Happy New Year

On a limp and a prayer,

Away goes the old man,

Haggard in the old suit.

Shattered,tattered,battered and bruised,

Sniffling a sob he goes.

Cold, cold the mountains view,

Perched on top the plains,

Burnt out sun, non the warmth,

Sets on a sullen note.

Up in its wake,

Comes out the new,

Chirpy,bright light.

Skips and rolls, hums a note,

Embarks on merry delight.

Come, come ya all

Ya all ya come,

Dance and spin and sing.

A whole new year,

A new,new year!

Stirs up the high spirits.

Wishes and resolves,

Fostering new ties,

Make a fesh start.

Meet the life!

Greet the life!

Reach for the horizons far.

Desires fulfill, inhibitions shed,

Embrace the year ahead.

Change a thing,

Change the world!

You will, and you can.

Let not go,

This one waste,

Forget the past and the rest,

Fire up desire,light a fire,

A happy new year to you!

YEARNING FOR REDEMPTION

Malady.

Of a soft heart.

Rages like a fire in the still of night.

Sounds and sights keep coming back.

They self repeat as if on auto pilot.

Back in time, back in time.

But future is of sense.

When?

When shall all be normal?

A day.

A year.

A life.

Even More.

Wait is the longest cuss word.

A flicker of light casts the longest shadow.

Would have known it coming.

Allow another frame this time.

Yes.Again.

So, you know the difference.

Between present and past.

Nobody lost an unplayed game.

Nobody died in a warming embrace.

Heart to heart.

Miss the beatings.

Sure do.

Lots of tales.

And more bickerings...yeah them too.

Need to pour them all.

On a worthy sky.

Rain's gone you know.

Long, long ago.

No chance of a word.

Unwarranted silence.

Unsuccessful story.

Redeem the past.

Just once.This time.

Fear engulfs.Dry crackle of despair.

More are the maladies.

Immunity is a fake thing.

Purity is priceless.....saves half the world,

just they don't know.

This time a saviour role.

Need to play.Need to play.

Wouldn't be a tad difficult thing to do.

Naturals don't need rehearsals!

So what say?

One innings of dream-making shall we play?

ICONIC

A kingdom's king,

No crown on your head.

You the king; yeah you!

Followers all, the mighty and the weak,

Yet no looking back for you.

Boldest bold and strongest strong,

Tempests dread your will.

Careless smiles and ruthless glare,

You the king; yeah you!

Raring to ride the unknown routes,

Searing heat's no threat.

Coldest winds are no strangers,

And you soaked in the steepest rain.

Enriched mind, crystal thoughts,

Attained a pinnacle, your wit.

Adverse climes and the toughest of times,

Brings the best in you.

No applause need, no kind words seek,

You the king; yeah you!

Called for no mercy

Unto yourself,

In dire straits,

Of death.

First to meet the hungry fire,

Till last you fought, sans rest.

Victory kissed and flags high

Ride higher you ride.

The world isn't enough,

For your majesty,

Soar you higher, you fly.

Come to rest back as a vision,

For a generation in need,

Feed 'em fire, feed 'em steel,

Ready the next breed.

Long live the glorious,

Long live the icon,

Beacon of hope is you,

With a heavy heart, they bid adieu

To you the king;yeah you.

