Monday, 31 December 2012

Wish On New Year



Voyage of this year'll mark an end point
With the late dark midnight twelve
Embracing gladly the New Year
With the visions of rising hopes
Giving variant scopes
In the slopes
Of these mortal lives
Making blunt resolutions tying with ropes
Keeping aside wasted slops
Wishing to get washed away 
with the approaching year, the New Year.

Saturday, 22 December 2012

Beauty you are way to the Divine




Beauty you’re way to the Divine
Seen in his intoxicating eyes of wine
Curvy like the crescent line
I leave my inside warmth to shine
His fingers tender like an orchard vine
With the fathom of his Divine touch
He does make me refine
Allowing the beautiful beauty to grow fine
In whom the grace of God is spewing through
And from him, I do fail to confine
The beating beats of mine
In the morning of the frozen cold
Healing up my wounded heart
Hardening my eyes’ brine
Calming down my soul’s sad whine.


Beauty you’re way to the Divine
Which does whisper with gentle breeze
Instigating me to get goose bumps
And that does make me murmur ‘please’
Drying out my moistened lips
Demanding the warm breath of his to rip
Within the core of my blood veins
I realize being in safest height
For, his spirit guides my soul
In such kingdom of beauty
Where,  I’m complete by his grace.
Beauty of his is divine flame
Where I’ve no feel to shame
To get burn my name
For, its being the Nature’s sacred beauty
Endowed by Divine Being

And I often wonder-
Beauty you’re way to the Divine. 

Wednesday, 31 October 2012





His unreadable black eyes
Heavy with unseen pain tries
Never to get his smile dry
And to stay always bright
In his worldly freight.
O God! 
Never limit my friend's energy
And let him outshine
Without any crime
Flashing with every mischievous smile
It's my wish on his day
In this high night
Hearing the midnight bell.

Monday, 29 October 2012



Time ! The current of life
Can never be managed with bribe
Does locomote with all its attitudes
And sounds with gratitude

Enjoing one to ensue it
Awaiting for none a bit
Nothing but all materializes in time
For all being marionettes in the palms of time.


She had a little soul
In society had her role
But once dipped against her rule
Which she always mentioned as bull.

Many a times tried to take him out
But, within waited patiently about
A second seemed a summer drought
And her inner cried and did shout.

Each time decides she to forget
But fails like misfortune's target
Each time thinks she not to meet
But surrenders she to her soul's beat.

What makes her fall for so?
She could never make her know.


A Lost Girl



Getting like dragged by someone
Bare-footed she ventured onto a moonlit path
Leaving behind endless steps.
At a point, she recognized then
She'd already walked for miles
Where he held no space for her.
Struggled she to revert back
but, could never never
For, she had gone for miles.

Complain


Death ! Why do you late
And make me wait
What does make you so arrogant
To act the way you want
By choosing your time and day
Your touch touches many everyday
To all those who like you not.
Can't you come to those
Who want not their lives?
Now all do I think about, when
you'll make my eyes shut
Death ! not be arrogant
And hug the one
Who in return needs yours.

Unconsciousness


Weired feelings 've made me fade
Under the moonlight shade.
And aim to fulfil my dream
Started to float on the flowing stream
Struggled to have a normal sleep
And over my knees I do weep
Concealing from all, my face
So that none can make any trace.
With his teaching conception
He did afford his best
Both by explicating and dictating valuable points
For we, to get capture in
Our inexperience naive brain
As, he recognized of no concepts clear
Still, never he got annoyed.
But, all after his lectures,
He everytime spoke
"As I said earlier, it's not sufficient,
So, you go through the book!"

Saturday, 27 October 2012

Teacher ! He is my teacher
Who is countless students' maker
Who does care like a care-taker
He, who is a legendary creature.

Students do talk about his thrashes
Which're like continuous flashes
None can ever forget
In any of the crashes.

But, he, a pious gentleman
Hidden behind an angry man
His smiles visible in a faint
For, his droopy moustache with long beards.

Past're those of Economics
Where he did tune the three lines-
"Money, Money, Money
Brighter than Sunshine
Sweeter than Honey."

Saturday, 20 October 2012

That's What We Are

Round and round like whirls
We've gone far from homes
And, here we come the VCS friends
With new and various trends
Prince and princess of our parents
With diademes and wreaths 
On the top of our heads
Our group is ever best...

Waat lagaane main hote hain maahir
Par ek dusre ke liye jaan hamesha rahe haazir
Khinchaai karne se hat te nahin piche
Ukhde hue phool ko hamesha sinche
Bahar se tedhe jaise saare duniya ke sheron
Andar se sabse komal hain ye

These're in our DNA
And, that's how are we friends.

