The first omen

Your care teared me,
Whats left is a zombie.
I ain't one of them,
Milling millions of this mayhem.
O Lord, take me away,
To your place, where I stay.
Without misery or bliss,
Like a stone, as it is.
It should not be cursed, one's birth,
But I'm empty, without any dearth.
Left with nothing as an option,
I beg Thee, for adoption.

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In a boring lecture

Again he's here with a nervous look
Like he doesn't know what to cook
Gazing am I with expectant eyes
Hoping against hope torture'll be nice
Soon the hope will be a fantasy
Competing, in dreams, with my Urvasi
Why we always have as a work
All the things that I most shirk
Can we not have such a gain
Which always comes without any pain
Only I know how I regret
All the applaud my learnings get
At the expense of that innocent charm
I dont need fame, I need calm.

Do not remember which row I was sitting in? Must be second or third. God bless indian chemical industry.

Struggle

Periodic, acute
Shortlived, disturbing
Like an eclipse
The invisible dragon
Overpowered my psyche
It rained and rained
Trail of thoughts
Long and thin
Of ruin and grim
Standing alone
Searching a hope
Hoping a search
Amidst storm
I fought and fought
With myself
Within my self
Eventually it grew
Stronger and stronger
Like a storm
Penning my grief
Pinning my sorrow
Raising hope
For a better tomorrow.


Can this even be called a verse? I guess the only struggle one understands is for words to abhor it :D

An accident

On a day, bright and sunny
riding in dreams with my honey
Oblivious of everyone but u was me
there she came, like an apple from a tree
My head went for the Newtonian bang
not of thoughts but of noisy tang
Thus fell this sweet girl Risha
just after saying "Ashish aaha"

Was written to impress a new-found chat-pal. Thank god, she had never read any poetry before. No wonder, we still are good friends.

Calling old scattered pals, my schoolmates

Those were the days
of pranks and plays.
Nothing but me dhall
All storm and no lull.
Why the things went so far?
In some distant nook of my hear'
Hoping against hope to revive
the best days of my life
I am calling you all,
Let the mails have a fall,
To share our toasts,divide our pain
Lets come together and be one again.


Want to sit one day (or night may be) with all of them and drown in nostalgia..

Where do I stand?

What should I say?
On this day
So much to be written
With a dilemma I am bitten
Yes, I am a maverixx
But, in a fix
In this wing so grand
Where do I stand
Starting from Pendu and ma(nas)
To Nimmo through Maximus
Everyone fits in place
With domination or with grace
Then is this pair
Of a Daku and a Swami, of hope in despair
Tyagi, Gangu, Silo still in search
Of the path with minimum lurch
Chate, Angrez and Kammo along with Ghat
All are dreaming of an american tart
Two of my batchmates, a poet and a rakshas
Wriggling are they, one in CS other in mess
Forgive me for clubbing Munjal and St(u)d
So different are they, like sand and mud
One ever-changing, flowing
The other believes in slowing
Sophies still coming out of the shell
Beginning they have made, nice and well
All of them make my wing
Does in my mind a bell ring ?
"" In the wing so grand
Where does Chandi, a jaat stand?
Where does Chandi, a jaat stand? ""


It was written sometime in my third year,for a stupid wing site. But,forget about the past,where do I stand now,today ?? I guess the answer is as disturbing as it is simple.. "right in the middle of nowhere"

My head spinning

one thing that i have never found
is why it always goes round and round
for last few years my brain had a fight
still i havent got what is right
may be the day i'll get it
to present theory it wont fit
everything will be straight and simple
i'll have a Preity like dimple
end shall come to all strife
that'll be the happiest day of my life.


What did I mean by this??