Stories in a metro

In the metro I travel,
A dozen stories to unravel,
Each passenger carry a fable,
I can guess only the label.

I like to play a detective,
Observing quietly is my tactic,
Analysing different retrospective,
Makes you more connective.

First, I see a man,
Sitting on a seat,
Clutching his bag,
Like a thief away a feet,
Must have learnt a lesson,
In public,
never be careless for a beat.

A women holding hands of her child,
Dropping her to school on early rise,
Parenting is a job of big size.

Some Muslim men with long beard,
Might change at Central Secretariat,
For Jama Masgid is neared.

All youngster on their phones,
Listening music or playing games,
Too busy to appreciate the,
Beauty around them, what a shame.

A couple lurking in back corner,
Showing affection to each other,
God not, love be for how much longer,
Little gurantee, they will take it further.
(lovers now a days)

An old man entered the train,
Body frail and the face pale,
3 people at once stand up without fail.
Seeing this kind of sensitivity,
My trust strengths in humanity.

Many other characters,
Young and old,
Each is a conspirator,
Of stories usually not told.

And here comes my station,
I got off the train,
Leaving behind all the characters,
To travel alone on my lane.

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A father’s life

In the early morning,
I start the race,
Against all the abating,
And obstacles I face.
Forcing by way, battering,
Through many many gates.

Woke up early,
Still, no time to rest,
100 chores waiting,
Each in itself a test.

First, I remember my weight,
To reduce it, let us go to walk,
Even if last night, I slept late,
Then rising son on time,
Thinking about the grocery rates,
In front of the kids, being sublime,
Searching for my daughter’s mate,
Working several hours overtime,
To protect my children’s fate.

Seems like a difficult job,
Years of lifetime, it rob,
Many times, it is not enough
The appreciation you got.

But, I am still happy to do it,
There are perks to this lunacy,
A life having a purpose to it,
Better then a perfect life of fantasy.

When, I see my kids grow,
From small steps to giant leaps,
Watching this my eyes glow,
Better then thousand gold heaps.

So, I stick to fight,
For, I can announce aloud,
In all trials and delight,
They will make me proud.

Siblings Wars

The enemy is coming,
We need to set a trap,
A ball above the door hanging,
(ball is really soft)
Swing to her face like a slap.

This war is going on,
For a lot many years,
Nobody was able to won,
Every sec full of fear.

But brave are those,
Who will never quit,
Thorns or a roes,
Use any means best fit.

Here, comes the enemy,
Open door to her happily,
She directly goes to balcony,
Direct in my trap easily.

The ball hit her in forehead,
Wish you able to see her face,
As angry as a person mad,
I just ran like in a race,
Like running from walking dead,

She is just behind,
I got stuck into a corner,
No plan comes in mind,
To save from this danger.

Nothing can save me now,
She took my hand in her,
What a way of revenge, WOW!
With​ all strength she can master,
Dug her nails like knife on butter.

I look at the gills(marks) I got,
The do pain a liittle, a little hot.
But seeing that smile on her face,
Make this skirmish, a worthy shot.

So, the victory for now has to wait,
It concludes to another stalemate.

A song to spread awareness about dangers in interments

इस गीत को “ऐ मेरे वतन के लोगो”

ऐ ग्रीनपावर के सदस्यो, गोलगपों में भर लो पानी,
जो निवेश किया है उसकी जरा पता करो कहानी।

जब मालुम हुआ परोजैक्ट, बन गये सदस्य झटपट,
35 लाख बता के इक घरौंदे की सुनवा दी आहट।
लोन जुटाने को फिर शुरू हो गई थी खींचातानी,
जो निवेश किया है उसकी जरा पता करो कहानी।

स्टरकचर खड़ा होते ही किमत 30 फिसदी बढ़ाई,
डिफालटर होने की भैया फिर ही तो नौबत आई।
देरी से भुगतान पर ब्याज ने याद दिलाई है नानी,
जो निवेश किया है उसकी जरा पता करो कहानी।

बिलडर ने जो देरी की है काम पूरा करने में भारी,
सब करते क्यों नहीं हक खातिर लड़ने की तैयारी।
देरी के मुआवजे के लिये आवाज है सदस्यो उठानी,
जो निवेश किया है उसकी जरा पता करो कहानी।

कोर सदस्य क्यों चुप बैठ कर देख रहे हैं तमाशा,
झुठी सच्ची कुछ तो  इस गरूप को दे दो दिलासा।
समस्या हल करने की खातिर बात कर लो सयानी,
जो निवेश किया है उसकी जरा पता करो कहानी।
        
                         – श्री प्रकाश चंद्र गुप्ता
                           (मेरे पिताजी )
Note  : more paras r invited for this song.

