HONOUR

I’ve written so much!
O God, it’s really too much!
My emotions, my frustrations,
my thoughts, my egos,
and my own life…

See, you have written too much!

I’ve no meters, no rhymes,
no sense of the so-called rhythm.
Still I wrote, and it’s now too much!
I know that I don’t know
what exactly a poem is.
I just crowded up my words
in the busy streets of mind
that got lit up with
fluctuations of emotions.
It often caused
black shadows of thoughts.
And I, with a feeling of oneness,
read it as newspaper reports.
My words, you gave me life,
you gave me trust, you gave me love,
you gave me the big screens
to look on to this worthy world
With every detail and every pore.
It’s much long since we’ve started.
Thank you for being myself.
I am honoured that you are mine,
Mine, forever…!

Li

The Misty Night

It was a misty night

the wind swept through

Only to break the silence of the night.

the leaves rustled

trees swayed,

enough to send chill down the spine

Walked he did

a lone starnger

a big gate in front

resting on its rusty hinges,

as it was opened

it creaked

it screamed

for it had reamined untouched for ages.

A murmer ran through the cemetry

among the gathered souls

Each gliding bak to their graves

as the stranger walked

a strange fragrance filled

the ever gloomy atmosphere

He walked up to a grave

A memmory churned up in his mind

of his past,

of his life

He was lost

and the grave become moonlit

and the mist moved from the nameboard

he saw a name

It was a hammering realization!

His name upon the grave,

Why was it so??

Thoughts upon thoughts of why

crept into his mind

Was he at peace now??

In this cold mist night?

The other souls came along,

they too nodded in understanding

as they dispersed for the night,

he too glided into his grave

The wind swept through,

the gates closed

the trees swayed.

It was a misty night!!!!!!!

Keep Hope Alive

There are sometimes,

When happiness sublime

The world goes dark,

Vanishes joy's mark.

We feel very lonely

Facing the world solely

All good times seem like past,

And time never moves fast

Failure stays at our doorstep,

Success disappears at each step.

The mind is burdened

The heart is saddened

Try as we may,

Nothing can we say

Just tears fall down,

Untill we hear

Gods own voice

Within our heart

'My child, do fight

And bring out the best

Cause even if nothing's yours,

My love will all be yours.

keep in your mind.

Ans so! Joy you will find,

In this never ending journey for

Peace,joy and success

galore

SEASONS OF FUN

With heavy hearts and teary eyes,

Here we are at the crucial juncture,

When we let fall,the drapes of school life,

And bid goodbye as it's time for departure

We had our ups and downs,

But all together,we did have fun!

Allthose moments now flash across,

As the days go by,one by one.....

The friends we made,the pranks we played

Will soon be new pearls of memmory,

Sorrow and tears,begin to overcome us,

As this realisation dawns upon as.

Now its time to shake hands for farewell,

With a word of parting and cordial embrace,

The crisis of today will be the joke of tomorrow,

If so,this will be the cheerless joke for aye...

As we hold those precious memmories,

All that we wish is for the days to never end,

We know that all these memmories will forever stay,

But nothing can be better than our school days...........................

In memmory of all our inspirational lectures............

                                       Physics,Maths,English,Biology
                                          The ingredients build up
                                       Ending up in Chemistry
                                      The pie our teachers do relish
                                    But a dish we students try to resist
                                   Except for the single delicious cherry
                                     Which is seated in the very center
                                  Portraying the all time favorite P.T


                        Now, according to Newtons third law of motion
            Which states that every action has an equal and opposite reaction
                          So our Physics enters through one ear
                 Expected to be absorbed by the brain very near


                 Speaking of the brain arise the logic of Mathematics
                     Which hold better meaning to our ethics
              Let it be the algebraic expression or Quadratic equation
                  Or the linear equations and trignometric relation


                          Building up the pressure is the explosive Chemistry
                      With oxidation and reduction which we wish was history
                          The spark produced by organic chemistry
                        Fail to ignite us even at the highest degree


Botony,Zoology,Cytology and Histolgy
All to be captioned under Boringology
Rather than the resistable Biology


                         All this end in the slice we most relish,
                           Which is none other than English    




               No offence was meant to any of the teachers,
     And this poem is in memmory of all your inspirational lectures 
             Which will remain etched in our minds for ever!!!!!
                        

Poem-Death

Death is a word even life fears
We become sick when it nears 
It comes to us anyway
But hardly goes away
It comes along it own
Alas! never goes alone
Death takes you along 
Whether its right or wrong
It comes to one and all
Even if you like it or hate it after all
Neither can you avoid it
Nor can you welcome it
It anyway comes to you
But dont worry
Its all your fate
It comes to everyone
Death never leaves you or anyone

Poem- My Reflections

I wiped away the dust from the diary of my memory,
And turned the leaves,going back to those good old days once more,
As I lived through my past again,
I felt my past emotions come back to me
I couldn't believe how those years flow away,
From the time I was tiny tot grabbing my mom's hand,
Upto now,when i hold her hand confiding her.


    All those memories flashed back to me,
   When used to roll over my grandma's lap,
   And run behind my quarellsome siblings
  When I used to play with my old grandpa
  And climb onto strong arms of my dad.


The memories reflected as a mirror,
Will those days ever come back to me?
As I wondered dreamily,I again turned-
The torn pages of my memory,
I saw mt school days, the best days
I recalled the precious moments I spent with my friends,
The fun we had,the feelings we shared,
The memories brought tears into my eyes.


   But I know the fun isn't over yet,

  I know I have more glorious days to come,
  I know I have more to add to these pages,
  My dreams,my ambitions are all waiting,
  To enter my precious book of memories,
 These are only reflections of my past,
 I have more to look forward in my future.


As I finally shut the doors of my memory,
I am filled with pleasure,
I know I have had a wonderful past,
And I can look forward into a bright future.


      With this fresh hope in my mind,
      I draw aside a new curtain of my life,
      And enter yet another stage,
     Where I have more responsibilities and dreams.


These reflections are my shadow,
They will remain with me forever,
I won't allow autumn to shed the leaves of my memory,
Nor  will I allow winter to freeze my hopes and ambitions,
I have to journey through life with new aspirations,
And my reflections will be with me to end............................