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आखिर क्यों YSR ??

My reflection/reaction/state on Andhra Pradesh CM YSR’s sudden demise and the state holiday following that.

थोडा वक्त तो हो ही गया,
इस नये शहर में आए हुए ।
यहाँ अक्सर वक्त कटता है ऑफ़िस में,
या घर पर खाते या सोते हुए ।

यहाँ रश ज्यादा रहता है,
जिन्दगी थोडी तेज़ चलती है ।
इस रश और शोर-शराबे में ही,
जिन्दगी अब पूरी सी लगती है ।

आदत सी पड गयी थी मुझे,
यूँ ही ऐसे ही जीने की,
मन मारकर बडी मुश्किलों से,
दबा दी थीं हसरतें सीने की ।

लेकिन आज कुछ अधूरापन सा है,
अकेलापन फिर महसूस हुआ ।
हर तरफ सन्नाटा सा है,
ना कोई बहस ना ही दुआ ।

निकल पडा मैं सडक पर,
कि बहला दूँ अपने मन को ।
देखकर बाहर की दुनिया,
दूर कर दूँ इस अकेलेपन को ।

पर आज बाहर भी कोई नहीं,
अब ये दर्द-ए-दिल किससे कहें ?
क्यों YSR क्यों,
आखिर क्यों तुम नहीं रहे ??

नमस्ते,
पियूष

PS: I am not a YSR fan and all but its just this current state that caused all these feelings and this poem 🙂

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Realization

Dont you sometime feel that whatever we are doing here is not very much what we wish or what our parents expect from us..?? I know most of us do not, but even then i am sure everyone of us must have thought atleast once about it…when i came across this thought once again (which generally come with xamz!)these lines i have written at such a moment..

Disclaimer: These lines are not a result of my midsem performance :D,i wrote them before mids, but was busy with preparations..

I feel guilty,
when my Mother asks,
‘How are you studying?’
& i say ‘fine Mom’ !!

She asks before the exams,
‘how is your preparation?’
& again i lie..
‘Its good Mom’ !!

She is worried about me,
so she again calls after the exam,
& again i could only say..
‘it went fine Mom’..

How can i say to her,
I studied only a day before,
how can i explain to her,
over lecture i preferred sleep more..

I didnt make any notes,
but chatted with my friends!
i never opened course book,
but wasted time in browsing net..

I copied the assignments,
without giving a second thought.
I ended up sleeping,
when finally time to study i got..

How can i lie to her,
who has enormous faith in me.
who never cared for herself,
but did everything for me..

I was never like this,
I was conscious of my responsibilities,
I always tried to do my best,
always concerned about studies..

Earlier she used to say,
‘Please go to sleep its very late..’
& i used to reply,
‘i am going Mom plz wait..’!!

Then why is this transformation?
why lack of motivation?
Future is still not certain,
then why is this hesitation?

Mom You have always been my strength,
you suffered happily for my gain..
Give me power & wake me up,
I want to be your old son again !!

Give me power & wake me up, I want to be your old son again !!

Yaadein Yaad Aati Hain….

Sometimes when i sit alone having free time suddenly my mind goes back to those gud ol’days when there was no tension just fun & enjoyment..these lines i hav scribbled remembering those gud ol’days…

Thinking of past,
of those good ol’days…
of my lovely buddies,
& our own cherishing ways…

Going late school daily,
& never attending prayer…
& hiding from the principal,
on having long hair…

Enjoying in the classes,
of course wid teacher absent…
writing wid chalk,
on each others pant…

Doing some mischief,
but still geting saved…
bcoz teacher couldnt believe,
tht i can do something like tht…

Going to play cricket,
in morning & in the noon..
whether cold of december,
or heat of may & june…

Going to paathshaala,
& learning how to live,
learning about soul,
learning how to forgive…

Mama’s home in vacations,
was our playground,
& sharing of laughters,
wid everyone around…

Rushing to coaching,
& preaparing for the test,
working hard all day,
to perform level best…

Sometime i get nostalgic,
about memories of the past…
sometime i think,
why time moves so fast…

Can i get back,
the life tht i earlier had…
tht Mom’s tasty food,
tht joyous young lad…

I dont want to go into description,
of those joyous years…
as i fear wid memories,
it might bring few tears…

Time has moved ahead,
& with it i’l have to move…
fingers crossed abt future,
hope better it will prove…

Fingers crossed abt future,Hope better it will prove…

Piyush is a Cheater !!

Neeche di gayi poem Satya Ghatna par aadharit hai & iska jeevit logon se gehra sambandh hai… 😛

It was sometime
when i was in seventh class….
busy in mugging up the questions
which were necessary to get pass…

Questions were too big
& i was so small…
& the habbit of mugging them up
for me proved to be fatal…

I tried my best
& read them again n again…
But those big questions
couldnt enter my brain…

Then came the time
with one day left for the Xam…
My brain stopped working
as if it had got a jam..

Marks were precious to me
as toys for a kid….
I decided to do something
tht my friends frequently did….

Those BIG-BIG questions
now were in my chit….
this daring plan of mine
I hoped to be a hit…

Next day in the Hall
terrified I sat….
worried about the questions
which one will i get….

I felt a bit Happy
& at the same time I felt Sad…
there is a question from the chit
on finding about that….

Being a First Timer
I didnt know Cheating’s Rules….
I wished to God
Why didnt u make Cheating Schools ??

I put the chit beside me
trembling with fear…
My face grew Gray
as the Invigilator came near…

He had seen me copying
from my chit to the sheet…
I couldnt prepare myself
to prepare time’s Heat…

Tears came from my eyes
as if Rain from the Cloud….
I lost all my image
of which i was so Proud….

After getting insulted
& tainted for ever….
I decided not to cheat
Never ! Never ! Never !

This has been tragedy with me always 😦 i mean whenever i cheated i got caught.
So finally i decided not to cheat after i got caught in 8th class again :)) & haan Thank God !! i am following tht resolution till now.. 🙂