Poetries

I wrote this poem, influenced by the life of an accquaintance of mine suffering from Diabetes.

A Diabetics Despair

People gobbling those pastries
And Feasting on jalebis
Ahhh!!! Envy and Despair merge
When you suppress that urge

You reach home all drained out
Only to find your spouse
Baking cakes, Sweet Smell of which
Is enough for you to arouse

But then the excitement dampens
When something disheartening happens
“You forgot to take your dose !!”
She yells and you end up morose

A disdainful life, you wonder
Feels like you lost your thunder
Your thoughts full of Custard
But end up eating Mustard

You engage yourself for a while
Losing that youthful smile
A sinking feeling whispers
You still have to cover a thousand miles.

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This is an attempt to put in words my own experiences in the Local Trains of Mumbai. Ironically, Our trains carry more that five times their capacity and still they say India is not efficient. Just kiddin………

The Virar Local

Your eyes depicting impatience
Reading the tabloid with reluctance
But thoughts are immersed elsewhere
The Meetings started, and you are nowhere

You curse, you damn, you fret
And Dream of a private jet
But then you hear the sound
Of the local on which you are bound

A thousand feet step forward
Making space to leap inward
You wrestle your way through them
Ahh!!! Their grudges you may stem

You’re glad that you won a seat
Of the numerous contenders you could beat
Elderly and the weak paid penalty
The seat by the window assumed royalty

For a moment you felt delight
To have a seat until you alight
But the journey turned rather gross,
Somebody stood with his rear to your nose

You get accustomed to the stink
On thy neighbors shoulder, you sink
And enjoy the deepest slumber
Which infects your fellow members

The journey ends with a long break
A kind soul helps you to awake
Alighting, you hasten your pace in dismay
Only to be back in the grind another day

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The Downpour. - An Ode to 26th July 2005 - The day Mumbai's heartbeat stopped

Look here “Ma”, the tyres are under water
Shouted Pratik at the top of his voice
As we stood watching, Heavens turned rioter,
Didn’t spare anything, be it Maruti or Rolls Royce

The privileged stood dry in their lair
While the rest were drenched and bewildered
Wading in deep puddles of despair
Their shanties – not less than murdered

Frantic calls of desperate womenfolk
Their offspring stranded in temples of learning,
Nobody cared for the hapless livestock
A watery grave – their lives were a turning

Back in the house, as we played Scrabble
There were some brave outside fighting for life
Public Transport was a mess – he wouldn’t dabble
Struggling Pedestrians were a sight that was rife

The morning after saw a mixed bag of emotions
Students rejoiced with a BANDH announcement
Assessing their losses, Fathers got loose motions
A Bollywood script – churning joy with resentment

Walk down the street was an unforgettable sight
Death and Destruction after the merciless barrage
Forces of Nature reacted with all their might
Lively streets metamorphosed in a GARAGE

It left me wondering “ I was lucky to be alive”
Almighty above, for me, had a soft corner
Survival was something, I didn’t have to strive
My due respects to the inconsolable mourner

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If Life was a software

Working on my computer,
Sometimes it made me think,
If life was a software,
It would never stink

Imagine if u had a choice
To SELECT ALL happiest moments
COPY and PASTE it in the present
To put an end to your laments

Precious times with loved ones
If only you could INSERT
In BLANK DOCUMENTS of Life,
which seemed Inert

FORMAT those bland moments
With FONTS of beauty
And FILL it with Color
With a THEME full of gaiety

If HELP was at hand
At all those difficult instances
And TOOLS were always available
To bridge those distances

Imagine if you could UNDO
a terrible mistake
And REDO those shots,
Which were good at first-take

If Life was OLD VERSION
You could easily UPGRADE
If prompted for payment
A CRACK had it swayed

But sometimes I wonder
If untouched, life is better
Cos, a BLUE SCREEN could end it
And apologize for the ERROR

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