Poem#15 - Your Burdens, My Sorrows Pt. 2

dont think you can fix
all your probs on your own
be it, if you deal it as some big rock
or just many lil stones

its not that you cannot,
but its just that we together should be
doing the solving, sewing it up
wasnt that our deal?

you can't just turn yourself
into a new being
showing that smile, saying youre fine
cause i can feel it, that ain real

i guess you think its ok,
the new you will act trouble free
nothing's really fine, even if no-one sees
cause this ain you but a drama, this makes me uneasy

guess you saw
someone else before i came
that caught your attention
that left you changed

making you feel
that you were complete
prince charming was just great
the heaven was over you, the ground firm under your feet

but just when slowly
times turned, and the peace was broke and incomplete
heaven left, it was raining on you, and you rained back with tears
when the very same ground shook under your feet

it left you thinking
nothing was ever gonna make it right
i felt the change, the difference inside
even when you tried to shut it tight

i knew you wouldnt tell
cause your mind was stiff  and stern
but i only wanted you to spill it to me
when you felt right, so i left time to take its turn

silly me thought u knew
that i was the one for you always there
but sadly u never saw and thought more of ways
to make me forget and not to care

you forgot, you just didnt get it
how much i meant when i said
it aint that you are a burden
guess i should have told you, i saw in you my Angel, Godsend

angels can be  just about
flyin around, makin things right and happy
but youre my special kind
different, but totally not crappy

cause its when i see your smile
and know i helped it making it in you
taking out your grief
smooth out the creases, and make you be really new

cause like i said its a wound that grows in me, y'know
seeing my deary, thinking they're a loser who’s so sore
Believe me let me walk right by your side
All the probs are gonna go, cause you're precious to me evermore than my life!

Poem#14 - Dont Just Write Cause

dont write just cause
when u feel to cry
this isnt just a way
to have them see you whine

this aint just a medium
to show them your depression
thats why they hate to read
if it is about the happiness' suppressions

dont write just cause
you feel thats what you can all write
write about your joys,
and not just life's strifes

you aint emo
so shouldn't be your poems
they gotta see the you,
the happy real one, go show them

dont write just cause
you think they dont know
the mini problems in life,
they always see it, its like an endless flow

i know that you fight
with the feelings that make you blue
but get it right, its gonna be fine
i totally believe in you

dont write just cause
thats what you feel and thats all that comes in you
theres stuff thats better
stuff that sounds way way cool

Poem#13 - Dying

I see him corrupting himself
in front of me
I can't reason out with him
all I do is stand helplessly

all I can see
from metres far away
spirals of thick smoke,
thinning into the air

I'm fine, i know
because I can stay away
but I'm in sorrow
seeing him getting frail

right now, even me
i'm in this mess too
because I'm the second hand smoker
who's trying to help and standing next to you

God knows how
will this ever go?
next thing I know
he would probably die further more

this started out with smoke
next, will he want to sniff?
I don't want to see him next
in a hole dug, lying stiff

I thought, if I stood out
he'd leave, I being his example
but haha, he's turned a business-man
telling me to join and try out his new samples

why can't this end easy?
how do i get him back alive?
i don't want to see him die
but get back, and show them all, who's fit to survive

if its about fun
this isn't the way, it should be
because the story is only good
if the end goes wonderfully

it isn't worth to live
puffing and telling that you're enjoying
because even if it brings a new kind of fun to you
you forgot, that hell's coming, man you're dying!

Poem#12 - Questioning Imagination

am i talking to myself?
do i have second mind?
is there something wrong?
or am i really fine?

all these many questions
weird, confusing me
wouldn't it be far better
if just ordinary or average, i were to be?

too many thing to bother
too many to care about
that if i had any troubles of mine
i'd take it silly, and not let it out

friends would find me different
though, i never tried to whine
they would see that i was weird
and would try their best to know whether i was fine

it is a trait of mine
of being not able to say
its been like that, then
and the same, still today

guess that is why
i've for myself, a second mind
to talk whenever i want
and all secrets within, to confide

it seems, some think i'm hard
but im all soft inside
just then when something's wrong,
i turn hard, and in it all i hide

i just wish i never had to
sit now and question this imagination
if i could open up
and tell these many years' frustration

but like i said, its my trait
to keep closed on troubles, and hide
all i wish now, is that i could change
and with you atleast, i confide