Thursday, 18 October 2012

A Night Of Curse


                 The bright virtually faded and to reach the place was not within the walking distance for all four cohorts. All were in haste for, it was already late and the very next day they had their exam and one fourth of the syllabus was not even covered. Meantime they were careless as if they were least concerned about the covering up the syllabus. Because they did know, nothing can be gained by getting worried. They all walked out to the main road full of four wheelers, two wheelers, rickshaws and autos. But very few autos like three to four were seen to be parking on the right side of the road after crossing the noisy traffic result of which was those auto drivers were charging high. And Eva recalled about Economics she studied in school and murmured to herself, “its supply and demand relationship where, if there is increase in demand, price too increases. Nothing new!” She said to herself giving a disgusting look at the auto driver.   
Ultimately after sometime one of the auto drivers nodded to the bargained price made by Akhil which did show his agreement to hire the auto. All four made them sit inside the same. Eva to the extreme right, Shahil to the left end and Akhil between the two. On the way, Eva rolling her eyes from here and there with a mark of disappointment between her brows, she tightly encrossed her fingers of both the hands with a little gap between the palms as if there was some reason something for which she wanted a way out.
Then, few minutes later, by giving a playful push sideways, Akhil enquired- “Eva! What are you thinking?”
“Nothing” replied in a single word.
Then silly talks among them continued for next few minutes. Eva though tried, but could not help herself and failed to involve herself in the conversation related to laugh, joke, carrier.  Nearly after twenty to thirty minutes they made themselves dropped down from the auto near a square and took a small walk and made an entry to a Xerox shop in the left side of a narrow passage of the main road.
               Three of them ventured to the shop decorated with the photo frames of Gods and Goddesses which were made to cling on the walls painted with pink color and there were two Xerox machines inside it. The shop was not spacious enough that three of them could have made themselves wait inside the shop.  Eva unzipped the first chain of her hanging bag and took out a square cut paper. Shahil opened the syllabus along with book and Eva kept the paper on the table and bending herself little, she penned down the pages searched and dictated by Shahil on a torn slip of white paper which were to get xeroxed. Shahil gave that paper piece to the boy of the shop and made himself sit on the chair having some silly talks with the same boy. Eva left the shop and with plugged earphones in her ears stood outside supporting herself with her tilted head towards left against the achromatous fence as if she had nil interest in what was going on around them. She was mostly like getting zombie even though not always. Another young man Akhil after finishing his talks over the cell phone now marched near to Eva.
With wide chuckle on his closed lips, “hey! What are you thinking?”
Eva then using her thumb and index fingers took the earphones out of her respective ears saying, "nothing" and returned a smile back.
He probed, "will you say me what has happened to you? Is there anything troubling you? I have been marking it since few days. Why don't you speak?"
First, she did keep quiet and then replied- "Will I say? I love you. He he! I was kidding. She grinned."
As if shocked, he questioned- "What? Listen... listen to me."
Akhil tried to stop her by catching hold of her hand but Eva sauntered to the spot, the entrance of the same thin lane. Akhil too followed her and with astonishing voice uttered- "You never said that before. I didn't know it. O! Really? Is it so?"
Eva claimed, "No, I said, I was kidding."
Akhil added- "No, you are not kidding. Come on! Now tell me. I just do not believe this."
Eva somehow spoke and expressed with difficulty. While speaking she could feel her throat getting drier and drier and a kind of coldness in her hands. No sooner she did speak about her troubling heart; she felt water drops beating her face. Eva looked with her head up towards the sky.
That was rain and rain drops. And suddenly started heavy rainfall. But both kept standing constant talking to each other getting wet under the acherontic gloomy sky.
Suddenly Eva found herself in a reposed state after unveiling her emotional sensitivity. Concurrently, she however, sensed a terrible kind of shame, a kind of guilt.
          Hands of the wrist watch were approximately 8:45 pm and Eva rushed to the shop. With her slow, slight trembling voice "Shahil! Shahil! Haven't the Xeroxes got finished?"
[Shahil observing Eva's face] "Let’s go. It's already late for you. I was waiting for you both to come back."   
