Need to write

Haven’t written a post
For quite some time.
With collage, project and coaching
Schedule is nine to nine.
With the busy life
Drifting like a leaf in gale
On the top, it is cold
Makes my heart pale.

Got 15 minutes
Before I rush to coaching
I really need to write.
But a poem need time and devotion
You cannot just glide.
So stop the search for a good idea
Just write, what comes to my mind.
Love it or shove it.
It is you to decide.

Thanks for reading!!!

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Friends-the realisation

Better part of my childhood
I spent at home
Away from the outside
Conform was my life’s norm.

Youngest in the family
A life was a shown
All the love and care
I shared alone.

Felt I don’t need anyone
Complete with the family
Need nothing more
Life was full of fun.

Don’t have any good friends
As a kid
Now, I feel the regret
Of what I did.

Got true friends,
Only in the 6th standard,
Even then for many years
I do not share their cheers.

Seeing the high school aminie
I so want to live
Again that years many.
Where I can share
Dreams , favorite movies
Crushes and fantasies.
And take memorable memories
Along my life’s breeze.
But,
Now is too late,
Nothing can be done
With any amount of please!!

Now I understand the importance of friends,
They are your peers, with them you hang (hang out)
Nothing can be equal to ,be part of a gang.

So, dear reader
Never miss an opportunity
To make another friend
Because who knows
What is the life’s next bend.

The gift of Bhai Dhuj

     Yesterday, we celebrated Bhai Dhuj, a festival today marks the end of festival season.
     On this day, millions of sisters in India, give respect to their brothers by putting a tilak’* on their head. And brothers in turn pledge to protect their sisters from any harm.
     With increasing incidents of crime against women in the cities, I plan to do something new

Wrote a poem

The poem
On the eve of this Bhai Dhuj
I plan to step in a new shoe
On this day
Brothers pledge to protect their sisters
From any danger , rapist or molesters
But what happens if we are not near them
Then, who is to be blame
To truly protect our sisters
We must make them self sufficient
Against any rapist or molesters
So this gift for these lovely ladies
To give them lots of blisters.

And then, gifted her a pepper spray to protect herself.

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Rather then gifting just money, isn’t something that really protects your sisters is better. Think about it!

Thanks for reading

*tilak’ :a distinctive spot of colored powder orpaste worn on the forehead by Hindu men and women as a religious symbol

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.

Play the real game

    Poem for the people who find it hard to live reality and instead run to fantasy (like me).

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Many world of fantasy
Are beautiful and fancy
Weather it is
Middle Earth in LOTR
Hogwarts in Harry Potter
Mystica in Fallen Kingdoms
Or war between 9 shieldons

All have something new ,something different,
Like elves, dwarves,orcs, demons or sea serpent.
Hours and hours of adventure over many lands.

Then,
there are awesome games
Only an ignorant will say
That they are for lames.
What feeling is better
Then  yourself fighting dragons
And write love letters.

Fight the evil bosses
Attack them with magic spells
Dodge when they  shoot
What more fun can be
To enjoy a great loot

It is impossible or difficult
When we do these in real
In reality
There is no auto save
There is danger and fear

Reality gives is only 1 life
Hard work has to be done
Not completed just by a swipe
What is done is done
You cannot say I shun.

That is difference in fantasy and life,
In danger
Fantasy is fun but life is a knife
That’s why many run away from reality
To find safety in a world of fantasy
We imagine it to be real
In fantasy you feel like a hero
There is nothing to make you fear

You may love this feeling
And hold it dear
But remember a thing
my friend!
At the end of the day
All this is NOT real.

That is not your world
That is not your home
Nothing exist there
That world is a myth
You are all alone.

Instead how about playing the real game
Your life is not at all a shame.
You are human, most intelligent being
The horizon of your possibilities cannot be seen

How life is less then game?
It has glory, it has fame.
And best part
These are as real as your name.

I not say stop fantasizing
Afterall
It is the reflection of
Your feelings, your likings
But remember that
Just dreaming them
Will not put it under your hem.

To do that you need to play the game
For which you are born
Otherwise only you is to blame

The game of life may be difficult and boring
You may be tired,  may be frowning
But tell you a secret
Playing this game is to only ticket
To real gold, EXP , new skills and true fame
After all, achievers of real life
Are the inspiration for
Your favorite novels and games.

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.