GOOD OLD ME 😀🤔

Good old me , when will you get,
that things are never the way you expect.
You must learn how to behave,
keep your mouth shut and all secrets in cave.

People will come and go in your life ,
faces as pretty and sweet as they can be.
But be wise enough to be able to see,
the hand behind could be holding a knife.

For years to come you may not find anyone,
but at least there'll be no fingers raised on your innocence.
So much there is that you are yet to learn,
so much to gain , so stop this glooming,
If what you have given, fails to return.
Just an bad experience vital for mental grooming.
You might be the one who speaks too much,
you r what you show ,same and as such.
Honesty is better than to lie and hurt,
when everyone just plays , then whom to trust?

Time will teach you what really matters,
but before it needs your dreams to be shattered.
Pay the price and off you go,
shine in dark , with your own glow.
Whatever happened and is yet to happen,
just let it go or let it be.
Your silence will be your new weapon
"use it wisely " oh good old me.

A FREE SOUL

Amidst the busy and hectic life,
when almost all forgot to stay alive .
She manages to help the happiness rife,
in lonely places where it's existence strive.
She moves on like river,
merges and carries everyone she meets.
Voyages and journeys that might give you shiver,
staring them in eyes, bravely she greets.

She skies down the snowy slopes,
still she searches for thrill.
Place to place she gallops,
from Tirupati to Dalai hills.
She has a list of places she'd go,
fascinated by things she doesn't know.
Only thing she hates is being put behind the bars,
cause her lovely world of freedom spans beyond the stars.

Met her once in a cafe house,
sipping up coffee, looked so proud.
Asked her name for I was so fouse,
a free soul she said it out loud.

WORDS FROM THE GRAVE👻

Stone upon my chest , I'm dead,
left behind the words I said.
My son is here with his lad,
My daughter here cries for her dad.
my entire family who never had time,
are here together ,
I wonder why they waited for death of mine?
to talk and meet with each other.
For me that was a grave issue,
that ended with my grave, who knew?

When my old lady left me six years back,
turned me into an emotional wreck.
Was hard to learn to live without her,
but time healed things to better.
In old age you're like child of ten,
A well said fact by learned men.
Solitude and nothing apart from it,
I got from all bit by bit.
The old age I see differ so much,
so did the learned make a hunch?

My perspect that I earned respect,
vanished as soon as I became a thing of neglect.
Felt not in home but in a quarter.
Do old men only need food and water?
With hair and my life both turned grey,
petty diseases made me prey.
Bones were weak I used a stick.
i recall one day on a surface so sleek,
i fall but no one was there to pick,
was bedridden for about one week.

It rained and grew cold,
i called for them , yes I told !
No one came after for the cries of this old.
Eyes were heavy so was my head,
in the last moments I was just with my bed.
Finally  I was resting in peace,
coming back where the funeral started.
Amidst the soil with so much ease,
look at the heaven a soul departed.

ACCIDENT OR SUICIDE?

What a wonderful day was that,
He was looking great in brown hat.
Next to him I stood smiling,
Behind us were the surfers riding.
The camera flashed and captured us still,
Thought of seeing so much together,
But who knew that we never will.
That place ,that time , those tides , the weather,
however , will stay with me forever.

He shone so bright in everything,
He danced, played and he could sing.
But no matter whether he's appreciated off far,
he always looked on ground not stars.
His family loved him alot , they were proud,
hardly something that he wasn't aloud.
But I guess the trust was somewhere the cause
for all the grief and profound chaos.

The picture showed his thinned off face,
which came as a consequence of over dosage.
Yes , my friend was engrossed with many addictions,
his family's and my only affliction.
We fought over it a numerous times,
he said it's fine and not a crime.
Cigarette , whiskey , beer and wine,
came up along with drugs in no time.
But still he said - "it's all fine!".

As a friend you try to protect your friend,
I did so and veiled all his nuisance.
Never had thought how it will end,
Sometimes we quarrelled , I lost patience.
But I knew I m the only one on whom he depended,
on strands of belief our friendship was suspended.
His parents caught him once or twice,
but by then he had gone far too long,
with guards of addiction all along,
In his smoky path of demise.

One ugly night of may,
my drunkard friend lost his way.
Liquor and cigarettes stenched his clothes,
gradually he reached a highway road.
Not before had he travelled bit far,
the trembling man was struck by a car.
While he lay there motionless amidst the muck,
everyone came , but not the luck.

Looking at the picture today, I recall,
i too am culpable in his fall.
People say it's the vehicle , that took boy's life.
Me? i feel I can never decide.
Whether it's an accident or a suicide!

A DAY 🌄 WITH MR .PRAFUL👱

A poor grocer , closes his store.
Pulls the shutter, which makes him sore.
For he doesn't like this part of the day,
And of course he loved and enjoyed his stay.
The store for others, to him was atelier,
For customers he's Mr .fatty-tatty fool,
But his store says he's Mr. Praful.
Praful's Veggies! the board read,
With cut outs of cabbage and others spread.

Afternoon saw him having his meal,
And upon his mattress with his big box of steel,
Sat Ram and Babloo , and here goes the reel!
That played everyday at this time of day,
Sometimes a game of cards makes its way.

Evening proceeds , customers recedes.
The left over stock is never paid heed.
Closing time is so very gloomy,

Presents his life , he hates so much truly.

Till now his life that basked in light of carelessness,
Grew shady and shady,
As clouds of responsibilities clouded his happiness,
Reminding him he's a man with a family.

His children will soon be going to school,
Still he's so careless and spends like a fool.
Huh! when will our Mr. Praful start being responsible?
Poverty , doesn't tag you with label - ineligible!

