WiLL ???

will i be successful,
will i be strong.
will i gracefully,
differentiate right from wrong.
will i be rich,
will i earn fame
will i overcome the itch
to win every game
will i find love
find love again
will i be devoid of
all my pain
will i gain from my deeds
and from my plans
will i indeed
be famous in far off lands
will i reach a point
when i relax and sip
at most expensive joint
and leave a 100 dollar tip
will i drive the cars
that men can die for
and gift them to chauffers
who open the door
will i ever reach a point
when i stop caring for the bills
drop a wallet and not bother
cause i own mills
will i have the girls around me
wrapped up in diamonds and fur
moaning in my ears saying
its morning sir
will i ever go to bahamas
before i am dead
or maybe wait a minute
own an island instead
will i ever have the pleasure
to take my family out
and buy them wat they point at
without a doubt
will i ever be more
than just a name
die a different from the rest
and not like all the same
and then came the answer
whether if i will
as my conscience says
you will indeed
if you have the will.

THE SHAWL AND BELL TO CRAWL IN HELL

Long Ago in Arizona valley,
There lived a happy family.
A father, a mother and a son,
Lived united as if one.
The father, the bread earner of the house,
The mother, homemaker, the father’s spouse.
And the one, who kept them on the run,
Was their only, darling, apple eyed son.
For whom they could trot on the hem,
Was their son, their priceless gem.
For whom the mother spent sleepless nights,
Took precautions to keep him away from blights.
The father got his son all he desired,
And never complained even if tired.
Together the two had a common sight,
Which was to make the son’s future bright.
And more than that all above,
They gave their son unconditional love.
Time flew and tides rolled,
The son was now twenty-seven years old.
A man of substance, a man of might,
Who thought what he did was always right.
He made it big, and began to work,
And to his personality it was a perk.
They were so happy for their boy,
That their eyes usually over flew with joy.
The son now left the home,
And took another house in Rome.
Yet on every success that he had,
Happiness struck his mom and dad.
Time came for him to get married,
His conjugal vows he candidly carried.
But in his choice he made a flaw,
And brought them home a wicked daughter-in-law.
The one makes not but breaks the house,
The joy the lights she does douse.
A year from then a new member was born,
The son then had a son of his own.
The father and mother now had a new friend,
He made them happier he made them grand.
Then time played it trick again,
Which left the father in deep vain.
It was time when he got tired,
And that’s when he retired.
But the father had the assurance,
That his son was as good as life insurance.
The son was the one thought to be sage,
The pillar, the support to the father’s old age.
The father now lived with his son,
All was settled all was done.
But the son didn’t wish to be the warden,
He took his parents to be a burden.
His affection towards them remained static,
And gave them room in his attic.
The daughter-in-law had a nerve,
She told her hubby she would not serve.
She made an unlikely request,
Not to have the pair of unwanted guest.
She didn’t want them to dare,
And poke their nose in her affair.
Hence the father was given a bell,
And the apple-eyed son did tell.
“ Whenever you need anything,
Ring the bell and I’ll bring.”
The father soon began ringing,
And the son began bringing.
The grandparents loved their grandson,
He brought some joy, he brought some fun.
But the jealous daughter-in-law,
Soon realized after she saw.
That her mother-in-law showed a lot of care,
Towards her son, how did she dare?
She stopped her son from going up,
And for the same she kept a pup.
Many hours and days passed by,
And no one asked the reason why.
Soon the bell gave no ring,
Silence is what the attic began to sing.
When the son went up, the father had died,
It was then when he cried.
Not because the father was dead,
Because he left no will by his bed.
But the son could not tell,
Why the father didn’t ring the bell.
The mother’s health also did detoriate,
Yet no one paid heed to her state.
Soon the son and his wife,
Got fed up of mother’s life.
They gave her a cotton shawl,
And decided to leave her by the mall.
The son told her mother,
For heaven sake do not bother,
We have tolerated enough,
Be it your cold or be it your cough.
The grandson out of the blue,
Cut the shawl into two.
When he was asked why,
He said with a sigh.
“I took the bell from grandpa before he ran cold,
And would give it to you father when you grow old.
I cut the shawl in half with the help of this knife,
To give the other half to you mom when I get a wife.”
Many old faces have the same story,
Where their own children have given them this glory.
When they don’t want their parents to come and dwell,
Is when they themselves push these old people into hell?
To those unruly millions this thought I’d like to sell,
Never give your parents a shawl and bell to crawl in hell.

