Glory

About Poem: I consider this poem to be the best of all that I have written so far. I have also got maximum applause for this. Though it is very difficult to say this poem reflects my story, I would dedicate it to all my MBA aspirant friends who couldn’t make it to good b-schools like mine. I saw them labouring like anything and at the d day everything went wrong with them. I had seen their gloomy faces at the day when results came. And I know how it felt to fail despite doing everything that you could.

GLORY

Glory! How mean thou art!

Those who for a noble cause
Giveth their life and heart
Are neither rewarded nor made up
Nor often taken their part

Not once their name recalled
Not once for them bell rung
Why are they so often forgot
Why they remain heroes unsung

Glory! How mean thou art!

Those who rest sitting away
And give orders to mar and make
Are often imposed so much of You
They neither wish nor can take

O Lord! Let just once
Justice mingled with glory
History will change itself then
There will be some other story.

Friends Forever

About the Poem: This poem is dedicated to my childhood friend Devendra whom I consider to be one of a few in this world who know me better than I myself. Take note of the fact that before coming to NMIMS both of us were always together (from Kindergarten to Graduation and my preparation days). Now he is in Lucknow and I m here in Mumbai. I had promised him while filling his slam book that I will write a poem on our friendship and I was very proud when I wrote this one. God Bless You Devendra.

THE TWO

Hand in hand, hand in glove
When they had nothing but run and rove
Unknown to world, the unknown worlds
No dreams of own yet dreaming birds

Play all day with fun on run
Who cared for rain who cared for sun
Ally in wrongs and joined for rights
Such were the lives of two sprites

The growing time and passing age
Changed the ties in fine vintage
With tough time to add a flavour
This way Gods put them together

In easy splitting world of ours
Full of spite, filled with wars
The two are here, the two together
Not for the time, but forever-forever.

Search for Love

About the Poem: Well this poem is a true depiction of what I long for in my love. I know I am asking too much but what does it take to ask? I wrote it probably in some very light moments. But I think it is sweet. Hope you people dont differ much.

SEARCH FOR LOVE

Beautiful those eyes

Not which matches deer's

But prudent vision bears

Charming those cheeks

Not with rosy veneer

But with hopeful cheer

Enthralling lips are

Not with a ruby style

But carrying a modest smile

Lovely that voice

Not which cuckoo like sings

But tells you the honest things

Not are there so much

Gifted with traits as such

If one is there in your lot

Search, search and search

till got.

ASSIGNMENT

About Poem: I wrote this poem when I was in Delhi preparing for CAT and all those stuff. Being so far from the home for the very first time, I many times felt very low. During one of such lean period, I wrote this poem just to rejuvenate myself. You guys know writing poems is my ‘In-House-Built-Stress-Buster’ technique. So I wrote one and here it goes.

ASSIGNMENT

For what are thou here?

Not for such viles to serve
You are something great to deserve
To carry thy kins’ dream through
You have to give thyself nerve

What for your lovers rely
You cannot in a wink defy
And having all milk spilt
You can’t grudge, you can’t cry

This world is not for those
Who think it to be a bed of rose
This lets them die a slow death
Who ask for a recline, ask for a repose

Not to stop or bend low
You have to finish in one go
In such a fashion your task is to be done
Then shall say Divine, ‘I’m proud of my son.’

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OK so enough of preaching. Isn't it? But what to do bhai logo. Poets are supposed to be like that. So how is it?? Please write.

My First Poem

I remember it was one weekend that I got this weird idea of writing a poem in English. Now you will ask what is weird in it. Well precisely it isn't. But once the same idea come to the mind of a person who was born and brought up in an atmosphere where there is very little oxygen for English to breathe, where it is as fancied a language as French, Greek or even Russian is here in Mumbai where I am today; you might out and out reject any probability of having a good or even a readable poem. Of course even in a Hindi medium schooling you get English as your subject. But in a small place like mine the school books make you only as good in English as an English medium convent school makes you in Hindi despite the fact that you get ample chance to speak Hindi in India. But still I gave it a try.

A dictionary, my English Poetry book as well as my Hindi one (Kavyanjali) beside me. OK so here I went. 1 hour, 2..3.. and my dear Mom suddenly revolted "Mai kab se pagalo ke tareh chilla rahi hu, khana kha lo, khana kha lo aur ye ladka hai ki sunta tak nahi (I have been shouting like anything for so long and this guy isn't even listening)." And then I realized Oh it was 9 pm and time to dine. Till now I had scribbled some lines on the paper.

I went for dinner and resumed only after an hour or so. Some more brain storming and it was done. Well only problem that I faced in writing was that related to my poor English and not the ideas which were in abundance in my mind. (Well they generally are even now. That may be one reason of my being so absent-minded.) OK so the poem is here may be worse than I think it to be. But please while posting your comments please bear in mind that I was just in 11th std and I had given it quite an effort beside all what I mentioned above.

ABOUT THE POEM: First thing I wrote this poem just because I wanted to write one. The topic I chose was just spontaneous and it had nothing to do with my state of mind. You may at first sight find it to be a romantic one. But I wasn't at all into that ishq-wishq thing. This poem is basically inspired by Hindi literature particularly poets like Surdas and Bihari. Here a devotee's soul is depicted as a female lover while the God is his love. (sorry for being so 'typical a poet' but I had to get a cue from somewhere and I got it that way.) They are separated and she longs for his presence. (Serious Stuff!!!!!? Hmmmm...)

THE SEPARATED SOULS

Her eyes pinning to the way
Walking on which He went away
And thinking of the yore, He
Teased, pleased, caught, released
His joyful idol heart cherished
That giveth her boundless glee

Tired of wiping the current of tears
How much grief her heart bears!
Writhing like the little bird
That lost its both the wings
Giving her incurable sufferings
The prettiest things of world

The chirp that sweetened her before
Today deafenth her like a roar
And the flowers that enchanted her
Now make her bitterly weep
Her innocent heart so tender
Is given the wounds deadly deep

With gloomy face and slack limbs
Willing to have His only glimpse
In the separation of her beloved
Sitting under the banyan tree
Uttered the heart of that living dead
‘When will He come and mine be?’