DREAM Real or Lies or can be realized

See the dreams
They are beautiful, majestic , unreal
And many times are nightmare

Whatever dream I see
It feels like another world in me
Don’t you feel upset
When it turns out not to be

These dreams are a lie
After all we can’t fly
Then
In dreams Why we feel so alive
Sometimes better than our lives

In dreams we see, we smell, we hear
We feel joy , we feel fear
We may live a new life
But still we say, they are unreal

Well, reality is a cocept of relativity
What is real for someone
For other it may be falase
What other may see as impossible
Someone may make it possible

World says we humans cannot fly
Wright Brothers says we can
Indian’s nightmare , they are tanned
Is a beautiful dream for wrestners
Who take vacations in tropical lands

What is real is what you believe
Is a sham, it is a lie
What you believe becames real
Is the true to be lead by

You still think dream
Cannot be real
Of I say you  too are
Can you make yourself bear

Ancient Shastras and Puranas
Tell about our real existence,
That we are just projections,
In the dreams of Lord Vishnu,
Controlled by his will,
There is nothing like our own stance.

I am not being religion bias
It’s being proved by mordren wise
Greatest Physist and theorist
Says there is a great possibility
That our universe is 2D

That’s right! Our reality
Can just be a show of comedy

If you are real
Then you may also be a dream
So how can you say
Your dreams are just dream

If not , then tell you a secret
With your faith and determination
You can bridge the gap
Between reality and dream station
Afterall this if the only difference
Between Science and science fiction.

The ironical Sudama

    Sudama was a very close friend of Lord Krishna. They spend most of their childhood together. But when Lord Krishna became Dwarika Naresh (king of Dwarka) , poor Sudama went to Lord Krishna’s palace to beg for help to save his family from poverty.
    The story is as such that when he reached the palace gates, he was stopped and harassed by the palace guards. Even when queen Rukmani saw him (she doesn’t know he was Krishna’s friend), she pushes him out.
     Sudama was harassed until Krishna was told about his arrival. After that story takes completely opposite your.

     Thousands of year later, when this story was being enacted at Mata ki Choki(religious function devoted to Goddess Durga), act takes an ironical turn.

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Poor Sudama with lots of money

    When Sudama entered , instead of being harassed by palace guards he was welcomed cash. garlands and notes of 10 rupees by all the devotees around.
    It is tradition, where you welcome the pandli members (those who sing Bhajans (devotional songs), and may entertain with some acts relating to mythology) with garlands and some money.
    Now,  the hands of poor Sudama were filled with some serious cash(zoom the pic). With backstage a little far away, he had no choice but to carry on with the act as it is.
     This incident is really an irony and funny to see the clash of Indian traditions.
       Religious and funny. The combination don’t seem often.

      
    

A smile worth thousand night sleeps

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Woke up in the morning
Sleeping is so boring
I want to play
I want to play

Mama mama! where are you
Papa Papa found you
Come to me , come to me
Today show me something new

Dadi dadu play with me
I want to play now only
Later drink  your tea

Pick me in your lap
Sing a song
Or do I amplify my cry
And your ear goes
Bong bong bong!

Mama picked me up
Rocking in her lap
Sang a lullaby
Like a sweet syrup

In mama’s lap, at this moment
I am sooo happy
And feeling very sleepy

Wait a min

Why mamma putting me to sleep,
When I want to play, sing and leap,
Why Papa saying to count the sheep?

Isn’t it  already the morning
Why everyone sleepily frowning?
Oh o! Maybe I woke up early
Not morning, it is 12 thirty

Oopsy dupsy!
I woke everyone at midnight,
When should be sleeping tight,
If mama is angry, she has the right,
But I know this will not lead to fight.

Mamma loved me so much,
She will never scold me
For a thing as such

I know Mamma ,
I give you lots of trouble
But on seeing me
Your anger pops like a bubble

I know getting a mom like you
Is the destiny of just a lucky few
To compensate for this trouble
I will give this smile just for….you
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This poem is dedicated to Manu Bhaiya, Kiti Bhabhi and of course the cute gift they have given us – Maahir(their 3 month old baby)

     I request all readers to pray for Maahir’s long life, good health , brilliant mind and for this precious smile to remain forever.