Poem#12 - New Generation

they say we've changed
changed to get better
from necessity
to luxury

but what exactly
did we get better in?
the world has got so fake, that we're dependent
even on the smallest of things

our elders say "in our days,
we used to plough our fields ourselves"
they look at us with pity, cramped in flats
after we come groaning after a 2 hour walk

sanitation and medication has got better
we just get stuck
to the better medicine,
and give a better life to the pharmaceuticals

flus and poxes
that haunted the world
have come back again,
to make a point

that we just get worse
when trying to make life easier
cause when we live easy,
we become as soft and weak like a marshmallow

not being able
to resist anything
and bring back
the ghosts of the world

then when the kids were born with good health
just being vulnerable to the filth outside
but now kids are born with specs,
already weak, an easy prey for the epidemics

if we really were better, the ones who could go to the extreme
we could call ourselves The Generation X
but rather now I guess,
we should be called The Generation All-Specs

Poem#11 - Ramadan Kareem!

its the month of prayer
in which, they stay in silence
they begin to pray, by saying "Bismillah Al Rahman Al Rahim.."
let us all say, Ramadan Kareem!

the month begins
by the mark of the Moon
the heavenly body that glows beautifully
let us all say, Ramadan Kareem!

wherever they're
they stay steadfast for prayer
they pray, whether together or lonely
let us all say, Ramadan Kareem!

through out the day
they maybe weak or silently pray
but in their faces, their eyes gleam
let us all say, Ramadan Kareem!

through this fast,
they learn a lot
discipline, obedience, humility
let us all say, Ramadan Kareem!

they fast with zeal
for half the day
we stand with you, for it, to holily keep
let us all say, Ramadan Kareem!

SpeakOut#2 - Feeling Great Now :)

Summer is (vacations) about to end...
School is gonna start in two days. My assignments aren't complete (not even started =P).
Still, I feel great.
The past two months kept me busy! It gave me fun! New friends! A lot of kids to play around with too!
Kids aren't all cute like they look! All of them have a part of evil-ness. LOL
Believe me, I love 'em, but kids can be a pain too :P
I volunteered at a summer camp. I went for Computer Science tuitions. I was at teens camp at my Church!
They kept me busy alright, and gave me a lot of tan too!
My work at camp got over yesterday. Tuitions are gonna go on. The summer camp I joined got over today!
Although I joined teens camp and I really like being a part of the group, I stood up to help 'em out like the coordinators and volunteers do, rather than participating with them! I loved being a part of the team like that!
To run around busy with work, and to watch the result of your work be great, and being appreciated for it, just makes me high :)
It happened to me, and I liked it :) I know there can be bad times, but all I wish is that I learn from them!

I've always wanted it, and it makes me feel good.
I was asked to speak on the stage too. I've always done it but this time it was different.
Before, I used to stop or get some trouble somewhere, but this time it felt like I knew what to say and I did fine!
I came home, and Amma* said how she was thinking that that was the stage where I started speaking, and performing and there she saw me again, just that this time I was a totally free talking person there!
I felt like I was changing now, somehow being mature and good with it while always being a kid some way or the other! =D

I feel that life's been great!

Thanks y'all, for everything you've done! Standing by my side for everything!
Being there for the good and bad parts of the ever-continuing journey!
I hope we stay together always! and even if we part, that we part for the best!!

*Amma is what I call my mother as.

Poem#10 - Your Burdens, My Sorrows

You tell me that you’re in sorrow
And I try consoling you
But it couldn’t work out, you said
So did I when I was in such a state, ain’t I true?

You say I couldn’t understand
But tell me where did I fail?
Wait give me a chance
Cause when you came to aid me then, did I complain?

In pain, yes I know how you feel
Cause long before you the one who suffered was me
I care, I like you a lot
It hurts me again more than how it had been

You better not go away and isolate yourself
Saying that only now silence will help
Cause am there with you like the moon
Leading your way having the darkness dealt

Its my wound that hurts now it keeps growing more
Seeing my loved ones, living a life that’s so sore
Believe me let me walk right by your side
All the probs are gonna go, cause ur now a part of my life!

Poem#9 - The Journey, Its Lesson

its raining, its cold
the wind surrounds me, but still i can feel the light
its the change thats coming, the change in seasons,
its still dark and cold, but i aint staying in fright

i dont declare that i'm great
nor try to persuade that i'm something more or less
all i need are your prayers, a great deal of them,
that i be by God and you, so blessed

i'm in a journey
where its fatigue i have and no sleep
because its revival i search for,
i'm commited for it, and that i'll reap

those demons of time,
who come and creep
so jobless, they want me down
but i've learned more, felt whats there down deep

i'm prepared, they can't do anything
they'll just try and have to whine,
because i've fought and will more,
its with even bigger trouble with which, i've dined

i can feel it getting warmer
do you think its becoming fine?
i know that i've travelled a lot and enough
but still i'm not sure, am i near the finish line?

