Oh smile! Where have you vanished?
Why have you ditched,
Our CresentMoon?
Come back soon! Come back soon!
Shashank, we want to hear
Your tinkling contagious laughter,
In your fourth and fifth gears!
We know what to do,
We’ll tickle you, tickle you!
And make you laugh
Till you say: "That's enough! That's enough!"
Laugh Mandu! Laugh!
Laugh till tears
Flow like rivers
Out of your eyes.
Laugh Mandu! Laugh!
Laugh even if the joke is a bore;
Laugh till you roll on the floor
Holding your tummy
And saying: "It's funny! It's funny!"
All we want from you
Is that same old evergreen sweet smile,
Back on your lips
With a promise that
The smile will be with you forever and ever.
Signed: Mastimakerz!
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Why me?
I wrote something a long long time back... But today I experienced the same feelings that I felt when I wrote those lines. The past has revisited my life yet again!
Why does my heart flutter, when it hears someone break the silence of loneliness... of self-pity? Why does my heart feel that this someone will bring joy into my life... bring back all the fun and laughter that deserted me long back? Why does my heart jump with excitement whenever it sees a postman near the gate? It's longing for a letter. I know... a letter that would express that someone is thinking about me, someone feels for me and someone is missing me badly... who is this someone? Where is the letter? It was probably unwritten or written but undelivered... See, the heart stills hopes that such a letter was written but undelivered, when such a letter can never be written for me… I know, my mind knows, but who will tell that to my heart? No one has the guts to do that, not even me!!!
Why does my heart not understand that it’s hoping for the impossible to happen? After being ditched so many times, still it doesn’t want to believe that it has been ditched. My heart was broken many times into pieces and what about peace? Peace is not to be seen anywhere… how will my wounded heart heal… I know that it’ll leave behind a scar that will keep reminding me of my past… The past that’s over… but that’s still with us. If there were no past, there would be no present. But past is not like a present, a gift to me, it’s like a curse… a curse that clings to me… that saps the energy out of me till the end of my life… what is this life that I am leading? Where is my destiny? In this world full of hypocrites, I stand alone and have to face the life alone… it is a challenge, a challenge that I have to win… but how does one define the term victory? Is it winning over someone or let someone win over me so that their satisfaction and happiness becomes mine? I think that the second definition suits me better.
This world is full of selfish people… who are self-centered and think that being happy is getting what they want, they desire. I laugh at their ignorance. Happiness lies not in taking, not in grabbing what one wants, but it lies in giving, in sharing everything with others. Who will explain or can explain this simple thing to them? If I do that, they’ll surely ridicule me. They’ll call me crazy. Why am I so different from others? What others like… I don’t and what I like seems weird and strange to everyone. Is it just I in this world who’s like this? Or is each person different from others? Is there anyone who can answers my questions?
Why does my heart flutter, when it hears someone break the silence of loneliness... of self-pity? Why does my heart feel that this someone will bring joy into my life... bring back all the fun and laughter that deserted me long back? Why does my heart jump with excitement whenever it sees a postman near the gate? It's longing for a letter. I know... a letter that would express that someone is thinking about me, someone feels for me and someone is missing me badly... who is this someone? Where is the letter? It was probably unwritten or written but undelivered... See, the heart stills hopes that such a letter was written but undelivered, when such a letter can never be written for me… I know, my mind knows, but who will tell that to my heart? No one has the guts to do that, not even me!!!
Why does my heart not understand that it’s hoping for the impossible to happen? After being ditched so many times, still it doesn’t want to believe that it has been ditched. My heart was broken many times into pieces and what about peace? Peace is not to be seen anywhere… how will my wounded heart heal… I know that it’ll leave behind a scar that will keep reminding me of my past… The past that’s over… but that’s still with us. If there were no past, there would be no present. But past is not like a present, a gift to me, it’s like a curse… a curse that clings to me… that saps the energy out of me till the end of my life… what is this life that I am leading? Where is my destiny? In this world full of hypocrites, I stand alone and have to face the life alone… it is a challenge, a challenge that I have to win… but how does one define the term victory? Is it winning over someone or let someone win over me so that their satisfaction and happiness becomes mine? I think that the second definition suits me better.
This world is full of selfish people… who are self-centered and think that being happy is getting what they want, they desire. I laugh at their ignorance. Happiness lies not in taking, not in grabbing what one wants, but it lies in giving, in sharing everything with others. Who will explain or can explain this simple thing to them? If I do that, they’ll surely ridicule me. They’ll call me crazy. Why am I so different from others? What others like… I don’t and what I like seems weird and strange to everyone. Is it just I in this world who’s like this? Or is each person different from others? Is there anyone who can answers my questions?
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Oh my friends!
Oh my friends!
I may behave like a stupid
Or act like one hit by cupid!
I may shout and scream at you,
Or hit you black and blue!
Whatever I do
Stick to me like glue!
Be by my side
Through times, good or bad
I need you, to share my joy and sorrow;
My victories and failures;
My dreams and aspirations;
My secrets and my embarassments.
Always with you, let me be
Never never never desert me!
I may behave like a stupid
Or act like one hit by cupid!
I may shout and scream at you,
Or hit you black and blue!
Whatever I do
Stick to me like glue!
Be by my side
Through times, good or bad
I need you, to share my joy and sorrow;
My victories and failures;
My dreams and aspirations;
My secrets and my embarassments.
Always with you, let me be
Never never never desert me!
Monday, May 21, 2007
Your Time Please...
I know, for you, I am not that important
But please for a moment,
My dearest dear
Lend me your ear.
Please don't say:
"I am very busy, Don't be fussy-fussy!"
