Friday, July 23, 2010

The Silent dogs

This creature is found everywhere,
In every city of every country.
Its sometimes annoying,but a pet
Man's most loyal friend.

Enjoying a meager life of 10 years
Some enjoy their years
Some survive their years
Some live fast to die slow!

Pets eat delicious meat.
Hotties laps and car drives
Licking faces and wives.
Hot water baths in the heat.

A husband's only partner.
The housekeeper.
Friend of the kid.
Listener of the drunk.

A member of the family.
Scaring away robbers.
Barking and sleeping untidily.
Playing with the babies spreading hairs.

No luxuries on the streets.
Cute as puppies,scary when older.
Life's a bitch indeed.
Fatal diseases and road accidents.

Barking at every moving action,
Snatching food from the trash,
Peeing on parked vehicles,
Public displays of affection.

Pets are loved.
Street is shunned.
Too many present
To care for one.

Not a beautiful end
Lost his legs
Alive but immovable
Dies near a sewer.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Elderly Love

A romantic day
Chocolates and flowers.
Beautiful smile of hers.
I found my way.

Everything seemed decorated,
Everything was in slow motion,
Everything is a notion.
Everything seemed sedated.

I was high on love.
Her mother was so gorgeous.
Her elegant beauty was marvelous.
A cougar in need of love.

I couldn't get my eyes off her.
My girlfriend admired the fact.
Unknowingly I broke the pact.
Infatuation was not getting over.

In her childhood photographs,
I could only gaze at her mother.
Her aura bounded me together.
My mind was full of her "photographs".

Her smile was so lively,
It could awaken the dead.
For her,my eyes are always red.
I respect her,"highly"!!

I want my girlfriend,
Always by my side,
I shall enjoy the sight,
All my life.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Zinedine Zidane

The Dream begins,
The French National Anthem.
The World Cup 2006 Anthem.
The Football Anthem!

Zizou, number 10,the man.
The masterpiece,"Yes he can".
The magician,the legend.
Every beginning has an end.

No defender could stop him.
No referee disapproved his game.
Sliding tackles,man sandwiching him
Didn't work,He worked amazingly for the aim.


He helped France to the finals.
All eyes on the captain.
He satisfied all the major roles.
He was magnificent,the Inspiration.

Standing before the penalty spot,
Nobody expected this shot.
He chipped the ball into the frame.
One step closer,he came.

He couldn't tolerate foul language.
Headbutt,violent conduct,not the age.
Red card,dreams shattered,walked away.
French hearts broken,WC glory- far away.

Career was over,Retirement and apologies.
Some remembered him as the brilliant player.
Some remembered the blemish on his character.
He still is the biggest name in football.

And always will be,the still talked moments.
The one touch finish from Beck's ball.
The volley finish from Carlos' cross.
The Marseille Roulettes,the memorabilia!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

I Hate This Part

PART I

I am a man,
I cannot cry
But the current situation,
I cannot achieve gratification.

I couldn't control myself
I got carried away
I know I was not myself
I wish I could turn back time.

I am sorry,I truly am sorry,
I know I've made a mistake
I regret it all my life.
Now I am not trustworthy.

And now that you're gone
I miss you so much
I want to redeem my mistakes.
Give me a second chance for once.

PART II

My heart is broken
I am a walking dead body
I am shattered.
I will not trust anyone,anymore.

I considered you the only one,
You broke my beliefs,left none.
I didn't expect this from you.
I cried all because of you.

My mind wants to forgive
But my heart is ironic
I miss you too,
But our destiny has nothing to offer.

Its best to part ways
I cannot control your life
I will never love again
In all the countless coming days.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Far Away

Sitting alone sipping tea under the rain.
Achievements are unreal without Diane.
The officer was far away.
Just snapshots in his mind lay.

Daughters are part of souls,
Caring is every father's duty.
But, helpless Alex only achieves goals.
For his country,he sacrificed "beauty".

He dreams about his daughter,
Her little fingers,her touch.
Her cute smile,her tight hold.
Sleeping on his lap,fairy tales.

He can't go back home.
He has an army to command.
Merry memories were short lived.
Sorrowful igniting of wife's bones.

Alex could only hear her voice,
Craving for one sight,he lived on.
God wanted them to flourish
But not together,not their choice.

This infant makes her teddy her father,
She hugged it thinking of him.
Photo frames did help
When she was low and depressed.

Envy of other peers meeting their kin,
She could only hear his voice only once.
Classmates were her only family.
An away father had priorities.

She could only dream the reality,
Other kids enjoyed their time
While Diane put her talent to progress
She was an outstanding student every time.

Though they were excellent
In their own fields ,they were supreme.
Eternity did them apart
Which came sooner than a dream.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Diwali,again!

So, here it is Diwali again.
Luck times,but Akshay didn't gain.
He lost it all-the tearful rain!
He felt nothing but pain.

Diwali morning began in fain,
Not for long,mom was in pain.
Her heart of gold was in bane,
Every decoration was now, in vain.

Joy turned depression- a dark lane.
Akshay never dreamed of this bane.
The whole family forgot all the fain.
He was the one to blame with this disdain.
But he deceived everyone with his sane.

The horrible scenario-full of strain,
Minds went numb,they felt no pain.
The one was there,but in vain.
He was helpless but not insane.

He looked forward to the holidays and the train,
But never knew ,the passenger was in a plane.
To heaven she went tied with chain,
She was never coming back ,Akshay cried in vain.

The festival of colourful lights was now plain ,
Darkness overpowered every heart,again.
He was walking the path of rain.
The soul was seen every moment form the sad pane.

Family greetings went in vain,
He only felt Bruno's mane,
Smile never knocked the door again.
Ugly Diwali, again and again.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

The Angel


This Diwali is not just another day
Its a festival of lights.In a way
It brings joy to all,but not to me,
I can only think about how things can be
I miss a human being the most this day.

He is the origin of one's growth
He is the most promising oath
To his child, he will bestow upon
Everything he possessed,until dawn,
He left us all and now in the sky
He's found ,burning bright high.

Just a memory brings tears to my eyes,
I could not even bid goodbyes.
He was angry wid me before he closed his eyes
I feel guilty in each of my sighs.

I wish i could hug him,he gulped air
For the last time,I could only dare
to bring him back,he is hsitory now.
And there is only one question in my mind,HOW?
How will I move on without his hand over my head,
But I have to, for myself and my family, thread by thread.

Evry Diwali night I sat besdie him in Worships
Now there is no one there,and my heart dips
Lower than hell can be
I know he wishes the best for me.

I will not let him down
I wil be the most succesful in town.
I will follow my heart and thats the art
Of living, to leave this all behind
And share happiness thats in the mind.

This is how I feel
Salty is my every meal
A father he was who loved me
Without him the world can never be
The same again,He is always with me
In my heart.No inspiration can help me
I stand alone in this family tree.

Can someone come and fix me?
May be an angel in my destiny
She could be my jinni.
Even without anyone, life goes on
And thats how I move on.