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.

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.

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.

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.

The Broken Heart

I dreamt of love

I dreamt of you

That is when you bid adieu.

As the sun galored

and the moon sailored down the isle

You made my life,

the life with the silver line.

Then she went

and went so far...

To a place ,

I could never be on par.

When the doors closed on my face

I seldom realised it's a boon in place.

I changed my tracks

and reached the heights

That my life had never realized.

I lived the moment

loved the glory

Loved everything i did,

until I realised-

My heart couldn't love

after what you did.

I tried again

In desperation

To get my heart unhooked from within

Only in vain

as it cried out

"I can never be my twin."

Then came the next

A girl all smart

She won me over with her words so soft

And sewed the wounds of MY BROKEN HEART

and when I wanted it over,

It all fell apart.

And when it happened

I stood up tall

Stopping the mighty from a fall.

And let the charming girl go past.

Letting my heart to remain

A BROKEN HEART.

Aj

The Sports Day

We stood like a mighty

Down from a fall

For a world

That would never remark

Fought to glory

To create history

In a territory

That was always a mystery.

Halfway through

We never knew

This is how

We would bid adieu

The efforts so hard

As we trained retard

Escalated our achievements

Neverthless all relents.

When it all ended

Depressed we surrendered

Not until we fought and lost

Till our heart beat it's last.

The aftermath,

Was filled with talks

On how ths short

Became so tall

Aj

College Life

When I walked in

I bet I knew nothing

where to go

And where not to.

The orientation gave the light

which made things bright

And to our delight

it was start of a new life.

The first day has moved far away

Iam sure i remember nothing to say.

The new friends, the new life

took me away from all the strife.

Three years now

And we fear the days to come.

The directions we split
Has seldom dawned.

Sooner or later,
it's gonna be over

we don't see a common tomorrow

Can only hope there ain't any sorrow.

Aj

Brother's Bday!!

This was the poem that i wrote for my bro's birthday. And i would also like to dedicate my first blog to him.

When life shined into me,

He ran across to join me.

There on, together we walked

Walked through the journey called life.

As a kid he became my obsession

Some called out for mother

And some for father

But for me it was always MY BROTHER.

As years passed,

I played what he played

Ate what he ate

Rather did whatever he did.

Growing up like buddies

We did everything barring studies.

But today with our goals set high,

Life has become like an empty sky.

The fun of yesterday however

Would remain forever.

In my heart as memories

Of the time we were together.

And And And .....

Wherever u stray

And happens what may

I would never forget to say

Wish you a happy returns of the day.

Aj