Habit

A strapping young man decided one day,
That he would with a full heart of love,
Service the society,his fellow beings.
This lad chose a profession quiet noble one for that.
Counselling;that was his idea of spreading the healing touch.
And toiled he hard, for a suitable berth,
In the hallowed preccints of a prestigious school,
Where they taught them the secret,
Of reading the dreams.
The institute was in Australia,and the lad of modest background.
But sold he did all that was there,
Lest his dream be shatterred before taking flight.
And off he went to the southern land,
Brushing off the warnings of his guardians and peers.
Upon landing at the hallowed preccints,
Of this school of psychology, where he intended to learn,
Was told by the learned teachers, that he needs to chalk out,
His dreams as they came.
And he was to do all the research,
Depending on his own dreams as they came.
Got he stuck the very following day,
As no dream came for the entire day.
Perplexed he was, as were the teachers.
How can you not dream?
All stood in askance.
The following day again turned out the same.
No dream... no dream...after a night of deep sleep.
Worried now the teachers were.
All in chorus said these very words;
Go, go on back to where you came from.
No place here for a non dreamer sort.
All you need for this course of yours,
Is a good dreaming routine for the research to begin.
Failing that, you may not stay here,
For there would a dreamer, waiting in your place.
The words never escaped the mouth of these learned men,
When the world around the strapping lad shattered in a wink.
This cannot be true, he thought.
i came here for a fruitless return?
Never! never will this be true!
And his eyes welled up with his pride's melting away.
Dejected and tired, he crept up his bed.
Falling asleep he reached a state,
When his mind didn't know the real and the fake.
Then it came, the most serene dream.
The dream of himself, in a doctors coat,
A couple of children on his lap,
And a fair lady by his side, donning a red dress.
Smiling he woke the next morning,
And went up to the panel of learned men,
Calling out his favourite tune,
He sang his dream to them.
All nodded in agreement,
That indeed a genius was he,
Noting down the details they started off,
On a report writing spree.

LIFE

Name;unknown flower,white flower.

Address;national highway no 47.

Age;two hours old.Cute white flower.

End;two tonne trailer,skidding off the asphalt

One tyre crushing against cute white flower,

And grinding it on and on and on in cycles.

Untill the nameless cute little flower,

Became faceless too.

FAITH

All along i heard them,

And you did that too,

We all have 'heard' it, when young,

The saintly words of faith.

And the little things we were told to do,

That seemed more important than life,

And kept gathering the rituals,i,you,we.

Even now having come of age,

The voices still follow.

The sharp tone asking obedience,

The mild one for prayer,

the harsh one pointing where you may lie after death,

For causing petty unrest.

So how well have we followed?

The usual voices of faith?

Can i,you,we not ignore them?

And still be a worthy being.

Ah! the imposture dilemma.

It comes when in doubt.

Leaves a man with no strength,

Or an iota of reason.

Thus i,you,we follow....

The path trodden by the rest.

Can a brave one shake off the beliefs?

The mere words of faith?

When doing so it would need more courage from me,you,us,

Than it did to have faith in a NOTION.

The notion of a superbeing!

Loss And Gain

Relish.
relish i do a lot, a breakfast befitting a kings meal,
Eggs and toasts and ham and honey,
Jams and relishes and bagels buttered to the brim,
'Desi' is a hit any day of course: mmm...the steaming parathas
Chilled lassi is a must.Heaven.
Lunch is nice with a delectable biryani,
Or a tender silky makhni with naan....
Ah! yes,kulfi to beat the heat too.
Dinners are a roar with the Champagne and the grilled fish,
A roast must follow with the 'merlot' warming my tracts.
Delights of a soumptous meal are the simple pleasures of a life.
Now what's this? wait!
HOLD THAT PIZZA!
YIKES! WHATS MY WEIGHT?
No you can't put so much of oil,
Shall I sue the hotel which served me rice?
Watch your carbs(or was it curves)...that's what the doc said.
Isn't that right?
Am i looking fat?
Is this thought fattening?
Are you fattening?
Tell me no.
i am a sinner
The gulab jamun was the winner!
You should have stopped me.
You could have stopped me.
I think I'll hit the treadmill.
Will.Will.Will.Will.
Now don't order any calorie laden dish.
Huhh, a little slimmer i wish.
Can we go on a diet together?
Oh!forget it don't even bother.
So depressing you are,
Inconsiderate irresponsible irrwhatever.
Call for a pasta now.....extra cheese.
And parmesan on side as well.
Yeah Yeah 15 km on the mill tommorow.i know.
Can the salmon be ordered now?
You and your lectures.
i am bored of them.
Call them, where is the cheese?
i said EXTRAAAAAAA PLEASE!