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.
The society that we live in,
Is possible due to
Doctors, teachers , fires person
And all different professions.
Many people work hard,
So, we don’t need
To live like a bard.
This hardwork is backbone of system
That keeps our life in rhythm.
So work you do for a living,
Is also something, you are giving.
Your profession is very important,
Weather sweeper, fireman or accountant.
Your profession may be boring,
Waiting something interesting to happen
So open your ears,
And hear the call of profession.
Apart from doing you daily work,
There is another duty that lurk.
Spreading happiness through your profession,
Can provide an additional perk.
Take example of me
A student of IT
LOVE not only programming
And geek nerd.
But also how IT,
Shapes our world.
I try to use my knowledge,
For helping people in lockage (confusion).
Weather Papa needing to
Sort his documents
Or, our milk maid needing a
Divine wallpaper for penance.
History is witness of the prose.
Every profession has started,
To support a good cause.
Use you skills for benifit of society,
Doing so will gain you
Skill refinement , practical knowledge
And of course mind free from anxiety.
You will gain peace and satisfaction,
Many people’s love and affection,
And respect in your possession faction.
So all the best,
Achieve your career goals,
But never forget in being aspirational
The meaning of a true professional.
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.
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.
God’s greatest gift to mankind
Is our body , soul and mind
Without these gifts even
Our existence will be blind.
So, why not enjoy these gifts
Why not do everything
That make our spirits lifts
Why do we need to care about
Any on this world’s shits.
This feels a great virtue to live by,
Enjoying life full and hard,
Drink, play, dance , don’t be shy,
Why sacrifice anything at all,
Sacrifice are great, feels like a lie.
You may feel like this,
Sacrifices has no bliss,
If you feel so, I am sorry
You are giving
Something great, a miss
True, sacrifices take away
Something you like
A close friend , memorables
Or a desired bike
But, there is a happiness,
Free from many distress,
Leaving something for others
May feel like a bless.
A mother wants a new handbag
So, with her friends, she can brag
But, instead she decided to take,
A cake for her children, she can bake.
Sacrificing her bragging for a cake,
What you feel
Is she more happy, or regret make her shake.
The satisfaction she will feel then,
Cannot be written with a pen.
A little regret for this feeling
Is what we call good dealing.
Everyone wants to enjoy their life
Think what happens,
If everyone do what they like,
Students will never study,
And play all day with their buddy.
Air station personal will sleep at night
Forgetting about sky full of flights.
Your father go to bar, to feel like a guy,
Instead of singing you a lullaby.
Soldiers will leave border to their fate,
As they are missing their mate.
Can you imagine such a world,
It will be like a flying bird,
Till it is blasted to shreds.
Sacrifices are the engines of this world,
That keeps it functioning and move it forward
Small and big ,sacrifices made by everyone of us,
Never get unawarded, for the world is are a plus,
In return you get, satisfaction, happiness and god’s own trust
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
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.
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
For which we all work hard
May study long hours
May live like a bard
Or may drink alcohol
And take morphing
So today we
Remember no sad thing
Happiness is the thing, our final aim
For some it is respect, charity
For others it is wealth and fame
Whatever the definition for you
The feeling always remains the same
I am not here to lecture you
On what happiness should be to you
I am here writing this poem to share
What happiness in my sense is fair.
So lend me your ears my friends
I want to tell you ,my happiness trends
I am youngest in a joint family
Bua, dadi , sister, Papa
Everybody form heart loves me
I have latest Android phone
With vaccines at right time
I am not at all disease prone
In studies I get good grades
And get to pull my sister’s braids
I am healthy, I have fun
I like to party, I like to learn
But still feel that
My real happiness
Have still not begun.
You may think, I am over demanding
But fact is that, I want to be commanding
Being youngest in my living family
I have been sheltered from any anomly.
I may be intelligent and strong willed
But it is of no use with my family shield.
So what I truly want
Is not just love and dance
I want to grow from this seedling
Into a giant tree
That sheds the entire shant
When I look at the sunlight
I get that feeling of peace
Feeling of the strength
That can make your
Enemies ,fall on their knees
With such power and position
You are free to carry any operation
That makes you any your family
Happy and satisfied to saturation
I want such power,
I want such strength
That allows you to
Protect family and friends.
Imagine a scene,
You are sitting on sofa, reading a newspaper
Your wife is decorating, cake from best local baker
Your beautiful daughters manic rangoli with rangoli shaper
And listening music in smartphone of best mobile maker.
Seeing this you feel so peaceful
For a live so very gleeful
Your family to you is so thankful
You love them
They love you back
Tell me a thing
Such a life lack
When your job, back balance
Family life or spiritual trance
Are on the right track
When you can say a friend in trouble
I have got your back.
Then, sitting on sofa
Enjoying a cup of coffee
Will give me so much satisfaction
The happiness now will be a fraction.
I will have love, money and career
Between me and my soulmate
Children , siblings , father and elders
There will be no barrier.
I know achieving all this
Will be very hard at least
But for that kind of bliss
My efforts will never get a miss.
I will face all hurdles that come up
Afterall I have many to back me up
I will be like my father
Who is my family’s pillar
Papa, you will call me your honeydew
When I will become the true heir of you
All the readers, really thank you!
It will really lovely of you to share what happiness means to you.