Saturday, November 20, 2010

The poet in me

Well , it's been so many days since I have updated anything substantial over my blog. Been doing a lot of things off late. Two things that I am happy to reveal are learning guitar and writing poems although I wrote poem as a reaction to some events , which are umm ..a little personal. I never knew I could write poems and I was pleasantly surprised by myself when I finished my first piece. My writing , my poems , the video films as well as hopefully my music ( if i could learn it well ) are all channels to help me divert my energies to some creativity which is always jostling to get out. Also that is something that makes me happy with myself , and that is indeed an achievement in itself in a world where one can become forever disappointed.

Anyways , here I would like to share a few pieces of what I wrote.





My Guardian Angel

I long for the day, when I could say,
I found the one, to show the way.
One to tell the meanings, so obscure,
Who finds the disease, and the cure

I meet one, and I meet all.
Some are polite, some are gall.
The tales of their lives, and morbid details,
Boasts of knowledge and wealthy scales.

They take the delight, when someone falls.
Then they envy the one, who stands tall.
Stories are many, new and old.
Emotions are less and feelings are sold.

I go around, following the day.
It leaves me alone, with the night to stay.
Gazing the stars, and the rowing moon,
They tell me to wait, that it will be soon.




The nights are lonely, to say the least.
Even my shadow takes bow and retreat.
I close my eyes, trying to sleep.
But thoughts stay awake, forever so deep.

I want to run from this stale life.
Beg you to come and show me the light.
I know you are there, somewhere in sight
Hear my story and know my plight.


Give me your hand and take me out,
Shower the love, and end the drought.
I long for you, my guardian angel.
It's ever so long, don't stay a stranger.

 
Aftermath


They conspired something, just for fun. 
All but excited about its twists and turns.
No where they knew, they unleashed a devil.
It’s called emotion, forever a peril.

The fun was lost,
though it meant to be a toast.
The conspirators might part.
Having failed the task.

I am the one to blame,
He made the claim.
Don't go to the other side,
It's too much a pain.

She paused, and thought, and moved ahead.
Leaving him behind, all but dead.
Sun is setting, curtains are down,
Mood is somber , its melancholy around.



Fear is lonely, so is he.
They take each other, like sand and sea.
Broken and dumped, having failed the test.
He slowly went home,
With a pain in chest.

A falling life
As the World keeps going round.
Things are coming crumbling down.
Words are growing far and many;
They mean so little, if any. 



Hope has no reason to survive.
She told me, she'll be dead by night.
Reached the tunnel end, all right
nowhere can I see a ray of light.

Living a life true to my own chosen name.
Torn as RAGS and much in pain.


A little try in Hindi

Kshitij  ki  oar


Raastein hain kahaan , ye pata hai nahin .
Chal rahein hain yun, jaise behti hui nadi ,
saath tum do , to miljayenge raastein ..
humsafar tum raho ..to manzil door nahin ,

Zamin chhoot gayi , aasmaan ki chah mein ..
Assmaan chup gaya , baadlon ki chaon mein .
Baadlon ko chhantna ..seekh liya hai hamnein ..
Taaron tak pahonchna ..ab tamanna hai yehi

Udna chahein to , pankh aa jayenge khudi
milegi saagar se , chahe jo nadi ..
Shaam deti hai savere ka aasra ,
Dhoop ke bina , kya chaon hai kahin..