COLLECTION OF POEMS

 Growing up…. Teenage!

 

I am not a kid

Nor am I an adult.

Somewhere in between,

A little grown

A little young.

 

I know a lot

But I don’t understand all.

I have many questions

And queries.

Some get answered,

Some I have to find alone.

As I ask the parents,

They just gaze

And say,

You will know at right age!

You are just in your teenage!!

 

There are a million dreams

I want to fulfill.

And a hundreds little things,

I want to achieve.

 

 

 

Friendship.

He is not a family

But not any less.

The closest to me,

Whom I share all the secrets.

 

He is a friend,

Like a small door at the dead-end.

Like a cherry to the cake,

Such sweetness who wouldn’t take!!

Like a dessert to a meal,

Having a friend is always a fruitful deal.

 

Behind the locked doors of the school,

Together breaking the rules,

We team Up

Against all odds.

A gang of few,

Who can take shit out of you,

If you dare to bother.

At each point,

We will protect each other.

As widely said,

“We are brothers from different mothers”!!

 

 

Siblings.

 

I scold him,

I fight with him.

I pulled his hairs,

He scratched me with nails.

I make him do my works,

He preserves my secrets.

Together we are

The partners in crime!!

We hate each other.

But don’t you dare,

Do a thing to him,

Coz , only I can hate him,

Coz he is my sibling.

 

I never know

What made those husband wife,

Bring this monster in my life,

But, Without him, how would I survive!!

Life would never be the same

If with him, I couldn’t play all the games.

BUT…

If you bring

tears to him,

You better fear

Your end could be near!

If u scratch him,

I will torn you apart,

If you hurt him,

I will make your life a hell.

Because only I have the official license

To do all those nonsense.

   

 

Exams

 

It is a torture

Scarier than the monster.

To the innocent beings.

Not caring their wishes and feelings,

A guard distributes a bundle of papers

Controlling all like a dictator.

 

 

 The see-saw of Life

 

In the see-saw of life,

As I soar up- high,

You will only see me

And the height I’ve achieved.

But at the downside,

There is a large bundle

Of all hardships and struggle.

The fears I’ve faced

And the milestones I chased.

Those sleepless nights

And the needless fights.

 

Not always I can be at height,

With phases of life,

I could be at downside.

Even then,

You will only see my fall,

But look closely,

I am still at ground,

Determined and ready to rebound.

 

I choose the see-saw,

When at high, I have the gains,

Even at lows, I will be entertained.

Those of you scared to fall,

You will only be able to crawl,

How will you know the thrill of the flight

From day to night and dark to bright,

And, Most of all, those experience of delight.

 

Just Born

 

Within the vast universe,

In a small planet,

Out of the womb,

Cozy and warm,

I was pulled out.

 

Crying out the loudest,

Screaming to prove my existence,

Carrying the gene of hundreds of years,

I was born.

 

The flashes of lights

And the screams of plight,

All in that maternity ward,

Where have I landed, Oh dear lord!

 

Some touch my checks

Some poking my skin,

Women singing lullabies

To shut down my cries.

 

So many people I had never seen,

World beyond the womb,

I had never been.

Now all of sudden,

Boundaries just widen.

Oh lord! How am I to cope,

Is it a dream or a bloody joke!!!

 

Its been weeks

Sadly, its not a dream.

May be the womb is gone

And I’ve to be here for long.

 

I can’t even eat,

Just have to wait,

For when they decide to feed.

That plain white milk

Is all I get to drink.

 

Along the passing days,

I am allowed to play.

But, with restrictions everywhere,

To a newborn, the world isn’t fair.

There’s a lot I want to see,

The colorful flowers and the buzzing bee.

Everything in here, I want to explore

But for that, to an adult, I have to grow.

 

 

 WHAT IS LIFE!!

 

Is our life

A matter of choice?

Is your Pain

Under your control?

Can your spread the happiness

As per your wishes?

Can you make someone love you?

Or stop people from hurting you?

 

How much the time,

you call your life as “mine”

but is it really so?

Can you stop it or just make it flow?

 

You and me are just so temporary,

We all have dates for expiry!

What’s almost permanent is the nature around

soil beneath and stars above.

If you vanished, would nature really care?

Will the cosmos or the universe shed any tear?

 

We are like the clay toys,

And the puppets,

Molded into body and brain,

Made to play the drama of life,

And again remolded,

To make new puppets

and the drama continues…

 

Is life a collaboration or a race?

If it’s a collaboration,

Why am I still all alone?

If its a race,

why do we search for a mate!!!

life as it is,

I do not understand...

whatever it is,

hoping someday will be enlightened!