Poem#16 - Dad, the Man!

why cut the credits?
where is your Dad!?
the hero to your movie!
the one with the moves! the Man!

the one who stands silently
who keeps you on the move when you halt
the distinct one, yet stealthy
the taste-giver, the salt

why forget to mention him
when the audience has to clap
he's the kind of producer
who never collect's his hit movie's cash

he's always paying in
giving what his movie needs
even if he has to stay hungry
his movie, his child, he'll feed

when the movie becomes a hit
the director stands high
why forget the guy who actually let this happen
the guy who's pretty much always sidelined

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!