Storms

They come again smashing the walls of hope and dreams,
Thinks might fall apart
but never lost for ever
with each storm we learn
And we feel it is all over but it never really is

with storm we become stronger and tougher
Shaken but not stirred
You rise gain like a fenix waiting for the next storm to come

One day you might fall
Cowards die many times before their deaths; 
The valiant never taste of death but once. 
waiting for that one day i stand with head held high

When we walk on the road

'When we walk on the road'

We won't hear the cry on the lanes

Nor will we see the helpless one

When we walk on the road

He looks at you

Stretching his hands towards you

For a piece of bread

Or bowl of soup

But we don't care, we ignore him

He has no home nor has he got any one

dear

He's crippled, he's sick

He has starved for days

Unheeded his cries go

We walk away to our own worlds

He's fed up with life

For no one feeds him

And numb less he sits

Stretching out his hands for aid

We preach great things to him

The things to be practiced

But we don't practice what we preach

We see him on the road

We don't look at him

Some look with sympathy

Some with hatred

Some chase him away

Some pray for him

But a few show empathy and love

They help him. …..

Nor will we see the helpless one

When we walk on the road

He looks at you

Stretching his hands towards you

For a piece of bread

Or bowl of soup

But we don't care, we ignore him

He has no home nor has he got any one

dear

He's crippled, he's sick

He has starved for days

Unheeded his cries go

We walk away to our own worlds

He's fed up with life

For no one feeds him

And numb less he sits

Stretching out his hands for aid

We preach great things to him

The things to be practiced

But we don't practice what we preach

We see him on the road

We don't look at him

Some look with sympathy

Some with hatred

Some chase him away

Some pray for him

But a few show empathy and love

They help him. …..

school days.

Gazing at those huge walls
I wondered what awaits;
I clinked to my mummy's saree
Hopping it to be my rescue

Merciless those ladies

Who picked me up like a kitten

And placed me on a wooden bench

And looked around to see,

many like me, in tears.

A lady came in with a smiling face
Oh! how soothing was it to see her
She said,"I'm your teacher dear ones"
There began my school days.

Like a flash of light  

It went

And now it is time

To bid goodbye

To my school days. 

The mahagony tree

The mahagony tree

I wake up everyday beholding

 the mahogany tree,

It was fully clad with leaves

I wished it remained so forever.

April “the cruelest month” came

And the sun, blazed like a frying pan.

When I woke up one day,

Some leaves missing; the rest still yellow.

Against all hopes,

I hoped the greenery would return.

The ‘dooms day’ came

And the tree, like a new born stood

Unclad with no single leaf.

I shut my window in despair for days,

For I thought the tree had fallen.

Hope against hope

To my relief, I saw some tiny tendrils.

Days on end I watched the progress.

The rains came and the tree stood with

All its lost glory.....