And shirk me away.
Walk with me for a mile,
And listen to me for a while.
Your little time with me
And how pleased I'll be!
Let me meet you
not just in my fantasies...
Let's be together
not just in my day-dreams...
Let me be the centre of your attention
not just in my imaginations...
I beg you...
I plead you...
Let some time of yours, be mine
Let me feel precious for sometime.
But please for a moment,
My dearest dear
Lend me your ear.
Please don't say:
"I am very busy, Don't be fussy-fussy!"
And shirk me away.
Walk with me for a mile,
And listen to me for a while.
Your little time with me
And how pleased I'll be!
Let me meet you
not just in my fantasies...
Let's be together
not just in my day-dreams...
Let me be the centre of your attention
not just in my imaginations...
I beg you...
I plead you...
Let some time of yours, be mine
Let me feel precious for sometime.
Farewell to Swadeep
The time has come when we have to part
But don’t worry sweet heart.
We will never forget you
Also we will tell you what we request you to do.
Please keep in touch
For we will miss you very much.
With this we end
Our silly poem and send
Best wishes to you, our dearest friend.
Signed: Mastimakerz!
But don’t worry sweet heart.
We will never forget you
Also we will tell you what we request you to do.
Please keep in touch
For we will miss you very much.
With this we end
Our silly poem and send
Best wishes to you, our dearest friend.
Signed: Mastimakerz!
Best of Luck, Ganga and Yamuna
Oh! Little sheep
Get up as soon as the alarm gives a beep.
Oh! Bright moon
Get dressed up soon.
Oh! Brave tiger
Finish off your prayer.
Oh! Wise owl
Eat quickly from your bowl.
Oh! Naughty kothi
Receive best wishes from your Akka, Arathi.
Oh! Pretty duck
Wish you best of luck.
Oh! Little hen
Don’t forget to take an extra pen.
Oh! Chirpy cricket
Don’t forget your hall-ticket.
Oh! Clever lamb
I know you’ll do well in your exam.
Oh! Beautiful flower
You’ll surely pass your exams with flying colours.
Get up as soon as the alarm gives a beep.
Oh! Bright moon
Get dressed up soon.
Oh! Brave tiger
Finish off your prayer.
Oh! Wise owl
Eat quickly from your bowl.
Oh! Naughty kothi
Receive best wishes from your Akka, Arathi.
Oh! Pretty duck
Wish you best of luck.
Oh! Little hen
Don’t forget to take an extra pen.
Oh! Chirpy cricket
Don’t forget your hall-ticket.
Oh! Clever lamb
I know you’ll do well in your exam.
Oh! Beautiful flower
You’ll surely pass your exams with flying colours.
Peace of Mind
It was in the middle of May
That I had a tiresome day.
So, I went to the sea
Which warmly welcomed me.
I sat there on the beach
Out of reach
Of the graceful waves,
Which swept into the rocky caves.
Then I lay on the sand near the sea,
Allowing the waves to touch me.
I closed my eyes
And felt very nice.
At last I was able to find
Some peace of mind.
That I had a tiresome day.
So, I went to the sea
Which warmly welcomed me.
I sat there on the beach
Out of reach
Of the graceful waves,
Which swept into the rocky caves.
Then I lay on the sand near the sea,
Allowing the waves to touch me.
I closed my eyes
And felt very nice.
At last I was able to find
Some peace of mind.
A Little Flower Opened My Eyes
“Oh! Little flower in the garden,
Where were you before you came into my hand?”
“I was in a little garden,
Looked after by a beautiful maiden.
I grew on a rose tree,
Where I was free,
To sing and dance
And prance.
“The maiden loved me very much.
I could say that from her soft touch,
The sight of me would fill her heart with pleasure,
Which none could measure.
“I also had a friend, Mr. Bee,
Who would sing a sweet song to me.
Then I would reward him with a quarter
Of my nectar.
He would take it to his house,
Which pleased his spouse.
“It was my pleasure
To entertain them at leisure.
I used to be very glad
Until the maiden brought a lad,
Who plucked me and my brothers and sisters,
To make a garland for unknown masters.
“The lad was simply mad,
To separate me from my Mom and Dad.
My brothers and sisters are all dead,
I am also on my deathbed.”
Suddenly the flower gave a weak roar
And I knew it was no more.
Unable to bear the sorrow,
On the morrow,
I made a promise
Which I’ll never dismiss.
The promise is that
I will never pluck
A flower from a plant or tree
Because, that is where the flowers are free,
To sing and dance
And prance.
Where were you before you came into my hand?”
“I was in a little garden,
Looked after by a beautiful maiden.
I grew on a rose tree,
Where I was free,
To sing and dance
And prance.
“The maiden loved me very much.
I could say that from her soft touch,
The sight of me would fill her heart with pleasure,
Which none could measure.
“I also had a friend, Mr. Bee,
Who would sing a sweet song to me.
Then I would reward him with a quarter
Of my nectar.
He would take it to his house,
Which pleased his spouse.
“It was my pleasure
To entertain them at leisure.
I used to be very glad
Until the maiden brought a lad,
Who plucked me and my brothers and sisters,
To make a garland for unknown masters.
“The lad was simply mad,
To separate me from my Mom and Dad.
My brothers and sisters are all dead,
I am also on my deathbed.”
Suddenly the flower gave a weak roar
And I knew it was no more.
Unable to bear the sorrow,
On the morrow,
I made a promise
Which I’ll never dismiss.
The promise is that
I will never pluck
A flower from a plant or tree
Because, that is where the flowers are free,
To sing and dance
And prance.
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