They moved themselves fast and there was silence among them. Continuation of rain still there. They left Eva in front of the gate of her building giving her send off and bidding her goodnight.
            Eva while riding the stairs to her room thought, perhaps rain had washed away all her burdens of her mind by sharing with him whom she never had concealed anything before as he being the intimate friend of her and she desired to live her life as before without any dilemma.
But, strange! In reality, that rainy night did not wash away any of her troubles. Rather, it rained to alert her by falling on her face being drops just to inject her to give a surcease to the discussion, to suppress her feelings without letting them out. Perhaps the cause was that she could have hold it even though it pains or it mentally distracts but, once told out, then gone case.
            Rain rained being a blessing to her. But being not able to judge it, she instead of getting herself blessed with right path, she did bath herself which brought her a badge of curse with the rainy night. Her sinful soul left her blank and empty and ruined her.
She stood at the door and kept ogling at others present in the room. Some were studying and some were having fun. Suddenly Eva was gazed by others. There slowly remained silence and that time Eva heard someone screaming.
“What is this? You are totally wet and you have your exam tomorrow. Why do you stand there? You will catch cold. Change it soon and go and study.”
Eva nodded her head twice and moved towards the bathroom. She next heard the consecutive knocks at the bathroom door.
Eva, turning off the water tap, “who?”
“I.”
“What happened?” asked Eva. Perhaps she recognized the voice of the person.
“Where have you gone Eva?”
Arre yaar bathroom na?”
“That’s what I’m asking. Why?”
“Of course to change my wet dress.”
“Have you taken anything to change?”
Looking towards the steel rod “Ah! No. I forgot to bring. Will you fetch me…?”
“Take it. I’m holding.”
Eva unlocked her bathroom door with a slight opening and stretched her right hand from the little gap and gestured with movements of her fingers to handover her clothes. She shut the door after receiving her night dress. She stood silently for a while and took a cold shower and dressed herself after that. She then came out of the bathroom and kept aside her pair of black wet slippers and made herself stand under the fan drying up her hairs.
“If I’m not wrong, I guess you have your exam tomorrow.” Claimed her roommate.
“Yes, there is,” Eva sounding very grave.
“Well! Have your supper and then sit to study. You at least always used to swot hard the night previous to your exam day. But why such changes? No seriousness at all. I’m shocked to see you. What will you do if you continue to live such life?”
Rubbing hard her teeth with anger, Eva shouted “Goddammit! I just know nothing. I am not hungry. It’s like living hell to me. Do not know what I’ll write my paper tomorrow. Right now let me stay with myself. We’ll discuss later.”
 Saying this Eva got on to her bed well covered with blue bed sheet of Tom and Jerry cartoons and sat there peeping out through her side window.
Eva spoke to herself- "What did I do? Why and how was I so out of control that I vomited all in front of...? Shame on me. O Lord!"
Meanwhile she felt the vibration of her mobile on the bed. Seeing the incoming call from her father, she wiped out her teary waters from her face and with normal tone "hello! Papa."
“Hello! We just returned from God's place. What were you doing?”
Preventing her tears Eva answered, “studying.” There was slight weakness in her quivering voice.
“Are you tensed? Don't worry for your exam. There is God always with you. You keep on doing your duty. Don't waste time. All the best. After all you are too laboring hard. And rest on God."
Failing to utter anything, Eva only sounded “hmmm.” Then she disconnected the call.
More painful these lines were for Eva as her inner soul knew very well about her deeds. Squeezing her another bed sheet she pressed it to her face lying on the bed with her knees bent and her head touching to the side wall. She decided not to make herself sit blank in the exam hall. And there was a call from Akhil who requested her to write her paper. Eva always respected the words of Akhil and therefore agreed but... She sat the whole night on the stool consoling her to study holding a book with her both the palms but could not and ultimately sun rose with the crowing of the crows and singing of the cuckoos. She made herself stand on the corridor gazing at the mango tree and saying to her- "whether my night of curse was the curse for some nights or for the life? Whatever, everything is unforgettable and now I'm out my strong tracks and I have become equal with those which I never had preferred before." 
Eva heard someone calling her from inside.
“Hey! There is Akhil's call for you.”
By the time she came to receive the call, the incoming call turned to a missed call and she ceased herself from calling him thinking how to confront with him and made herself move to the bathroom to have her bath. Time was running out.


