Away From Home!

I have cursed my luck to be born in a land so humid,
The place that probably is the reason for my life being torrid.
This might be why I overlooked what it gave me,
A lot more than just the food which happens to be yummy!!

This city which acts as a culinary of cuisines,for a foodie like me
Beats the the kitchens of the world put together to mere shame.
Blame me not for the highly inflated bias,
As this place offered home to me during the worst.

I can go on endlessly as to why I love this place called home,
But still my mind desires a need for change, to a place like Paris or Rome.
It is not hatred that makes me want to move out of here,
But rather because-It's absence would make me love this place more.

With my family and friends succumbed to it's roots,
I would love to come back here when my mission starts.
It might be long from now, as I would like to live like a king,
In this city where my life made it's beginning.

For now, all I want to do is rush out of here,
To start my career in a corporate where I can find my peers.
I know it's going to be long from now to get there,
Until then it;s time to relish the city and the love of the ones here.

FAILURE

As I bite the dust of failure, yet again!
My hearts screams I can take no more pain.
This isn't the first time it is happening,
But the problem is with it recurring.


All those dreams of a fancy life,
suddenly seems dissolved in all this strife.
The mere feeling of not living with pride,
Is like being pierced by a sharpened knife.

It's like being woken from a horrible dream,
Only to be left in the midst of a screaming beam.
With its deafening noise agonizing the wounds,
The wounds of failure and whatever that surrounds.

Why is it that all the bad comes together?
And why choose me of all other?
As these questions and more ring aloud,
Am still wounded by the burst of my dream-cloud.

The real me drowned in the shallow waters of failure,
Hatred towards all is ant act of instant pleasure.
I wonder what triggered all this hatred and grudge,
It's not like they are the cause for this trudge.

I don't know as to where this road leads me,
but any bargain on success would be a shame.
Worried I lay thinking about my failure,
as to what would be left after all these failures.

Ahhhh!

Oh this one is inspired by 3 idiots... Blame me not if you find some traces from a song in there!!

Give me some peace
Give me some life
Give me some happiness
Of living away from this strife.

You are not my girl
You are never gonna be mine
You need to understand
Am never gonna make your life shine

When I ask you to leave
When you make me shout more
When I am endlessly rude
Its time for you to go...

I need to live..
I don't want you to spill..
I am praying you understand
This is not your way.. to life!!

THE SACRIFICE OF ONE GENERATION

Before I type this poem, I need to tell why I wrote this. The other day I was at work and saw a boy who hardly must be 18. From his face I could make out he had come from the north, that is a several hundred miles just to work here. I could see the pain and tiredness in his face but still this boy wonder smiled wide every time he was given a task by his employer. I am sure he was earning not more than a few thousands ( very low even by Indian standards), but made me wonder how useful it would be to his folks back home.

They travel a hundred miles or maybe more
In search of a job rather furore.
You blame them not in case they rot
In a hometown, which seldom taught.

Is it why they travel a hundred miles?
Or is it to give their family a reason to smile?
We do not know if it's peace they find,
But all we know is they are forced into a bind.

The happiness of the job is not their priority
Its more about the smallest currency.
Brothers and sisters now bond with history
With future uncertain, their life is a mystery.

It makes you wonder why they travel a hundred miles,
Maybe because they dream their children living in style.
If only it could make life a fruitful garden,
Their life would be purposeful, though trodden.

Some go a hundred and some even more
Hoping that tomorrow, life would soar.
Its about THE SACRIFICE OF this ONE GENERATION
That would make life easier for their entire population.

MY GIRL

I waited till the day turned dusk and back again
And so on I let it happen again and again.
I didn't know what I wanted, but knew I could find her
and dreamed of the times, that would keep us together.

There are a million in this globe,
which I am sure is a mere under statement.
How am I to know which among that is her?
At least when there are several who could possibly be just her.

Is this what every guy suffers from?
What would you cal this fever?
Some call it desperation, But I just think it's cooler.
Maybe, because it ain't as easy to get one for a prom.

Last night when I was drunk, I saw her fly around.
Happiness made me jump, only to see none were bound.
I wanted to shout- "Hey I saw her, she was the one"
But rather preferred- "why is the rum always gone?"

So she comes in my dreams alone,
Masked by her face, which is all is known.
Thin or fat I don't remember,
Maybe because before I catch that
Mom is here with her own racket.

But, not one day is gone when I dont run behind her clone
Hoping she may be the one- but why the hell are there more clones?
Confused I am, which is not because of her,
but rather wondering, who would be MY GIRL!


Aj

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