Sunday, August 23, 2009

Why

Its not because money, not because dine
Not because girls, not because wine,
its about passion, its about life's way
its about something, without which i cant stay.

My dad says go son, mom says why son
friends say have fun, god says, you are none
How do i say, how do i tell,
That i want it, i am ready to yell.

God, please listen to me
Make me, what i want to be
I promise i wont let you down
I would be best in the town

Show me the way, show me the path
help me out, be my northe
i want that piece of pride
let my soul glide.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Palm Readers

I was at the garden, roaming with Pals,
My phone was switched off, so had no calls
having a good time, having no thought
arrived then the palm reader, whome i caught.


Pious mark on the forehead,
turban rolled, in red
Closed in a cage, he had a parrot
He is a palm reader, but carries tarrot

I wished he was god, i had a question to ask him
why wouldnt i get it?, still stay so grim
when would i be what i want to be?
seldom do i realize, i am being lazy.

With my eyes going wet,
I realize, i am not there yet
Its not very far block,
i will have to slog.

God please help me get what i want. I just cant live without it. I request you. I would be a good boy. I wont bother my mom, i would help the needy. God please help me in this.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Today

Today, nothing different from routine. I was still sleeping like a log, when some one started hiting me on my face. God, its the most undesirable way of getting up. I was still closing my eyes, and my blood pressure has touched its peak, i open eyes in a very very angry mood, but the moment i saw who woke me up, all the anger went back, dont know where. It was my cute little niece Vaishnavi, who woke me up. Wow, kids have a magic spell on most of us. I woke up with my eyes still blur, and i see her cute smile and then i could not stop having a broooaaaad smile.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

A few Lines

How I wish, life was a little more beautiful
How I wish, my acts were a little more fruitful
Life is full of acts, acts are filled with life
How I wish, our words were are a little more thoughtful