Thursday, December 15, 2011

My Dad- My Hero

Like most fathers, you were the hero of mine
Because you were the reason I could shine.
Some say this worship dies with time,
Maybe its true, but not with mine

Yes we have differences, in thoughts and solutions
Probably the reason for the volcanic eruptions...
I know I get arrogant, wild and mean
Only when such differences, come in between.

You taught me to differentiate right and wrong.
Even to choose a mallu,  over a bong.
It is this comfort that we share,
Which would make the world jealous-in how we pair.

I remember all those childhood days,
When your life had no holiday, nor sundays.
Be it grooming the talent or skill we had,
Or working so hard to get the home repaired.

With all those roots you had to leave behind,
In order to see this new life- in a bind.
Your life centred-with us around,
Protecting us like feathers from the world above...

You stood by us through thick an thin,
Even through failures that bore a sin.
How are WE to repay-all this debt?
Except with love and an option to rest.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

To Mom- With LOVE

It all started with the repeat punching and kicking
To endure a pain that was never ending.
There started her sacrifice for a son
Even as the pain would make her numb.

With my birth, she breathed a sigh of relief
Only to realize it was the start of all mischief...
You would be wrong if you thought she'd give up
Because all that it did was - attention- doubled up!

Its not her sorrows that made her cry
But my small wounds that would easily dry.
She kept us away, guarded from misery
Taking it by self so that we didn't worry.

With all those young years of her life,
Invested - just to see us rise.
There is no way I could repay this debt,
To a mom who would seldom rest.

Even as our demands grew unreasonable
There was never a reason which she considered excusable.
For she smiled and gave us everything,
Even when her job, paid her nothing.

Shuttling between job and bringing up her son(s)
She always had the time for all our fun.
Lucky we were to get her as a mother
To love her we shall, all life -together.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

The CA Bus

The CA Bus

Its been a good five years now,
Of classes- at different levels in a row.
Surprise, as it always had in store,
With lessons that went straight above.

It was initially hard to break out of the shell,
And bond with the ones who had nothing to tell.
It took time as it always does,
All that mattered was we caught the bus.

This was the bus that drove us around,
In the name of classes we were bound.
It's probably destiny that you meet,
Coz everyone boarded from a different street.

For now the final stop has come,
As you see the last of ' some'...
For life always has a bigger plan,
With a lot more buses to board and man.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Chennai Bliss

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 kitchens of the world combined, to an act of 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 I call home,
But still my mind desires a need for change. to a place like paris or rome..
Its not the hatred because of which I want to move out of here,
but rather because its absence would make me love this place more.

With my family and friends succumbed to its roots,
I would love to come back here when my mission starts.
Its gonna be long from now, as I would like to live like a king,
In this city where my life made its begining..

For now all I want to do is rush out of here
to start my career in corporate where I can find my peers.
I know its going to be long from now for me to get there,
Until then,its time to relish this city and the love of the ones here.

Monday, July 11, 2011

My First Job

Its been a while since I walked into this place
Then, it was all but sheer disgrace
What better you expect, when you have seen the best
And end up with something that is not even a contest.

so started this journey that would be called my first job,
with no friends to stand by and say- whats up bob?
But a lot later they queued in attendance
Joinin me in this task I considered a never ending penance.

I didnt bother to try and get to know them,
Why, there was even a point that I couldn even stand them.
It was only because I compared them with the world
The world so artificial and superficial with every word.

It was only with a year to go that I realized,
These were friends who would stay by my side.
Been through the worst- failures in full tide,
But with them around, life was an easy stride.

Not just the ones I got to know in the process,
but even the experience I gathered during the recess..
all these would be treasured for life,
With only one regret, that I never used it wise.

I Like To Ride

What I loved the most was to ride,
But when summer is high tide its more of a suicide.
The fun is to be out in the open,
Only till you notice how your skin was to darken.

I used to ride like I own the road,
Only to look right and find a man aboard.
Mine was a honda and so was his,
Only that his was a four wheeled bliss.

So what do I care, when I like to ride?
Even if he hits on me its not he who dies.
No matter what, its my passion ro ride,
Summer or cars this love wouldn't subside.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Weird? Still A Friend!

This is a poem that I wrote for a friend of mine. However I am sure this is something that most of you can relate with...

This is surely weird the way its been,
I still don't remember doing the coolest thing.
It is funny that I have been so close
To a person who seems remorse.

Is it because we became so close,
Or are there reasons you don't want to post?
Either ways I ain't gonna stop you.
Because I wonder if it would even rock you.

All I have to say is- a great friend you have been,
Even if not the one who would like to meet.
I realized- it is possible to trust a person,
Even if they are far from open.

What makes this truly special,
Is that it has been highly confidential.
Maybe that is why we hardly met,
But still you are a friend I would never bet.

Now that it feels like you are gone.
I don't know if I should call out.
Because with the reasons still gray,
I even wonder if a return would stay.