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Saturday, November 29, 2008

Jhilmil Jhakaas (JJ)

One of my all time favorite poems...certainly the longest I've ever written...I wrote this when I was about to leave India to come here...this was part of my farewell "gift" to our group JJ...check it out!


Once upon a time, there were 12 different friends
Having different natures, having different trends
They had their fights, but then made their amends
'Cause they were all, held together by friendship bands

(Welcome to JJ...the loop begins...now)

Abhishek (Golcha) is the first one
And he has muscles, more than a ton
He is next year's North East terror boss
So you better be scared of him or else its your own loss!

Adhaar (Swaroop Agarwal) is the next to come
Always playing pranks or being troublesome
His PJ's (Parag Scale) are difficult to handle
Always wanting you to hit him with a sandal!

Ashish (Garg) is the next to bid - he's the "Big" kid
'Cause even till 9th, he drank milk from a bottle lid!
His nature is certainly very weird to chart
But it doesn't matter, since he's always good at heart

Our big CC, Manish (Agarwala) is next,
Always spending money on girls, or sending them text
Reaching his fart level is where everyone is to fail
And that's why we have our own "Manish Scale"!

Nitesh (Kumar Srivastava) is next on the list,
And he's got a temper which is always on the mist
He can easily rank on top of others and quit lagging
But that's only gonna happen when he quits fagging

Rahul (Saraf / Chintu) is the next one,
An excellent kid and a dream son (Nitesh's)
He's the one to look for when searching for fun
And this I say seriously, with no intended pun!

Rohit (Chawla / Gujju) is the one I highly rate
And this is so, because girls of his state, I find great!
If I write about your "khujli", I don't know about my fate
But you should mimic Tales Spin's Baloo and I mean it, mate!

Shantanu (Singh Chikara) is the kool guy
Passing around as an IEI executive, oh my!
He will tell you, about your mistakes
Although too many, For Goodness Sake!

Siddharth (Agarwala) is the one to deeply think
And this you can tell, even without a blink
The time he takes to get ready is even more than girls
Always cleansing his skin and combing his curls!

Sourabh (Sipani) is the 24X7 working chap,
One who's always got a book in his lap
He is the idiotic yet comical character
Who has no interest towards the "C" factor!

Vaibhav (Jalan) is the guy who's always on fire
Give him some ice and he'll give back more angry desire!
But I still hope, the "Chocolate Boy" reaches his N(a)as(h)a
'Cause that's when he'll fulfill his "aashaa"!

Lastly, Himanshu (Shringi), me, fills this JJ loop
Where I am the emotional part of this funky troop
But still a unique set of Parag's is what I hold
Although, to reach 10 Parag, it ain't enough to be brave and bold

(JJ loop ends here...Please go back to the start)

Now, I do heartily say that I will miss you all,
Regardless of how much I rise...or even if I fall
So always be prepared for my SMS or call
Although, as you know, I won't pay the toll!

Feelings

Another old poem...Its "unique" to say the least


Motivation, Inspiration, Destination, Frustration,
Expectation, Anticipation, Situation, Devastation.
I look for laughter, only to end up facing suppression
I try to remain happy, but I only face depression

My life's been all about faces without expression,
Looking for expansion, but ending with compression
Should I remain calm or should I show aggression?
Whatever I do, I can't resist the oppression

Feeling, Kneeling, Healing, Sealing,
Dealing, Stealing, Reeling, Revealing.
Now I can see all the truths unrevealing
My senses going out, my temper also peeling

Whatever I see, I feel like killing
'Cause my life's been, hardly at all thrilling
Always within my brain, I feel holes are drilling
Tension building up, while pores are filling

Yet I can't find a minute, when I can be chilling...

Aisa Kyun?

Another poem from the yesteryears...


Meri zindagi ki har-ek saans,
Kehti hai tu hai aas-paas
Aayegi ek din aur bujhaayegi meri pyaas,
Tab tak lagata rahoonga main teri hi aas

Kohinoor ka hira hai tu, sadaa ke liye
Tujhe dekhne ko hi to, hai yeh dil jiye
Gham ke aansoon, khushi-khushi piye,
Par dil pe lage ghaav, phir bhi na siye

Sapna sach ho mera, mile jo tera saath
Meri duniya main bahaar aaye jo ban jaaye apni baat
Ab to hai intezaar us din ka, jab milenge apne haath
Umeed hai ab nahi door hoga, chahe woh din ho ya raat

Tu jo kahe to tod laoon main woh chaand aur taare
Chahe kitne hi door ho ya chamke kitne hi woh sitare
Do jism ek ruuh ho jab mil jaaye dil hamare
Tera saath mile to rok doon, main barsaat ki bhi dhaare

Tu jo mere saath ho to toofano ko mein rok doon
Apne pyar ki taakat hai, jo duniya ko bhi tok sakoon
Tera saath mile jo mujhko, chod doon main sab sukoon
Phir bhi tu na paas aaye, hai aakhir aisa kyun?

