Poem: It's Winter

It's winter
I feel now,
As I lay down still
Inside the blanket,
My fingers shiver with cold,
My eyes are swollen-
Waiting for the sun rays
To knock on my window...

It's winter,
I feel,
The birds no longer sing,
The flowers no longer bloom,
And I sit disheartened
In my balcony...

It's winter,
I feel,
No more the phone rings,
No more giggling,
No more laughter,
Life has stopped by
As the year meets its end
'It's December,' the calender says.
And the journey of this year -
approaches it's ends...

Poem : Beauty of the night

O beloved,
Do you remember?
that night a year ago,
When you told me
How the cold breeze passed by you?
How you missed me-
That moment?
As you walked alone in that path...
O beloved
Will you walk that path again?
And I secretly wish
Let the beauty of the night-
Make you fall in love once again...

Poem: Love has withered away.

I feel arrogance
In your words,
I am hurt,
And hardly you care...
It seems
Seasons have changed
No longer it's April,
Neither it's monsoon,
Love has withered away
Leaves are falling,
I wonder,
Is it winter?
As we drift away
Towards an unknown harbour,
I wonder, 'Is this how we sow the seed-
Of our relationship?'

Conversation: He and She

'Good morning.' He wished her.
'What is good about this morning? I didn't have good sleep yesterday night.' She replied still yawning.
'You have a day off. You can sleep the entire day.' He suggested.
'My sleep is not like your sleep. Whenever you want, you can have. My sleep is sophisticated and arrogant at the same time.' She added.
'Gosh!  First you, and now your sleep, both, I have to bear.' He giggled.
And she busted out laughing.

Poem : Acceptance

One fine evening, 

With gloomy face and reddened eyes,
I sat disheartened
In one abandoned bench
Of a park nearby,
I met a stranger
From a strange land,
He sat beside me
On that bench
Under the shady tree
Telling me stories
Of his people and land.
He went on and on
And I listened
With full attention,
Hardly my eyes blinked
With my mouth wide open,
I was lost in his world...
I lost track of time
And I came into my world
When he asked me,
'Tell me dear,
Do you like my world?'
'I wish I were a part of your world -
where my imperfections
 are never pointed out
and I am accepted
 for who I am.'
I replied and walked away.

Listen

Hello,
Listen to me
I am the wind
That whispers in your ears
'Spread your arms.'
Feel me.
But
You are lost-
In the virtual world
Ignoring my embrace.
Hello,
Hear my voice
I am the cuckoo,
My voice is melodious.
But you never listen
You love that digital song
Hello,
Come and see me,
I wait for you
To flatter me
I am beautiful
Look once,
I am the spring.

Workaholic Lover

'I am running out of time to work on myself nowadays.'
'Yes. You are very dedicated to your work. It seems you have married your work.' I sarcastically added.
'I love working.' He laughingly answered.
'I know.'
'But now I feel like working on myself. Working on inner quality and getting the sweetness of it is a great thing.' He thoughtfully replied.
'We are here to polish our talents.' I said sounding intelligent.
'Nothing will stay, but if you work on your inner quality and feel it that will help you and stay with you throughout your life.'
'True.' I replied.
'Good. I hope you understand.' He replied.
'I understood.'
'You will take time to understand. Will talk if you want on Monday.'
'Monday.. ' I asked.
'Sorry. I mean when we meet in the future. Actually the official message popped up.'  He justified.
'See. I was correct. Happily married to your work.' I added.

Midnight Letter

Dear Beloved,
It is midnight and raining outside. I am still awake. I wish you were there and I could talk to you. Even your presence would have mattered. Though you are miles away, yet I can reach you by just a call or a text. But tonight you ended your day early. Had you not been tired, I would have talked to you for a while?  But I completely understand your situation.
Sometimes, things get perplexed personal or professional. And the need of talking to someone increases. And tonight, the urge to talk with you has increased. I just want to talk about things that are troubling me. I want to talk on the insecurities I feel. I want to talk of things that I fear. I want to talk of my mistakes, of my unfulfilled dreams. I want to pour out everything like the raindrops sputtering on the rooftop.
Yours ever,
Angry Bird.

Poem: A Ray of Hope

Let light rays fall
Into the darkest chamber,
That holds deepest secrets
Of betrayal
Of pain
Of love...
Let there be peace within
Let hope make shelter once again
Let light rays fall
Let the wounds be healed
Let a new journey
Of love
Of accomplishment
Of acceptance
begin...

Scars

Some scars are deep
Nothing can cure them
They exist within you
And you live with those
Throughout your life
Searching for ailments...

Poem: Longings

On a full moon night,
I look outside
The window of my room,
The beauty of the night sky
Reminds me of you
And my thoughts run wild,
Longings have poured feelings
In the air,
And the desire to be in your arms
Have become intense,
And how badly I wish
You were near
O dear...

Poem: Life to my thoughts

My pen knew my wishes,
My pen bled pain,
My pen retreated
When words failed,
But now,
My pen rewrites my wishes,
For you give life
To my thoughts...

Educate the Educated Parents

'Please stand up for the National Anthem.' The line flashed on the screen.
Everyone stood up, including me and my friend. The Anthem began.
'Waah beta, kitna sundar ga rahe Ho. Ga te raho, mein recording karta hoon,' a man standing in the next row praised his son.
After a few seconds, another family talking and searching their seats entered the cinema hall. They hardly cared that Our National Anthem was going on.
The Anthem finished. We all settled in our respective seats to watch Badhai Ho.
The movie began.Me and my friend got lost in the movie. Suddenly, someone from behind was pushing my seat. I thought someone might have passed and it was by mistake. I ignored and continued to watch the movie. But now it became rapid as if someone was kicking. I turned my neck and saw a child, the same child whose song was recorded by the parents. I could not control my patience any longer.
'Please be seated properly.' I said in a firm tone.
'Beta, aap idhar aa jao.' The mother asked the child to change his seat.
The parents could have asked the child to apologise or even they could have said something. But to my utter surprise, they did not.
Few days back,  on 22nd December, pre Christmas celebration was organized at our institute. Our school was decorated very beautifully. Just after the entrance to the main premises, near our school church, a small castle was made. The castle was decorated with Christmas trees, snow balls, Santa Claus, lights,  gifts etc.
After the Christmas celebration got over, we came back to the staff room. We were not even settled properly when one of my colleagues noticed from the staff room window that few parents were helping their wards to take out cotton snowballs, leaf from a decorated Christmas tree etc. She screamed at the top of her voice to stop doing that. But it had no effect. So, a few of our male teachers rushed to the spot and took control of the situation.
After some time, when we all teachers were discussing about pre Christmas celebration, each one of us were stressing on one point, 'Can we really make responsible and well behaved citizen?' The answer we did not admit directly. But somewhere we all knew it was impossible.
Dear readers and parents, do you think only an educational institution and teachers can shape the personality of children? Do you not accept the fact that a child spends more time at home than at school? Can you disagree with me that a child imitates what he/she sees it observes at home? If so, don't you think first the educated parents need to be educated?