True Child

Blind are my eyes,
Slippery is the way.
No one hears my cries,
Be it night or day.
Nobody guides you here,
They push you on quick sand,
Yet I have no fear,
Cause you are there to hold my hand.
My nose cannot sense,
The scent of senseless danger.
Yet I can tell your presence,
You that lay in the holy manger.
Weak is my thought,
Yet I think of you,
There’s nothing I ain’t got.
Because you’re the one I woo.
But tell me great Almighty,
Why life is so unfair,
Why living is so cruelly flighty,
Why it doesn’t seem to care.
Tell me you faith holder,
Why faith has lost its mean,
Why faith is turning colder,
And can hardly now be seen.
Why hate is ruling higher,
Why lies win the gold.
Why truth has no buyer,
No ear to hear if told.
Where is our moral teaching?
Where have our values gone?
Where went the vital preaching,
Will those ever be reborn?
I was always taught one lesson,
To do right everywhere.
Cause after death in person,
I’ll be answerable to you there.
So one must not do wrong,
Cause you always keep a look.
And you count our sins along,
And store them in a book.
I know once one dies,
A balance is put to test.
Truth is weighed against your lies,
Bad is compared to your best.
And then when the balance sways,
It would finally tell.
Which platter heavily weighs,
You get heaven or you get hell.
So once again when you do wrong,
Just think of it twice.
Lie never can live long,
Though truth will always survive.
Greed has no base,
Self should come last.
For god there is no race,
No colour, no creed, no cast.
Forgive me oh all mighty,
Show mercy on my sin.
I may never be flighty,
As you bless my every win.
Never may I compare,
As they too are your son.
And I know it is not fair,
As for you we all are one.
And when my soul may reach your door,
You welcome me with a smile.
And with your hand you assure,
Saying I’ve been your True Child!

Everytime, late at night

Everytime, late at night
when the moon comes out crawling,
i look at my phone a zillion times
hoping you'd be calling.
And to overcome that
uncomfortable state,
i look at the stars
inorder to kill the wait.
fraction of that time
seems like a year,
cause all i want to tell u
is how i felt when you were here.
hoping that time rolls back
and rolls back soon,
and halts while u were in my arms,
under the moon.
while we lived the moment
forgetting our fight,
and stood there uneffected by time
under the starlit night.
All seemed meaningless
as i heard that sound.
over the wind and distant traffic,
i could hear your heart pound.
that touch that breath that bliss,
which ended up in a kiss.
that moment that fraction
shall ever be.
mine and mine
coz it felt like ME.
and then i broke out of my dream,
u called and i ended it up in a scream.
All i wish to tell u is that wasnt me
coz me belongs to u and shall ever be.

You Won't understand

You wont understand if I told you,
You wont understand why I I wish to tell you this,
You wont understand what I wish to tell you,
You wont understand when am I going to tell you this
You wont understand why am I taking so long to tell you this
You wont understand why I dint tell you this earlier
You wont understand how much I have waited to tell you this
You wont understand while I am telling you this
I was just about to tell you but wats the use you wont understand

A Novel read by all...

I fear the way it started,
it might sound borrowed.
but the body,
truely brings out
the soul of the writer's concious intentions.
you might not relate to it in the middle,
but thats normal cause the prologue warns you of the same.
there might be some happy pages,
while at others the twists may make your mouth drop.
but thats what you would talk about later,
and then again get back to ardent reading.
while at liesure
you would be annalyzing its characters,
passing judgements and forming perceptions
and then changing them with time
as you turn those pages
and then getting back to your old perceptions
at times you might want to re read a few pages
to make comprehensive head or tail
out of the literary genius who penned it
but then there might not be enough time
as the current drama would hold you
and force you to move on
you may want to change a few chapters
to your convenience
while at other wish to omit a few
but by the time it reaches its end,
you would wish it started all over again.
such is the beauty such is the strife,
we all are ardent readers
to the novel written by all mighty
called 'LIFE'

Forever

Its another day in another world,
A new place with a new face

So many have come and so many have gone.
How many more? How many more,
Will I see , Will I love , will I part.
How many more will walk with me,
Walk beside me in the sands of time,
As brothers , sisters , lovers.
All to fade away into my Yesterday.

Like a mirage the memory shimmers,
In the distant corners of my mind it beckons,
So alluring so seductive, It lingers
Filling my soul, my whole.

I close my eyes and am taken to it.
Living once more in a yesterday of my choice,
Colors all bright and the lights all lit.
This is life, this is eternity, says the voice.

But then I open my eyes and I see my world
This new place and this new face
And then I know that tomorrow,
You will be part of the yesterday I chose,
You will, however, remain,
My true love, forever.