Saturday, 25 August 2012

On My FB's Natal Day


Here did arrive the date 26th August this year
Again, like similar to every year
Natal day of my brother like friend
Whom to wish on this day is must 
He who never betrayed others trust
May his life never get involved with rust
And may God never fill his senses with sawdust
Who ever stood being protective like earth's crust
And this wish for him is just, just and just.










Friday, 3 August 2012

News That Made Me Numb

      Hey Sourish (Greenu) ! What is this? There are lots of questions in me. But whom to ask, how to ask I don't know dammed. Instead of being so regular in touch with you, I could not know anything. My ears still do not believe about your...
That evening too we were in call. Both of us had our conversation, our chit chats, our sharing. As usual, you teased me. And I got angry. You were on the way and you told me that you'll give me call after reaching your home if I don't sleep. And I answered in positive saying,"I would not be sleeping. I have some works to do. So take your time & call me." 
Before going to sleep I thought of calling you and I indeed called you approximately 11:50 pm. It said "switched off". I tried again after sometime. Again I heard "switched off." 
I smiled to myself and murmured saying "let him call next time. This time I will complain."
Rather it was off since then.. since that day. Perhaps that switch off was switch off forever, for always. 
Now who will complain me saying "you are too busy that neither you call me nor you have time to reply to my call. You forgot me right? Calling me after many days... hmm"
Sometime my talks make you laugh and I say, "Sourish! So you know to laugh?" Saying such I smile. So as you.
And you always surprised me. 
First time you surprised me by giving me a call and saying "hey! I'm at your place. Came to meet you. Where are you?"
Thinking that you were just kidding, I replied with my tired sleepy voice "stop it! Sourish. Do I seem insane to you?"
"Well, I'm near Ravenshaw. Standing here. Without delaying more will be take pain to come here or tell me where I, to go or you want me to go away without meeting you?"
I stood dumbstruck and dressed myself up within four minutes and walked out to college square. 
It was on the day of Diwali and O God! really it was unbelievable surprise. In fact I loved your way of surprising me. Good time it was in CCD. 
And this time your news did not surprise me. It shocked me. Not only me, rather all your friends, got a shock.
Still I hope that you will call and say, "Hey! I'm here fine. How are you." 
Fake hope of mine. In reality I lost you. You're one of my few trustworthy friends and you'll always be. I always speak I'm lucky enough to have got such friends like you. At the same time I feel like most salao person for loosing your hand.
Hey Greenu! Will miss you. Your presence will never be erased out and will always be remembered both in good as well as bad times.  Let Almighty bless your Soul. 

Sunday, 3 June 2012

Bygone School Days

Less all is to describe about school
Where we've hundreds of rule
Of which some are broken
And accept punishment as a token.

Learned to make a queue for prayer
And were taught to share and,
to weight and treat all with fair
Everything was in school's air.

A mansion where delinquent children
Bow down their heads and hands back
With cheeks, ears, nose converting red
And we utter, 'sorry teacher, it won't be repeated.'

Smelling loo of school where,
some choose better to conceal
For the fear of punishment terms
Inside planning for excuses to be made more and more.

When in school, there is a feel
like, behind the rail bars.
And those days once lost
We just wish to get back behind those...

Had I there been like, all time, all day
And with all zeal.

Saturday, 2 June 2012

Soul: The Treasure Chest

My inner soul, I heard her say-
'what shameful act is this.. it's wastage of time'
Holding upon few seconds,
I didn't know what to speak.. to whom...


Quietness of my thoughts
Silence of my pain always
Do keep on haunting me
And get scattered on blank pages


I, then, arranged the beads 
of those in sequence thinking,
I must bring them together and
preserve each thought Having Him


And chuckling at my grief
Eventually, I did realize-
       the grin of my lips
       the tear of my eyes
       the ointment of my woe
       the warmth of his trustworthy palm
Is He and only He.

Friday, 24 February 2012

Heart Bleeds When Someone Smokes

Ever 've you did imagine about
Poisoning your chest and body
To death and putting lungs at risk
By sucking smoke and smoke only
Making contaminated your blood.


They whenever asked, speak of...
"It's cool to get smoke deep inside
It's being dangerous sick i know, but,
'm not addicted to it. It's quite normal."
Why not then Quit? What again makes you do?


For, you can't make your lips stop.
Oft'n I did play my voice in words
But. did find none there to lent me their ears
Forget not... Forget not my people
Atrocious it is to smoke.


No doubt you are accompanied
With tar, formaldehyde, cyanide, etc.
Those always, ahead of you
Does sound alarm many times
Warning to get free from being choked.


Careless you're instead being matured
And still, say with full arrogance
'Most responsible Being I'm and know
I better what 'm I doing and to do...'
I then, shut myself up


With criticizing smile for,
Arguing with those who
Themselves defend with heavy 
Manly voice as if they,
Want not to accept the truth.


Think not they about closed ones
Perhaps do not they know
Not they, their near ones'll pay high
When you'll lit yourself completely
By lighting and puffing cigars.


Eyes of Mine whenever watch
My someone dear smoking
I do hear, realize, and believe
Of they dampening themselves
Which does make my Heart Bleed.


And I remain shouting only
Smoke Not... Smoke Not My People!