Retrospection

Late one day, while lazily picking my conscience;
Saw the holes, leaking my heart.
Wondered in utter shock and disbelief –
Why things never been clearer before?

Much before, in a mystic tide’s shelter;
Had luncheons with ghosts of insidious proportion.
Vacillating tomorrows dangling in fore,
Incapacitated soul, incapacitated soul!

Vast sea, broken sail, jammed brain;
Pilferage of air from living system.
Infuriated and livid on self – till the last ditch,
Prayers of hope suppressed by wails and whines.

Out of the blue, arrived the much-awaited;
Unveiled the cracks & holes of the meted fury.
And this is how it all seemed like,
When late one day, while lazily picking my conscience.

Bled and Dead Innocence

Buried in the sands of times,
Civilisations' scot-free crimes.
Surreal societal codes of conduct,
Innocence trapped in their nefarious induct.

Originality and innocence - slewed by Darwin's theory,
Beasts and demons raised in the name of bravery.
Layers of crimes thus lay through ages,
Whenever man tried learning selfish phrases.

In the shallow alleys of emotional theatre,
Deeply motivated lies punch veil craters.
Only shadows remain - last traces of purity,
With lights around even they lose longevity.

Rebel my heart, don't sink today;
Rebel my pulse, don't you fray.
Rebel my limbs, support my courage;
O! Rebellion, offered thou my dead soul to graze.

Stood once high, I invincibly convinced;
My perch however short-lived and demeanour cringed.
Necessities became dreams fading into horizon,
The tunnel end dragged deeper into oblivion.

Efforts failed as destitute leaves in spring,
Their sincerity marred by situational surrounding.
No martyr's glory but lonesome alley,
Vouched, as if, fortune to prevent my gully.

But rebel you are and will resurrect back,
Transcend with might from this marshy track.
Gorge on it, may my soul phoenicize your strength;
Abundant innocence, suckle from its breadth & length.

Slated, if innocence, such untimely death;
Harbours, every soul, if a monster beneath.
Life - you answered every puzzle,
Parched, I long you, rather forlorn hope of drizzle.

Make your move, the milieu would follow...

Freedom is my country’s biggest asset,
The belongingness to it - prime reason for us to elate.
United, we take the pledge to protect our union;
I believe we are strong – for every enemy we would be a million.
Let’s remember our motherland, all her elements;
Let’s unite our feelings, all our sentiments.
Let’s transcend the barriers of differences existing inside us,
Let’s make this determination as strong as shoulders of Hercules.
And let’s have some action in place and not mere words,
Get inspired from our freedom fighters, how against might they crossed swords.
It’s high time – adrenaline is flowing,
Let’s do something which keeps motherland’s pride glowing.
Every countryman is invited in the synergic effort of nation’s true independence,
Come, believe and agonize yourself to see it happening in front of your eye lens.

My Initial Experience at my B-School

Came I here to the great institute,
Hidden were the surprises as they were mute.
New ones around were getting crucified,
Sleep was luxurious and no more a free ride.


Impression of smart work was shown good enough,
Success was made as a function of bluff.
Crying is the soul of book and pen,
Carrying the laptop now looks sane.


Life but principles was patronized high time,
Piercing through high sea was matter of prime.
Good things are due to come soon,
Prosperity is blessed after every ruin.


However, good things are also there;
But tendency for ghastly, rather nice, things to share.
Hence I started focussing on better things,
First one was when a boring class' bell rings.


Fast and first - drummed around,
This is an adult world which I had found.
No where aloofness was showered with clemency,
Always, teamwork doesn't become synergized agency.


Economics, Statistics, Law and Accounting;
On us, their pressure, was steadily mounting.
Overlooked was risking the dignity,
And this made me to taste life's salinity.


And I learnt - life hinges on these sharp things,
May not be true for all human beings.
My courage was beaming from deep inside,
Whatever happens - don't strand your own side.


With that notion, I looked for opportunities;
Let’s exercise and bring ourselves some utilities.
This kaleidoscopic life has lot to give,
To obtain that, courage is the thing to conceive.

Turmoiled Conscience

Turmoil! Turmoil! Turmoil!
Bringing heartburns & skin-boil.
Languishing markets and economies,
Revealing unscrupulous anatomies.

Affecting mechanism of households,
Dwindling money power manifolds.
Surfacing surprises - uglier to the hilt,
Forcing carefree generosity to sense guilt.

Twisting strategies, effecting bailouts;
Core untouched, caressing silhouettes.
Gyrating domino effect all around,
Cries, groans and echoes of eerie sounds.

Turmoil - nothing but an eternal phenomenon,
Our ignorant greed - its creed, its religion.
This will remain just another poetic narration,
If it not inspires our hideous evil's suppression.

The beginning of day

Petals blossom as the day is born,
Dewdrops shed from twigs, flowers and thorns.
The new born diffuses rejuvenation all around,
Mother Nature is prettier – from sky till ground.
Mist of hopes spread, as do the longer rays, all over;
Amazing is god’s art when for sketching he uses clover.
The baby whimpers with the birds’ and insects’ chirp,
Chilled is the aura as flora swings without a slurp.
Somewhere, in the blues, crescent of moon is dwindling;
Layers of vegetation snake through the fresh wind.

My visit to Nainital

My time was opportune as I set off for this place,
Place, which matches a utopia by the heaven’s grace.
Goddess’ lake, as the name suggests - Nainital;
And the sanctity is guarded by the sky touching natural wall.
This valley calls every stranger as does a mother,
I felt this on my approaching way with friends together.


Welcomed, I nested in a place, binocular in nature;
Peeping the valley’s beauty from here was its best feature.
Shopkeepers, of all types, were crooning everywhere;
Essential needs of a human, they fulfil, I swear.
Every corner of the valley, I gazed when rode over the lake;
And beauty is at its perfect efficiency for new onlooker’s sake.


Planning my left day from the boat was an easy thing,
I needed to see that the plan was my budget fitting.
The cold winds from the lake gave a reason to shiver,
My organs were freezing – from skin to as inside as liver.
Caffeine and hot drinks were sought after that ride,
Fantasised the soothed me that the drink was to provide.


The time which followed was flying fast,
Visiting devi after her endeavour’s day was our day’s last.
And she was all beaming in her glorious triumph,
Devotees around were praying, tones going up and then slump.
And the wind backed us as we walked to our nest up,
A sleep between us and next adventure was there to interrupt.


Chirped the morning as we set out once more,
To savour and enjoy the rest part of the tour.
Crept the flying basket on the rope as we watched from inside,
In publicised terms they call it as the “Ropeway Ride”.
Mother Nature caresses with her gentle cold hands every time,
Her blessings for the place are adorable to the levels of sublime.


Securing myself well from top to feet,
Set myself on horse to the peak of Dorothy’s seat.
Magnanimous was the view of town at this altitude,
The cold wind was however very rude.
And with the day descending, we ditto from the mountains;
As another adventure of that place added to the memory of our brains.


Abundance of beauty, creator must have when Nainital’s blueprint on his mind;
As the place creates a charming effect on the visitor as he leaves it behind.
Whenever Nainital comes as my mental picture,
Awaken are the memories of a place in lustre.
And awakens my desire to be in that place again,
Either physically or soaked in my dreaming lanes.