Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Dirty(?) Delhi Politics

'The funny side of this,
I frankly speak to you,  Miss,
Is us, ourselves, and most importantly I,
I tell you, really ( with a sigh),
'Tis I who's gone astray,
Not he, or she, or they, 
My sole motive, I've forgotten,
My choice, if seen from the past, is rotten,
My hands I've shaken with those,
Those enemies, who'll now be close.'
His foes now his friends,
It seems he's following some new, cool trends,
The little state he fought for,
Cannot be now a pretty place from folk-lore,
'Sir, you've made a tough decision, time'll its fate,
Whether stomach aches shall be got by this old meat you ate.'

( All about AAP leader )

Pollution

Busy roads and crowded streets,
Have made the world with less feet.
Cutting down of trees,
Is making oxygen decrease.
The rivers are now trash,
Making the waves crash.
Allthe places filled with noise,
Oh God! Is this why we have a sweet voice?
Pollution in water and land,
Will we ever understand?

( my first poem)

Monday, December 23, 2013

Of Hills And Mountains


A lonesome peak, snowy white,
A tree or two, rest shining bright,
Four black specks skirting their way by its side,
Two ahead, with their long stride,
And two falling behind.
No care no worries, just the goal in mind,
Fiery man and fiery nature, they bind,
Black among the green and white,
A sure spectacle, a sure sight,
With each trudging face, bright.
Mother, Father, Son, and Daughter,
Together on this quest, hardly any bother,
God's will, and their will,
All merged, in the right fill,
Going on, till their goal they fulfil.
A lonesome peak, snowy white,
A tree or two, rest shining bright,
Four black specks skirting their way by its side,
Two ahead, with their long stride,
And two falling behind.

(Thoughts after a family hike in Manali)

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Brother

It was you who taught me, oh yes,
It was you, no less,
It were your meaningless quarrels and fights,
And your pillow fighting nights,
That I remember as worthy today,
And not the bookish lessons, nay.
You taught me life, brother,
A carefree and easy one, no other,
Living is life, not monotony,
I remember each word of yours, sarcastic or funny,
You're my brother, after all,
I dislike praising you, but can't ever see you fall.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Pampering Politics

Let me introduce our petty politicians-A, B, C, D and E,
Daren't you call any silly.
Dear A is a fan of circles, goes round and round,
'He is grieved', says B on his ground.
'He lost the elections, poor fellow,
What has he become, because of his sorrow.'
C, on the other hand, is on cloud nine,
'Thank you very much, all is fine.'
He's found a seat, inches too big for him,
But then, it'll fill (with secret stuff) at his whim.
Poor D is still on the streets, oh God!
'The elections aren't over, my lord.'
He's sweeping the streets he wishes to own,
Roaming in lanes he wished not to roam.
E is best situated, really,
And though this (not he) may be silly,
He owns a state (thank you, voters),
With bought supporters.
This was A, B, C, D and E, and their mournful, glorious state,
But then in politics, this was to be their fate.