Monday, September 19, 2011

Men at Work

He is petrifying,
A night crawler,
He deserves respect,
A bounty hunter.

Dedication,
Determination,
Discipline,
Duty.

He knows all the 4 D's,
He is significant,
He is compelling,
sometimes a puppet or a tool.

Of happiness,
Of family,
Of love,
The sacrifice!

Corrupt,
Dictator,
Harsh,
Ruthless.

Intimidated commoners,
Victimised Women,
One and all
Guilty conscious.

Drunkard's nightmare,
Robber's mountain,
Politician's dog,
Speeder's stop.

Neat in uniform,
Protectors,
Symbiosis,
Policemen.


Wednesday, September 7, 2011

NUMB3r5

Its all about the digits,
Be it 0 or 9 or all.
Numerology or biology.
Or the participants in an orgy.

10 digits of identification,
Or 3 digits of marks in maths.
Number at the back of the jersey,
Or the age at which the mind has grown.

The salary of an employee,
Or the time at which the baby cries.
The frequency of a radio station,
Or number of games in a play station.

The victorious goals,
The battling runs,
The stadium packed spectators,
Number of seducing ice cream cones!

Number of friends on facebook,
Number of followers in twitter,
Number of novels read,
Expecting admiration at every look.

The likes on a girl's pic,
The comments of admiration,
The erotic thoughts,
And some witty sarcastic comments.

The significant better halves,
The horrifying bill payments,
The "scoring" meter and sex craves,
The minimal garments.

Distance covered in a world tour
The drinks gulped in,
The crazy photos clicked.
The items that were puke-covered.

The years of experience,
The accurate mind reads,
So many essential numbers,
But only one matters the most , 1 or I.

Time kills us all

The best friend.
The enemy.
The Party starter.
The Warning.

The wake-up call.
The critical moments.
The nervous conditions.
The timely fall.

The horrendous hurries.
The rash gliders.
The punctual hope-rs.
The clumsy dopers.

The calamity survivors.
The lucky flight missers.
The bullet dodgers.
All timely and safe.

The getting rich triers.
The wannabe cool aspirants.
The becoming celebrity hopes.
Will all go in vain.

Hustler's ambition.
"Scoring" Machine.
Please do love all,
Because time will kill us all.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Football-Our way of life

It's all about football,
The connection with the ball.
Be it physical or mental,
The touch - hard and gentle.

Passion, commitment, goals.
Beautiful game,important roles.
Spirit and motivation.
Leadership and Inspiration.

The joy is endless,
The celebration is limitless.
The feeling is pure,
And I go screaming back for more.

Skill or simple,
Slow or nimble,
Coach or Manager,
Fan or player.

For some its religion.
For some its obsession.
They all see it.
They all believe in it.

There is no bigger sport,
There is no bigger spectacle,
We live to play,
WE play to win.

Winning is not everything.
It is the only thing.
No one likes losing.
And its hard living with it.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Polymorphism

Its anticipated.
With darkness.
And cultural lavishness.
Some hopes devastated!

Infinitesimal.
And huge.
Sharp.
And congenial.
Nimble falls.
Catalystic winds.
Dancing trees.
Shattering windows.

With storms.
With nutrition.
With love.
Innumerable forms.

Passionate affection,
Pouring down on me.
Perspiring in the heat,
Palliated by care and perfection.

Heavenly tears,
Now the dancing angels,
Deserve to die,
In the name of Power.

Right or Wrong,
Simple or Complicated.
Loved or Hated.
Short or Long.

Zeal,
Depression,
Dance,
The life's wheel.

Blink
Water
Eye-lashes
Wet.

Infinite ripples.
Childhood paper boats.
Hilarious slips.
THE WALK!

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Maa

Like no other,
Mother.
She carries you,
The world, she shows you!

Teacher,
Lover,
Critic,
Preacher.

Care she takes,
Love she pours,
Priceless forever.
Never say never.

At first,
The path is shown,
Later,
A friend is grown.

Jury and Judge,
All the deeds.
Introspected.
By the Goddess.

(Daughter)
Helping.
Supporting.
Tear vulnerable.
Beautician.
(/Daughter)

(Son)
Soft Chidings.
Shopper.
Tea addict.
Master Chef.

Money,
Vehicle,
Food.
Salvation.
(/Son)

House Manager,
Tireless Worker,
Chore Commander.
"Mother"-Anything for her.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

LOST

The sounds are disorienting.
The pictures are not lucid.
Here i stand.
And then i hit.

Pain is real,
Thorough breaths of struggle.
Peace in pieces.
Its time is to heal.

Mind is slow,
winds are swift.
Depth is unstable.
Thoughts are feeble.

Love is rare,
Money is fair.
Wheels are heavy,
Changes , i care.

The only ans to my que is,
IS !
Because day and night,
i want to free my mind.

I tried so hard,
but once,
i didn't feel,
the morning's dawn.

Can u read my mind,
Anticipation?
Observation?
Or just deliverance?

Deserts,
Beaches,
Mountains,
Or Eternity?

Summits,
Space.
Sun.
Or Mars?

Stardom.
Adventure.
Business
Myself?

Sex,
Drugs,
Ethics,
Or Gimmicks?

Gigs,
Tours,
Steady,
Or Unstoppable?

Invincible,
Strongest,
Introvert,
Or Inspiration?