An Ode To IB

My feelings towards my High School Diploma (IB) written in another old poem


(When the course began...)

Spelling In-ter-na-tio-nal Bac-ca-lau-re-ate
I thought was enough to tell my fate...
I knew there was no way it could ever be easy,
But neither did I think it would make me go crazy!

Some ex-IB grads told me
"So you are doing IB...
Then you must have a strong heart
'Cause its soon gonna be hit by many a dart!

Consider your school as a huge web,
With the school staff making up for the scab...
The IB course is then the spider
And YOU are the victim of this rider!"

To say the least, IB is there as a nightmare,
Which caused my hands to shake and my legs could neither bear!
The pressure from IB had already begun
And so did the wait for the rise of a new sun!

(After the course is over...)

Work is the word which accumulates it all...
Since this is what defines the toll
The more you work, the less the toll,
So you will only rise, never to fall...

However, with EE, PSOW and CAS also to do
Only this key, won't get you through...
So the list also includes enthusiasm and determination,
Which will impress others, much to your fascination!

I won't say that IB has a lot for you to worry,
But it doesn't mean that you can do it in a scurry!
Just be patient...and relax,
And the next thing you know...a 45's on your fax!

Apni Judaai

Another old one and yet another "twist"!


Tum bin mera jeevan hai, woh sukhaa hua khet
Jis mein baarish na ho, bas rehti ho reth
Ab to bas karna hai, mujhko tumhara wait,
Chaahe tum na aao, ya phir, chalo on a date!

Aake chle gaye, hawa ke kayi jhonke
Phir bhi, milne ko tumse, mile na mujhko mauke
Ab to bas dikhti ho tum, sapne main mujhko soke
Kyunki yeh gile-shikwe, tumse milne se mujhe roke

Ghamo ka pahaar tuta, jo hui apni judaai
Sapne saare saagar main dube, jo lee tune vidaai
Ab to himmat na juta sakoon main, dene ko kisi ko badhaai
Kyunki jahan bhi jaaoon, mujhko bas teri hi yaad sataayi

Tere bin nahi hai, ab to mera koi sansaar
Kyunki mere jeevan ka, tum ban gaye ho adhaar
Chahe isko ishq kaho ya kaho ise pyar
Par tum jeena, na-jeena, hain bas yehi mere vichaar

Tum bin nahi hai, mujh mein kisi ko harane ka dum
Kyunki zindagi main khushi nahi bas gham hi hai hardam
Kisi par aitbaar nahi, yeh meri zindagi ki hai sargam
Mann bechain hota rahe, kyunki yeh dil hai nam

Jab dekha tha tumko, aur mile the apne nain
Tabse luti hai meri, raat ki neend aur din ka chain
Ab bhi yaad hai mujhko tumhare haathon ka coke ka can
Ab to aa jao waapas, warna ban na padega mujhko "Hollow Man!"

Apna Milan

Another old poem but with a surprise at the end!


Jheelon ke us paar, nadiya ke aar-paar
Hai jahaan par pahaar do char
Wahaan hota hai viksit woh aakaar
Jise dekh aaye, mere jeevan main bahaar

Use dekh aaye, mere jeevan main khushiyaan
Jinhe dekh phuli na samaaye yeh kaliyaan
Tera intezaar karoon main utni sadiyaan
Jab tak chhod na de, chehchana saari chidiyaan

Tum bin, kaale megha, mere dil main bas jaaye
Aur sapno main bhi dikhe, mujhko tere hi saaye
Sooni waadiyon main jaise sarsarati hawaayein
Waise teri chahat main, bhatka main apni raahein

Apna milan hoga do saagaron ka takraav
Jismein na ho bikhraav, bas badta chale bahaav
Dhire-dhire chade hum, saare ke saare padaav
Taki rok sake na koi, chahe aaye kitne hi algaav

Banke rahe hum, lahoo ke woh do rang
Jo hain to alag-alag, par rehte hain sang-sang
Jinko dekh ho jaaye, saari duniya bhi dung
Kyunki dard kisi ko ho, zakhmi kisi ka ang

Sanam tumhare liye main, de doon kitni hi qurbani
Bas kar do tum mujh par, ek chhoti si meharbani
Na raho mujhse door, jaise koi anjaani
Aur maanlo tum, mujhko apna "Raja Hindustani"!

