DISGUISED FRIEND

    With roots in the ground tightly sealed,

merrily the sapling stood in the field

    Being played by the wind it really despised

“I don’t want it”, the sapling summarized

    Years and wind both swept past

to escape swaying sapling grew real fast

    Its girth roots and leaves grew in size

all the years did make him wise

    Standing tall in the middle of the field

it observed the wind and its deed

    Just like a mother wind carried a seed

brought minerals and soil for it to feed

    The grown sapling now had the picture clear

what the wind did was fondling its dear

    Knowing what it lost was a caring friend

it prayed if again it could sway with wind till its end………..

Exam hall

Talking of exams, every one of us has a different story to tell...We have had some hilarious moments in exam halls, some may even be painful. However, I hope this poem of mine will help you refresh some of those memories.....

                  Withered and panting when he reached his goal,

                      it felt like the hall was land of troll.

                  The boy looked around and found few others,

                      for whom getting good grades is all that bothers.

                  Aping their deeds the boy took his book,

                      to give crucial points a mere look.

                  The clock struck nine and they were called inside,

                      an order they had to unwillingly abide.

                  Inside the hall he quickly grabbed a seat,

                      from where, if needed, he could cheat.

                  A seat near the wisest guy was a good take,

                      and a friend sitting nearby was icing on the cake.

                  Booklets in hand and questions in sight,

                      he asked himself “what should I write?”

                  He checked if his friend was feeling alright,

                      luckily for him friend too was in plight.

                  Although this sight put him at ease,

                     still the fear of failure gave him no peace.

                  He thought of how he was nailed,

                     by his teacher when he had failed.

                  In order to escape all those scenes,

         he decided to pass by all means.

                  Signaling the wise guy was of no use to him,

                     but it got teacher’s eye fixed on him.

                  At last the fate did give him a smile,

                     examiner was called out just for a while.

                  As the teacher stepped behind the wall,

                     answers and papers flew around the hall.

                  This time the wise guy did finally pay heed,

                     but he had no time for the boy’s need.

                  Desperate he gave his friend a call,

                     to ask if he knew, anything at all.

                 The friend woke up from a deep sleep,

                     and barked at the boy,”let me sleep, you creep!!”

                 Within no time the teacher was back in the room,

                     much like a sorcerer, riding on a broom.

                 He thought of the fun and joy he tasted,

                     and of the time that he had wasted.

                 He decided to leave his laziness behind,

                     to study well he made up his mind.

                 The clock struck twelve and they had to leave,

                     many in the room found it hard to believe.

                 Towards his home the boy started to walk,

                      but stopped once he heard, his friend talk.

                 They talked about playing soccer that day,

                      the boy changed his mind on thought of play.

                Once again he took the bait,

                      for a day he thought studies could wait…………

           

Mask

     The world's gone crazy and deceptive. Nearly everyone has mastered the skill of separating one human from other based on differences that even our creator wouldn't have thought of. This might represent those who have taken the blows of this evil.......

            I just saw a face amidst the crowd,

            A sweet smile, was all it reflected.

         Innocence was the message given out aloud,

            Inner beauty was what I interpreted.

         All amazed, I watched the face,

            Always lit up, with a smile too sweet.

         All I could do was nothing but gaze,

            &could’ve done that till death came to greet.

         Soon I got surrounded with faces,

            Joyous and sweet, they all seemed.

         They took me through mesmerizing phases,

            All of which had, my eyes misted.

         I took it on faith and closed my eyes,

            And opened my heart, for every face.

         At first it seemed all smooth and nice,

   Soon it ended up in a haze.

         The rain poured down and hit the mask,

    And I saw around me some tainted face.

         The drop from the sky did its task,

   Couldn’t believe, water set things ablaze!!

       The faces had masks with colors god never made,

 But the paints of divisions that man had made.

         I wished if the paints, would somehow fade,

   But to fade is not for what they are made.

         I stumbled, I slipped, I fell and moaned,

   I couldn’t find the strength to stand on my own.

         The painted faces had my heart stoned,

   They were not the same they had shown.

         My nears and dears were all in row,

   I knew I had to get on, with it alone.

         They told me that I should never bow,

   Rather I must have the masks blown.

         Those words gave me the strength to stand,

   I raised my sound, hand and my head.

          And on my feet I tried to stand,

   To do so I left my heart dead.

         I no more care for the painted masks,

   But for my near n dear and their tasks.

         This needs me to perform a dreaded task,

   That is to gift myself a mask.

         Mask that hides all my grit,

   My pain, my sorrow and the rest of it.

My clan

               My clan’s my foe

With wounds still hurting he entered the field,

      his weapons, he had nearly learnt to wield.

He joined an army he liked the most,

      Better than the place where he nearly lost.

With arms wide open he was welcomed in,

      To fight on their side superiors roped him in.

Battle after battle, showed a spark in him,

      Superiors knew it won’t easily go dim.

The more battles he fought the better he got,

      To help him, his counterparts never gave a shot.

Time and superiors slowly passed away,

      Recognition and glory, all came his way.

As all the superiors slowly vanished,

      Hearts of even neighbors he had vanquished.

The warrior was now chosen to lead,

      But his counterparts never gave him heed.

With all his might he fought many wars,

    While most of his counterparts still played the Saar.

His loneliness never killed his hope,

      He kept on fighting with meager scope.

Once he checked if his wounds did fade,

     To his shock he found new cuts from blade.

Back stabbed he was, for sure he knew,

     He approached his commanders not all but few.

In his solitary war he met some comrades,

    They helped him find hands that wielded the blades.

For his army and commanders he was mercenary,

    who could work for them alike in war and granary.

He commands respect in every clan,

      But his own army has no such plan.

Still he stands with comrades a few,

      No matter how strong the winds blew.

The clan wants him to keep up the fight,

      But questioning the cheaters is never his right.

Holding the weapon down he thinks so,

            “Is my clan my only foe?”

For you i strive

I can’t think it over why you left me,

        I don’t know why you didn’t wanna be with me.

My hearts still throbbing for you,

        Tell me my flaw even if a few.

Till then ill search for you day and night,

        Cause, I’m craving for one sight.

Of you whether dim or bright,

        Its your face that shines in my life…..

I don’t know why my heart follows you,

        I can wage any war for you.

I can end up my life if it pleases you,

        I am happy if the world sues.

Me for the crime of loving you…..

I STILL MISS YOU

    

      MISS YOU…

     I still remember the happy time we shared,

                              There was nothing that we ever feared.

                   Was the time when our love geared,

                              time when lovers in us reared.

                  But why you just act deaf to my call,

                      although I told you you’re my all.

               I kept calling you, but you paid no heed,

                             I still can’t guess why you did this deed.

             My soul will call you all my life,

                            for you I’ll even face a rife.

             If my love for you was true,

                           since I’ve heard with time love grew.

            I’m sure you’ll be missing me,

                           no matter where you may be.

           B’coz that’s what love is all about…………

Reciprocate my love

My love come back to me,

for you I’m waiting can’t you see.

Baby you are made just for me,

now come a bit closer to me.

I wanna kiss you and tell,

on me you have casted a spell.

You be with me all my life.

I wanna love you all my life.

Till my heart stops beating,

till my senses stop feeling.

Lets spread this mystique all around.

I see only you in my dreams,

I madly love you to me it seems.

If you still find it a lie,

For once you just hear my heart cry,

Its your name it speaks aloud.

Your love is my addiction,

Now stop calling my love a fiction,

Its nothing but only affection,

Isn’t truth stranger than fiction…….