However, hantle of Mr.Praful are found in surrounding,
Like he owned his shop we too possess something.
An achievement or opportunity we feel proud about,
But a lot of us wane it away and then shout.
Cards and friends of our grocer,
Come in disguise as various distractions.
Time gets passed in such leisures,
and when our head is no longer above water.
We panick and lose things that matter.

May we reach high and far,
But never forget who we are.
Turning our backs to our duties,

and dwelling in our self made realities.
Will only make us come as fool.
And in times when we'll need ourselves
We'll be next Mr. Praful.

TOWARDS 🚴THE NEW YEAR🕛

The year ends , new year's ahead.
So many turns and thrilling bends.
Astonishing people , places and events,
memories of all the moments we had,
we bear with us as our new comrades.

Some weekends were not as luxuriant ,
some hardships were dealt fortuitously brilliant.
Some people might have broken us down ,
while some had made us laugh it loud
All the hantle of year's learnt lessons
coming from various ambiance,
we bear with as this priceless experience.

The shady days might have clouded,
but then we faced it , with a realization.
That all we need and ever had needed,
was always with us as self motivation.

May all of us bear this year,
everything that makes us feel loved .
The key to all our biggest fears,
resides in ourselves , just make this clear.
The new year awaits and let's not be troubled,
with what doesn't really matters.
Be yourself and have fun with others,
on wings of happiness choose your brightest feathers.
And take a flight so majestic!
that goes on in all weathers.

The leaving 🎒

Was at home a while ago ,
Faces dull , smiles so low.
My mom and granny with teary eyes
exhausted but trying to resist the tears
And then my father with words so wise
Held me in arms but released the tears
But withheld them much before than I could see
feigning to be as strong as a reef
But couldn't hide his tree tall grief

Soon it was time to go,
With faint smile I turned for the door
Slowly I was walking out
Away and away from my lovely house

From next morning no one's waking me up,
No Breakfast on table no filled coffee cups
No scolding from father on doing something wrong,
Cause from tomorrow morning I'm on my own.

Thoughts like that clouded my mind,
Like slaty clouds on a clear sky.
All of it - the emotional deluge,
Rushed out - I began to cry.
I turned around only to see,
I'm far...... so far from -  my family ..

I turned back to me and the silence,
I remember the words my father had said-
                     " if you are a gold
                   Then fear no test
       Burn in the heat of the fire that refines
           Out of it you'll come as best"

His gold has now stepped into the fire,
Wiping off tears ,
Shaking off fears,
Off I go to walk on the wire ........

A GIRL👩 I LOVED....❤️

To a boy in high school ,
there's nothing that defines cool.
Me like the salt,
could dissolve in any thing.
No one to care for , I was  my own king.

A Boy loved by all.
Friends , family and soccer ,
in studies , before the topper .
Things I lived for included these all.
But life is both rise and fall

A day I remember when everything changed ,
things I lived for , expanded their range.
For a boy like me it was - STRANGE!
A face , a smile ,
that grace , that style.
My all busy life , paused for a while.
The moment that girl stepped in my life

Hands of clock went on and on ,
me with her from dusk till dawn.
Chatted ,texted and what not.
She meant to me my entire world.
Like a bunch of happiness ,
At me was hurled.
Holding hands and sitting together ,
School or home for us never mattered.
Gifts , chocolates and thousands of verses ,
google deluged with romantic searches.
Wanted to make her feel special,
Came up with new tricks and methods.
Cause I loved her so much , no length can measure.

And then came that gloomy day.
Flowers I got , roses were they.
And I remember how she denied in the rudest way,
For me still she looked , both cute and naive.
Her words - "I m not the one for you",
just came and struck me out of the blues.
"You will find someone someday" she paused and then continued to say.
Oh ! how badly I wanted her to stay ,
but my tongue and words failed me that day.
Mouth was dry but cheeks were wet,
But pride in me wasn't done yet.
I don't know from where and why I spoke,
"Ok! Then leave ",
Ah! I still regret those.

She stood up and waved,
And there she walked away.
A strange silence followed ,
Whatever happened just now,
was so hard to be swallowed.

Tears rolled , so did that rose,
on the same cold bench ,
where I had proposed.
Much like me attending a funeral ,
Of me that died for being amiable!

Anyway, I walked home that night,
played sad songs , and turned off the lights.
Thinking what might have went wrong
And only if I could turn things right.

Hands of clock again went on
Took me to places and people unknown
Made many friends but my core is alone.
Hoping someday ,  someone , somewhere,
Will pick the flowers from my stone,
and stare at my amiable side.
With love , love and nothing besides.....

A day 🌻 so special😁

When should you call a day special,
It should be one spent without some purpose.
No winning no losing,
Happiness in surplus.

A day that's lived for somebody else,
Beloved or someone in dire help.
A day u live in every moment,
With heart pumping happiness
A day free of laziness.

A day spent with one you admire,
One you can stare in eyes,
One you can't speak to lies,
One that could get you,
One that understands,
Your things and emotions out of the blue.

That's when you love this day,
For all you've got ,
All you enjoyed,
Memories of the lifetime,
That won't ever rot.

May all have a day like this at least once,
That would paint our lives in every way,
Like the rainbow with its seven colours,
After the rain , brightens the sky,
When the dark clouds walk away.

THE SMILES😀 I MISS

These days I miss some smiles
rose red lips ,
Glimpse of pearly white.
Oh ! how soothing to me were they
As if a rainbow flashed in my world so grey.

One may really get amused to see ,
Different smiles but one visage.
Like waves or tides in a vast sea.
Some r huge some r dwarf,
Traveling to the shore to hit the rocks.
The same way those wonderful smiles,
Hit my shores and give me life.

Wonder someday if I'll ever see again,
This smile that makes me oblivate -
All sorts of pain.