(WIthout) You

Another one from days gone by...


Sitting in a bar,
Looking at a star,
That I saw the other day in the car
When you looked nearer to me than far

However, things do change with time
Turning sour lemon from sweet lime
Now my conscience makes me feel guilty
Even though I know that I was never filthy

Ever since I've never really recovered from the shock
Sitting alone with the label "out of stock"
I don't know how I got dazzled with that frock
Which you wore, while walking through my block

Those enticing eyes, those absorbing looks,
Have still left me stunned and mentally confused
So then now, what am I supposed to do?
Nothing really, just another drink and decide where to go

Tumhare Liye (For You)

Mixing Hindi and English...works surprisingly well!


I've been watching you for way too long
Making up the rhythms, setting up a song
Someday, I will sing it out aloud
Even if you are alone or one in the crowd

Haan tumhare liye hi, gaoonga main woh gaana
Kyunki tumko hai ab mujhko apne paas laana
Kabhi na kabhi to tum paas aaogi hi jaana
Tab mil beth kar khaayenge apni pasand ka khaana

Oh, please don't misunderstand my intentions
Do trust my decency from all dimensions
Without you, my heart will be cut in a million sections
Leaving me poisoned or hanging on rope suspensions

Tumhare bina hoon main, chaand ka woh tukda
Jiska andhere main, chupa hua hai mukhda
Ab to aake khila do tum meri zindagi main ujala
Taaki khushiyon se bhar jaaye mere dil ka sukhaa pyaala

Fresher's Day Party

Must've been some fun times when I wrote this


Everybody, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
Fresher's Day Party, let's bring it on!
Time's passing on, we're waiting for a song
The fun part's on, with nothing wrong

After passing a screening test,
The party brings out, the very best
So admirations come, from the rest
While everyone enjoys the fest!

These terrific dances, these silky voices
Are a few of the available variety of choices
The excellent acting during the plays
Do not require any external praise

The cool members set up the show
Amusing the audience row-by-row
They are all stunned head-to-toe
'Cause its Fresher's Day Party, so let's go-go-go...

Tera Pyar

Here's another poem I wrote years ago


Tumse hai pyar, yeh main nahi kehta
Phir bhi hoon tadapta, dard ko sehta
Badi mushkil se hoon, tere bina zinda rehta
Kya karoon - tere pyar ke nashe main hoon behta

Us pyar ke nashe main hoon main behka
Jise soch kar, mera dil hai dehka
Teri khushboo se, main hoon mehka
Jaise ki kaliyan khilne par, phool hai chehka

Kaisa yeh nasha hai, kaisa yeh khumaar hai
Aisa tera pyar hai, aayi jaise bahaar hai
Nahi inkaar hai, na ikraar hai
Ab to kuch keh de, dil yeh bekaraar hai

Tere bina ab yeh nahi jee paayega
Kyunki tera pyar, zindagi bhar satayega
Tere ishq main, yeh tadapta reh jaayega
Tere baare main hi sochta reh jaayega

Happy Teacher's Day!

I was going through some old stuff I had lying around, when I came across some poems I had written a while ago...figured I'd post them all here as well

I have no idea when/why I wrote this but apparently I did!...its a good poem I suppose...certainly reminds me of high school


Everybody, let me hear you say,
2004, Happy Teacher's Day!
Its time, we all pay,
Tribute to those who show us the ray
To success in their own way

They help us decide our fate,
Understanding what we like and hate
Their presence of mind helps us understand our state,
And so, I can happily say, "You all are majestically great!"

Be it sports or be it studies,
Working alone or with buddies
You have always been there with support,
Even in our problems, like an escort

Therefore, I plead to you, please remain the same,
Helping us earn, name and fame
Finally, everybody loudly say,
2004, Happy Teacher's Day!

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Final Words

There's a fire rising within my heart
As my soul continues to burn
With the open wounds that you've left me
My life continues to wither away

Deep beneath the ashes lies my soul
That you cursed upon when we separated
And so now I'm all alone, wondering what's changed
As the weight of our love crushes me away

The distances that arose between ourselves
Continue to haunt me even today
As I stand here looking at the past
I realize what a fool I've been

There's no denying that I really miss you
From the moment you said that we are through
But I cannot change what's already gone
So I leave you with these final words...