 3rd day.

No reason why they talked, but did

Their roads met the dot com way.

Thousand thoughts swirled the mind

none 'Adios','Aye', nor 'chao','ahoy'

Thousand possibilities, a billion more

An Indian Bandi and a Desi Boy.

The girl kept busy with life's struggles

The boy too proud to say he's alone

They had their reasons on June 2007

Too many reasons, little known.

A strange truce arose with the chats that came

No hand was raised, not that they were dumb.

They shared all that words can share

But none asked where those words came from.

Not a hint to say 'I knew that soul'

Besides few words on the Gmail log.

And of course the boy's pictures were shared

And they visited each others blog.

Wonders realized through the tamed mind

Not itching to lose what is hard to find

How many have your own Casper,

The Tooth-fairy, The Zoo, The Angels divine.

'We can be good friends', one of them said,

'if we meet.' through numeric tales.

That 'dunno when' meeting they fixed

is approaching the clouds at the speed of snails.

They talked with grace unharmed with time

They gave themselves to their Gtalk clone.

The girl grew deeper as he knew more

But the boy too proud to say he is alone.

Happy Birthday IS THROUGH ME!!

Numerologically se7en, Dunno when

Crowd Of The Sinking Progress

Atonement of paradise in unholy times.
At peace with disparity, we hide
The things of worth, bestowed to cherish
With the things of worth we decide.

Credentials of all we would like to claim
Perish with the fall of our lives.
The Speed is fast, the direction unchecked.
And fall we shall, stumble in precise.

I'm aboard the same boat, know it'll sink.
But I did not want to be left behind.
People always dread looking backwards alone.
But,in this crowd, what but loneliness did you find?

Crowd Of The Sinking Progress

A House That Stood Six Years

Through a wire that brings light,
I switch on the tube,wake up to realize,
I have cherished only hope for future.
No memory to adore, No past to despise.

I cannot possibly miss her,
What did I have, I repent losing?
Few pages make no library, I'm empty of you
But I can't ignore what your absence did bring.

Evident it is, I'm losing faith and hope.
Justified,say some, and justice too slow.
Not easy breaking what stood six years.
Whose walls I built, of foundation i do not know.

Patrons I have, whose faiths build through mine,
They realize the trembles, may have guessed a fall.
I am too weak to stand alone, a shame,
Broken and released, never again shall I build a wall.

A House That Stood Six Years

Northern Skies

April winds are blowing South.
Said his soul would breathe,
When his world will be,

A day with Light, no dawn, no dusk.
Trees are left behind
As his train speeds by,

Through guiding rails, Northern skies arrive.
Distorted lives,
Their cynical lies,

Fall in eyes of those waiting at home.
When no miles recede,
His train stops for him,

To realize , there blows no wind this time.
His April winds,
They never blew south.

When we move ahead,
The world runs against,
Northern Skies arrive.

People wait at home,
As he moves ahead,
Southern wind’s against.

For his day of light
should he fake progress,
or Should he end his race?

Should he stay where he is?
Would we stay where we are!

Northern Skies