its springtime now,
its done, now i'll be free
the time, the moment,
has come, most awaited by me

welcome, the sunshine says
and now i can last
for long with peace,
not being called again by my past

your prayers, my will
thats what brought me here,
you were the one, that made my will,
yes its true, dear

it was a hard time to learn, that all
what was needed was something forgetten in this world
something that needed to be followed by everyone,
but not jus preached by word

it is what, that i claim
that i have for her,
but has to be given,
to everyone, starting from my misunderstood brother

all i want now,
is that others see their spring too,
suffer less than i did,
but reach their destination, along with learning the truths

Poem#9 - My Savior, My Mentor, My Light

To be betrayed
Would never feel nice
It feels like the deceit u feel
Is like a fall on you by that heavy slab of ice

I thought I had it all
Until the time for an experience had come
I was a silly duckling then
Yet to learn lessons, but now grown far from being dumb

It seemed that the world
Was easy but then all mean as it was seen
But it isn’t just one, but more experiences that are needed
To tell you how the world is now, from where It had been

My trust was broken
I was left alone
I felt it like a sudden
break in my backbone

I was left to die
Betrayed by the hands of my so called friend
But that day, the same one from which I was reborn
gave me a mind, steady, grown and all mended

It was first sadness in me
That had sprouted first
When I fell to the ground
And breathed in the dust

But the emotions in me
That kept watering my feelings more
Told myself that a work
Of revenge was then that I bore

But time passed by
And taught me the lesson
That nothing could bring a change
Even if I’d kill him and be a felon

It would rather be great
To start from where I began
Now more cautious and alert
Keeping my eyes steady on the path where before I ran

Its just love and hope
That remains in me
Which was brought in
From a light that had taken me away from misery

From an unexpected time
When he came by
Taking me by His hands, teaching me slowly
And time passed by

Love your enemies
That’s what he said
Now I always keep praying for them
Before I go to bed

And that was the way
Brought by the light
Shown to me, by my greatest mentor
In all my Love, Dear Jesus Christ

Poem#8 - Mothers, The Angels!

Necessity could be
The mother of inventions
But the necessity of my inventions
Would be my mom

From the time I came
I kept no intentions
But to keep me best were her intentions
From my start so small

It wasn’t just for a single day
But for the whole of my life
That she sacrificed her whole life
For me to keep going happy on and on

She wanted me to keep so firm
Even when I didn’t know how to stand
A good job she’s done to have me stand
Is how she’s now taken me this way all along

I’ve grown and now
I see the plight that a mom takes
To see the turn that her child’s life takes
To grow and keep control

I salute them
And all the more adore
To see that its from how they adore
That the world has got the Love in it and grown!

Poem#7 - Love Confused (Cont'd)

it made him hurt all the more
when he tried to keep it quiet
it all just felt to him
that he could never be right

tears that he held within
n pain that tried to keep on hold
jus made that promise deep within
loosen up on its own

he knew he could never keep up with it
he then became strange.. it was soon
the cries and sadness that was all in him
made him into a loon!

words which had for her before
were of such that made him, himself spellbound
but now all that was left for him
made him all alone, fallen on the ground

the mouth of his that praised her alot
now said that he hated the thought
that he still loved her and not being able to convey
was the reason for the sadness he had brought

Poem#6 - Love Confused

chances he uses
power he drains
courage he picks up
but still he's frail

he loves her a lot
but still they're friends
he doesnt want to hurt her
so calls it as an unnecessary trend

the taunting he gets..
the poems he writes
her unknown companionship
jus makes his love ignite

but still with the part
that they're friends
he doesnt want to hurt her
and calls it as an unnecessary trend

she saw some of his lines
and asks to whom it were for
but he laughed it away, says they're made for fun
like taking some shells while sitting by the sea shore

but there was a time
where he couldnt take it anymore
the time came slowly
where he told who his love was for

the incident takes place
when she asked him without moving.. who he was behind..
he says it out..wen his pressure broke..
that she's the girl.. the one of a kind

she asks him what she had to say
but all he said was i dont know
and then it ended up as he expected
with a small and polite No

he continued, heartbroken
saying that he knew it all along
it had been his way of life
to suffer even after hopin and praying after all

she told him to shut up
n that there were still better girls left
then why did he have to
choose only her bereft

without giving an answer.. and his love for her still alive
for her and the still living frndship
he chose to keep it down
for all the comin while

he still loves her a lot
and still they're friends
but since he doesnt want to hurt her
he prays, for either his love or life to end..

