silence

A lush green park,
in the evening light,
surrounded by hills,
priding their might..
The sky behind,
with it's reddish glow,
with fluffy clouds,
in a silent flow..
The singing birds,
heading home-
little black prints,
on the reddish dome..

To this sight so rare,
I paid no heed,.
No!.. I'm not blind,
or a different breed..
I was just lost,
in a rarer sight..
It was beauty,
at it's height..
Those black pearls,
in a background white,
vibrant and dancing,
in the evening light..
I saw myself,
floating in them..
My reflection,
like that in a gem..

And in those eyes,
I saw it all..
Her joy and pain,
rise and fall..
Her secrets all,
with nothing to spare,
her heart to me,
she held bare..
For a long time,
I was trapped in them,
until I could,
no more see them..

Then we stood,
ready to go..
We headed home,
our steps too slow..
As I lay,
on that night,
staring at the ceiling,
devoid of light..
I thought of the day,
and it dawned on me..
Sitting in the park,
for hours three,
not for once,
did I say a word,
nor from her,
was anythin heard...

I called her up,
in regret basked..
"how was the day?"
I simply asked..
"It was the best.."
she started to say..
"Of all my days,
the best was today..
And thanks to you,
my sweatheart,
for telling me all,
for baring your heart.."

-joker-

MY TEARS

In the darkest of nights,
I've wept alone,
both at present,
and past bygone..
Never in fear,
or regret,
or memories sour,
to forget..
But still those tears,
I of ten shed..
The fire inside,
with tears I fed..

"He ain't a man,
he who cries.."
says the world,
the liar Lies..
A true man is,
I believe,
who after death,
does again live..
Who after a cry
wipes his tears..
Who to cry
holds no fears..
Who wipes his tears
and other's too..
And thus I'm one,
I say to you..

-joker-

i have registered as a volunteer in Anna Hazare's movement at www.indiaagainstcorruption.org
I have my limits but i'll do my best. 'coz I believe that if every Indian does his part, no matter how small, the dream of a corruption free India can surely be achieved.

THE INDIAN

I was born an Indian,
and shall live an Indian..
Just like any civilian,
I'm proud to be Indian..

Every day, I do pray,
and to God, I just say..
"make me rich, make me great,
no matter what, the other's fate.."

Neat and clean, my lawn I keep,
and my neighbour's, with garbage I heap..
Just like any civilian,
I'm proud to be Indian..

I earn in thousands and even lakhs,
to pay for ration, money lacks..
A mansion I build, with marbles fine,
but still I am, Below Poverty Line..

To earn more and show very less,
I have learned, without a mess..
Just like any civilian,
I'm proud to be Indian..

I pay no tax, and I don't care,
but in all office, I give their share..
It is a crime, I agree,
but only when, others see..

You call it corruption, I call it gift,
to do my work, smooth and swift..
Just like any civilian,
I'm proud to be Indian..

And when men like, Hazare emerge,
with the supporting crowd, I too merge..
Sms, email, update and post,
and in a few days, the spirit is lost..

I praise them here and curse them there,
'coz in this game, all is fair..
Just like any civilian,
I'm proud to be Indian...

-joker-

INDIAN BOND

The Indian culture, i must say,
is the best, whatever may...
I got a taste, of it's depth,
it's soul, it's very breath..

A girl, a stranger otherwise,
a nobody, then to my eyes..
Is now my sis, just like that,
nothing divine, nor noble act...

just a bracelet threaded,
and sweet, with love flooded,
tied,with a smile..
The bondage, Indian style...

Alas, I never knew,
until this experience new..
That in India, the kings,
are with the heart, who thinks..

And thus now, I've learned,
another lesson well earned..
This is no silly chatter,
blood ain't always thicker than water..

she

To describe a girl other than you,
to praise another I never knew..
But dear oh dear! Don't take me wrong,
that little face deserves a song..
Fair was she, with a golden hue,
like the sun's first ray on the morning dew..
Not just beautiful, but beauty was she,
always and forever, smiling she seemed to be..
A silver line on the golden skin,
her anklets thin, made all heads spin...

{ sory.. But couldn't complete this one.. It was an instantaneous burst of emotion.. The moment she left my sight I lost the flow.. To complete this, I've tried many a times but failed always.. I believe it's possible only if I see her again..}

-joker-

Jaana he ki duniya bereham he,
diya jo isne itne gam he..
Phir bhi bharosa kiya is pe,
jab kaha ki mera dard bahut kam he...

-joker-