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