Poem#5 - I Promise

I kept screaming
Not letting you sleep
All I did was fuss, I remember
How bad I was, now I weep

You wouldn’t let go
Until I was asleep
U cared for me more
Like a shepherd’s care for his sheep

Little I was then
Grown I am now
Stupid I was, and learnt
To not make those mistakes again, I vow

Mother, you worked
And protected me, under your care’s sheet
I stand here now alone,
But like your dream, now on my feet

You aren’t here anymore
But I keep wishing and praying still
How wonderful it would have been
If you were here seeing your dream fulfill

Mom, I promise
I’ll be living like how you said
Grateful those cause of who am living,
Working and sleeping, peacefully on this bed

Poem#4 - I Believe, in Him

that light that came
that took you out
it stood for me
before i gave my shout

its a sound to your failure
and the sign of my win
its the call to disaster
for you, and your kith and kin

i pity them, those who came to you
but i pray for them, that they see the truth
i wish they learn, i wish they turn
back to the light, and have u at the noose!

death is what we believe in
but that it only belong for u
cause we believe in the Father, the Son, the H. Spirit
that makes us strive and to be true

this is the choice that’s worth it
we go for the Almighty, the loving one, who gave us life
rather than being your half breed
always used, like the meat slaughtered by the knife

you thought it would be fun,
to see Him on the Cross
but now dont you see,
i know you're afraid, afraid of my Boss! !

after all, you believe in Him too
then what’s there for us to doubt?
He's the one we Believe in,
To him, I tie my knot

Poem#3 - Fallen... in Love

its the thing of beauty that Keats talked about
but i speak of the living one
who brought me from darkness
from fear, from pain to the everwarming strong bright sun

how colorful can love be
it comes in red, blue and even white
how much of care can it give
the hugging and taking you from sorrowful past, to the best time it can give you tonight

i'd seen you before in childhood's grace
the innocence that was lit in your eyes
made the man i remember then, so grumpy and hated
all to a being, turned so nice

you showed me the truth, the secret, the power
that kept us up in our life
that it was love that made the world go round
so when hardships come never mind

you kept me away, from my heart to fade
my mind and soul from tear
just when i was there to fall in my tears
and have a weakened body so bare

you had me fallen, only for one certain thing
you made me fall... in love
the love that made rise though
rise high all time, but i dont know how

its all about this fall, that i think
and that i dont regret about
cause the fact that has me here today,
is that i live from you, for you, my love!

Poem#2 - Did it happen again?

i thought it was over
all gone and done
damn, its human nature
again, i've fallen in love

a small little girl
with her cute puppy eyes
with her smile, so sincere that brought me down
i, who was twice her height

is this actually love or affection
this case, how do i describe
these were feelings i never had before
they'll stay, but soon, she will go with time

im always so up and alive,
when im near her
that i was jumpy and warm, while she shivered,
in the chilly december

when my hands met with hers
it was a time, one of a kind
no, sparks didnt come and i didnt get zapped
but that was a time, i wsh would stay longer, or atleast again revived

is this actually love or affection
this case, how do i describe
these were feelings i never had before
they'll stay, but soon, she will go with time

i thank my age
but mourn about it too
cause it was that, that got me near her
but it keeps me away now, this short time was only how much God drew

all i know now is that
spending time with her, is what i love to have
but its too late, she's gone now, not dead & departed
but just home, to be with her mom and her dad

is this actually love or affection
this case, how do i describe
these are feelings i never had before
they stay, but damn, she's gone with time

SpeakOut#1 - A Weaker Generation

I'm having a bad neck ache! (I don't know if that is how it is to be called). Anyways, I was talking about it to my friend and it reminded me how the elders say, "these kids nowadays are nothing like us. They walk around complaining of body pain and such stuff at this point of age. At my time, we used to walk long distances for hours and hours to reach school or do a lot of work".

I guess that is true. How this kind of phase has come for the generation is probably because of the luxury we get now. The more modern we get, the easier to carry out daily work.
The weaker we get, because we don't get used to actual work.

I regret that.

Poem#1 - Wishes in the Rain

I was sitting with my books

I wasn't bothered about them

I was stuck in thoughts

in thoughts about you

I saw from the window

it was raining

it kept me wondering

whether it was your love I saw or God's caring

late in the night where the moon keeps its shine

I see you in it; also my cloud's silver line

out in the rain I want to be with you

wouldn't it be great, if it could be true!

but how can I know that you love me

after all you never gave me a yes

quietly you stood away

just making me anxious and worried

not knowing where you were

but it did give me the pleasant feeling

just like the rain drenching away...

my thirst yet which never quenches

when I got to see you and talk to you

I still wonder whether all the time

I give in for you, thinking about you, living for you

is worth the hope that one day

I'll have you by my side, when you'll be loving me too

just like waiting for the rain hoped for

to wash away my pain and...
bring forth my love.