Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts



The cases are packed,
The bags strapped tight
Today is the day,
Tonight-the night.

A sudden speed thrills,
An uncanny breeze blows
I watch time fly by
Ah! The days of yore…

I sense a new vibe, even
Though I tread the same way
The furtive death of the past
Has given birth to a new day.

Unknown whispers call out
Piercing through the din
After all, an era has to end
For another to begin...






Fresh and bright, unknown to pain
Bloomed one flower, behind the country lane.
With petals of gold and spots of red
It was the prettiest thing on the flower bed.

It had old friends, who had seen it grow
Who were there to care and who loved it so.
Wind swayed the leaves and butterflies played around
A big tree bestowed shade, birds had a pleasant sound.

One fine day it was in full bloom, it admired itself all smiles
"My beauty is so eternal, no one can compare for miles.
The birds sing for me, I am a gem, the tree believes
The butterflies are full of awe, and my crowning glory, the leaves."

Other flowers whispered to it, it pretended not to hear
It didnt even nod at the little girl, who admiringly came near.
It threw its weight around, and insulted the wind so strong
It said the leaves had withered, it scorned the birds' song.

Being friends, they endured, till they could take it no more
They went to Mother Nature, and their troubles began to pour.
She smiled to herself and said "The foolish thing is too proud
I will end its bloom too soon, a lesson quite clear and loud."

The next morning it awoke, all set for another beautiful day
But something was wrong, it thought, its petals could no more sway.
The colours seemed dull, the gold and red so light
It couldnt lift its head up, the sun seemed much too bright.



The big tree said "
You've dried up flower, ended has your bloom time Nothing is forever foolish one, remember these words of mine.
Beauty is a vision, which doesn't reach the soul

What matters is c
haracter, and values which make one whole.

The butterflies will still play, the leaves will still sway

The birds' sing already, and spring is on its way.

If you desire undying love, show us what you are worth

Dont live in illusions of beauty, accept defeat with mirth."


The flower hung its head in shame, it had realized its mistake
It observed the joyous flowers, and slowly accepted its fate.






once lived a boy
happy in his own li'l world
the world of love & care
flowers of purity bloomed where
he was humble and sweet
unaware of the creatures like shrewd
the world couldnt see his gay
and left him alone in a bay
he was deprived of his possessions
One by one lost many relations
they crushed him under their foot
his innocence was tried to uproot
he tried to move ahead
but everytime was pushed back & back
he couldnt stand unshaken
when to the inferno, he was taken
he was shattered again & again
his prosperity is now unable to regain
his dreams were all shattered
his existence didnt matter
one day hell a lot he cried
when his prayers were sent back unreplied
damn the people he said to himself
I will live for myself not for anyone,
his wounds have now become scar
and he is no more sweet but SOUR !!!

 






Every time the same question..
And each time round the same answer..
My friends ask me "what’s it now?"
And i say" Nothings wrong"..

Every time I feel a little down..
Every time I have a fall.
Every time a friend tries to pry..
I just say "Nothings wrong"..

As each dream fades away..
As night comes down on this day..
Why does this heart weigh down with pain..
I ask n answer "Nothings wrong"..

Till how long will I try to hide..
Emotions boiling deep inside..
And keep on smiling as I say..
"Everything is fine, Nothings Wrong"..

Everything is fine, still there's something wrong, i don't know what...Somethings missing inspite of i having everything, i don't know what made me write this peom but i was asking this question to myself and answer i got was 'cheer up nothing's wrong'..may be you would ask the same question after reading this....i don't know may be 'nothings wrong'





I used to think life was all about being happy,
I used to think life was all about a smile.
But that day I knew that it was not true
and you realize this only when you are blue

In life came a point when I wanted to cry
And then came a point when I wanted to die.
But death was not my alley;
and life felt like an empty valley.

Yet there was light
Yet there was hope,
which taught me how to cope.
With time the wounds did heal
And soon the pain, I didn’t feel
I believe a new dawn will always rise
and happiness surely comes in disguise


I wish to say goodbye
To that image of your face
Which pops up in my dreams
Every now and then...
I wish it would disappear
With a blink of my eyes
But I find myself praying
For just one more sight.

I wish to say goodbye
To the sound of your voice
Which echoes in my ears
Each time I am alone...
I know I shouldnt listen
And not be falsely led on
But I find myself straining
For just one more word.

I wish to say goodbye
To the sight of your smile
Which stares back at me
From my reflection in the mirror...
It reminds me of your existence
Painfully still in my soul
But blinking tears away
I wish for one more smile.

I wish to say goodbye
To the feel of your hands
Which linger on mine
Just like they once did...
Keeping illusions alive
I realize is so foolish
But I still keep hoping
For just one more touch.

I have tried in vain
For days now
I am clueless as to when
I will finally say goodbye...
It seems to me
These sensations of yours,
Will live on in me
Till the day I die.


The different masks,today we wear,
our true self it is we declare.
To each person,we have a mask so unique,
its all like a game-hide and seek.
Our thoughts have always been hidden,
is speaking our hearts forbidden??

Always trying to please and impress everyone,
A life so insecure has begun.
Living a life,fake and superficial,
Its no way going to be beneficial.
Its like a drama,its like a play,
Different masks for a different day.

When one mask is removed,
another mask is approved.
Constantly changing and hiding behind a veil,
Our worthy identity we always conceal.
The fear of rejection has crept in our mind,
people's judgement has made us blind.

Pretending has become a second nature,
and our real self is always in capture.
Let us throw away our masks,
I know, this may be a difficult task.
But....we have to show what we are,
and respect people for who they are!
Remember....I am what I am!!
for what people think....i care a damn!!






Well freakies my graduation gang. We had rocking four years, enjoyed each and every moment of it. I had written this poem when after four years we were about to part away it was really emotional than. but today i cherish each and every memory spent with them. I am sure this poem will make you nostalgic about your close friends who are not there with you today

Moving from school to a professional course,
Thought life would be sad and need some force,
Little did I expect my awaited freaky gang,
To make my 4 years simply rock with a bang…

Very uncertain and short was the first year,
As lot of efforts were needed to get our group near,
Creating a freaky 14 was not done with so much  ease,
It took some serious efforts, believe me please…


Most amazing were second n third year,
Found one new wonder of world here,
Vidyanagar is the name of that divine creation,
Had lot of fun  and 4 years were like a vacation…

Telling each other that we liked someone,
Giving nicknames to each n every one,
All those were part of the fun and blast,
Looking back now it seems so far, like our past…

Final year drenched us in the work load,
We had begun our journey on the professional road,
Admissions seemed like the sole aim for many,
As everyone are going to slog to get each penny...

Me to Hyderabad some abroad,
Simply memories we have right now to store,
Whole lot will slog each day to earn money,
Few will think that this kind of a life is funny

Simply guess 2-3 years from now,
Some will get married some engaged somehow,
X-boyfriends and x- crushes will be history,
Searching their traces will become a mystery

Together we faced all the test,
All those heart breaks were simply the best,
That was a part of so called teenage,
Getting to this level of life is hence a prestige

It’s now that we halt and realize,
That friends are more than Hi’s and byes,
We made our friends a part of self,
So in getting apart we need some help

End of college life is nearing,
And I know we are all fearing,
What’s going to happen next year?
When we are no longer near

Never again thru the campus we shall walk,
Never again in the free time  shall we talk,

It’s all over, we r leaving everything here,
The end was so far, but now it seems so near