THIS THING IN ME

This thing

I had never known.

How it evolved in me

When I was living alone.

I dont let it out

It just flows.

Like a leaf to a tree

Organically grows.

A burst of emotions

An urge to communicate

My heart wants to speak out

Impatient, it wont wait.

The things I see.

The things I hear.

I share it like this

Without fear.

You may think, its an art

An in-built skill.

I just write

What I feel.

Sometimes gentle

sometimes rude

These words flow out

depending on my mood.

Simple words

Simple lines

its my weapon

to speak my mind

Written in 2014 - Theme - My Poems and Blogs

ANSWER IS WITHIN YOU

When the game is lost,

and when you are down.

And when you feel,

as if you have drown.

When time is hard,

and circumstances tough.

When you try your best,

but nothing is enough.

Never give up.

It's your testing time.

The answer is within you,

All you need to do is....find

When trouble doubles,

and simply run into you.

And you are all alone.

No one to rescue.

And when you start feeling,

That nothing's gonna be right.

In the darkness of disappointment,

shines the ray of light.

Never give up.

It's your testing time.

The answer is within you,

All you need to do is....find

Don't try to runaway.

Never hide your face.

Because that won't help much,

trouble is still in it's place.

Keep on your struggle.

Everything's gonna be alright.

Stick to your faith my friend,

Till the passing of this night.

So never give up.

It's your testing time.

The answer is within you,

All you need to do is....find

And when the night is over,

Dawn smiles at you.

Belief strengthens within,

and confidence grows too.

And you will feel,

like the victors feel.

Facing challenges then,

will be no big deal.

So never give up.

It's your testing time.

The answer is within you,

All you need to do is....find

Written in 2001. Theme - Positive Thinking.

FASTRACK

Moods here happy,

and at times sad.

Moments blue casual,

and sometimes red.

Sometimes people promise,

and never turn up.

Roadside junk food.

A big blasting burp.

Mornings at Irani restaurants,

Packed and full.

Gotta catch a train,

keep your temper cool.

Boss is never happy,

keeps shouting on.

And you curse that bloody day,

the day you were born.

Complex relations.

Circumstances tough.

Innocents please don't complain,

if you get bluffed.

Written in 1999. Theme - Mumbai's fast life.

ON MY VERANDAH

Prefer in a chawl,

rather than a flat.

Living last twenty years,

in conditions like that.

Quarrels for little.

For big things they fight.

Tolerance in Indian culture,

makes them unite.

Dispute in children,

on who first will bat.

Old women idle,

on goes their chat.

Even if you want,

cannot hide things.

News spread like fire

but no intercom rings.

Festival come and goes.

Celebrate we all.

Like leaves in autumn,

besides the tree fall.

Written in 1999. Theme - Chawl Lifestyle.

RAINS

I in,

rain outside.

Empty roads,

Wet and wide.

Prefer indoors.

Cozy and Comfortable.

Postponed Meetings.

Less of travel.

Standing out.

See raindrops slide.

Through metal sheets,

shining with pride.

Continuous rain.

Atmosphere chill.

Foul odour.

Gutters fill.

Sound-sleep in.

tension out.

Rain Gods angry.

No doubt.

Written in 1999. Theme - Heavy rainfall.

ETHICS ON SALE

Have you ever witnessed,

ethics on sale?

To put an end,

to your suffering tale.

Ethics in exchange,

will earn you money.

To make your life,

as sweet as honey.

Your morals and principles,

keep them aside.

We are dynamic, not primitive,

upon them to ride.

What has your principles,

given you till now?

Almighty is money.

The whole world bows.

Your morals and principles,

can't fill your own tummy.

After all we are humans,

Not a dead mummy.

Follow your senile morals.

Starve and die.

Why not kill them instead,

and let's fly high.

High above, keep rising,

Unaware of slope steep.

Down where you kill others,

besides them you too will sleep.

Written in 1999. Theme - Corruption.

GOD AND NATURE'S LAW

When I walk around the sea-shore.

Look up in the sky.

I seem so small before the universe,

beneath which I lie.

Look up there in the west,

the color of setting sun.

I wonder how He paints so well,

and make all people stunned.

Indeed the colors are lovely.

Lovely is the atmosphere.

But everybody is not happy here,

some are shedding tears.

Far away from the shore,

straight to the horizons I glare.

but if you observe carefully,

they are never there.

Very unknown and strange,

are God's law and rules.

Children run to their homes,

but they walk to their schools.

Written in 1996