Gift of Freedom...

Give freedom its worth
It’s the only thing you possess from birth.
Just because it’s the cage you can’t see
It doesn’t mean you are free
Don’t make yourself a matter of mirth
.
Of courage there is no dearth
Just a spark is required, kindled from the flaming hearth.
Show the people on the earth
When there is a clear sky
You have got what it takes to fly high

Friends its time now, awake
Just for your own sake.
Life is the chance for you to take.
Without freedom your living is fake.

It’s the gift of freedom, priceless of all
Give it to yourself and stand tall
Its an achievement, this freedom,
That is achieved only by some.
But they are the happiest lot
They want no more after what they have got.

Its already late, don’t waste any more time
Not listening to your soul is the greatest crime
Hurry, break the wall
Break your own fall
Break the shackles put on you
They were put on before you even knew.

Make a choice, let it prevail
Do you want to live in the jail?
Or do you want to do want to do what you desire?
Then open your eyes and see the fire
Set it upon your gaol and people would admire.

Wear the freedom’s attire, with pride,
Believe me, happiness will be on your side
The choice is yours, and the pleasure is mine
The gift of freedom is exquisitely fine.

why am i here...?

I had a dream once
But fate didn’t give me a chance
To realize them
Harsh realities blurred my aim
And I reduced to nothing but shame
There is a question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?

Now I look at the looming darkness and stare
Asking a question that’s fair
What in life have I found?
“Nothing” the answer echoes all around.
Is this the question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?

I search for happiness and hope
My soul wants to embrace freedom and elope
I want to sleep in the cradle of nature
Even She doesn’t pay heed to the need of my stature.
That is the question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?

I feel I am tired of this world
I don’t have the courage to be bold
I am aware of my eminent doom
I think it will be over for me soon.
My soul is knocking on Heavens door
I love that song and want to listen more.

Then a lonely stranger comes out of a blind alley
I step aside from my confused road and realize my folly
Happiness is not what something you pursue
You make people happy and it comes to you.
I have my answers to the question I cried
I believe my known stranger and stand beside.

Demand of D-Day...

I can make you laugh, I can make you cry
Don’t give up upon me, its worth a try,
Because that is all you do in the only one life
Gimme a chance, its too short for any strife.

Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.

A little bit of happiness, the rest is sorrow
Life is today, there is no tomorrow.
You can only make people happy, and see it in their eyes
Feel it yourself, only evil denies.

Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.

You are a part of my fantasies,
I could make it in yours with ease
We can make it,
we don’t have to fake it.

Can’t you see I am hopeless, I crave for some care
I have a reason to beg, some warmth from the fire
I want a place in your story, your only one
I will fill it with colors, second to none.

Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.

One more...

Be silent, if you are attending this class
Well if you are not then save your neighbor’s ass.
I’ll kill you he will bark, his voice modulation stark
His words though will fail to make a mark.
Get out of my class to someone he’ll say
The other guy was talking so he will have a look of dismay.
Catching the wrong guy every time is his ability
That’s makes us question his mental stability.
Oh his voice monotonous and dry
Can make any subject uninteresting if he’ll just try.
You’ll check your watch again and again
You’ll end his class almost an insane.
He appears to be a gentleman the way he speaks
You are mistaken, as his word consequently leaks.
You can barely hear him, you can figure out the word right
As he speaks with his lips pressed tight.
I find this fellow too much proud
I would have been happier if he was more loud.
You can make the class interesting, if you give yourself a task to complete…
Count the number of Rights per hour., I am sure there’s no one even to compete
His lectures and advices will give you headache
Genuineness of creativity needed for success’ sake.
I don’t know if he knows its meaning
His English is not that reassuring.
His name is .......(withheld)
While giving grades he is not a Santa.
A good point to end this note
His drawings are neat and great, upon which I dote.

Sorry Sir...

Some classes are interesting even before we enter them
My oh my! I am facing such classes this sem
He makes you “out”standing if u are late
Holding your ears for 120 seconds u laugh at your own fate
Its our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him, the poor old boy.

He is a crack we have decided unanimously
He talks to himself that he does generally
No one understands what he says, I don’t even try.
When he asks questions, I pretend to be shy
It’s our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him the poor old boy

The only thing I do is to see through the hour
Theory of structures is not my bread, the grapes are sour
What he explains is utter nonsense
When I say that it’s just an understatement
It’s our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him the poor old boy

He tries to make us laugh, successful in every single attempt
That’s because we hold his sense of humor in contempt
He is passionate about assignments god knows why
The abominal guy likes us to cry
It’s our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him the poor old boy.

I am racking my brains how to manage a B
My only concern is not to slide upon a P
I am coaxing my dad why he got me in here
It’s tough to bear without shedding a tear
I wish the time could fly
I can’t wait to say the man goodbye
It’s our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him
He likes to destroy.

Advice....probably to myself

At some time in our lives we do find ourselves in some sort of a hole,. We ask ourselves why? We ponder that everything was right a moment ago, we did our ‘jobs’ perfectly…so what happened suddenly? Now I ask you what your job was..?? Did you do what you liked the most. or what you wanted to do all the time..what your heart’s wish was..??
Or did you simply do what someone had told you when you were vulnerable, what society required of you..? or what you required of society to earn money so that you have money to bear yourself. Some imposed careers. Just be frank and clear to yourself …what got you to do what you were doing. Was it you or your fears? You chose a path simply because it was the predictable one. You ignored what was inside you , what you could automatically do because you were not certain that it could support you..or you were wary that it would require more struggle. In order to have an easy life you gave up a more worthy option, a happy life. You will realize all this sooner or later when you get yourself in that hole. When you understand the road you took was not for you it will be too late. why are you afraid to listen to your heart.? What bothers you the most.? The fear of unknown …..
Well being brave is not about not fearing at all, its about remembering about more important things than fear, its about facing the fear for your own sake. We have been given only one chance called life we got to enjoy it. We enjoy it by doing what automatically comes to us, the things most natural to us, what our mind is most relaxed and comfortable in doing. We take the path that we like, not bothering about consequences beforehand but facing them as they come. Believe that if you are true to yourself ,the problems will take care of themselves. Even if you have to struggle, let it be fun. Don’t ever do anything that you are not satisfied with, its not your job. Listen to your own voice, give yourself a chance, the end does not matter, the road itself is the life. Just see you don’t regret at any point, take care you don’t have to cry over spilt milk. Believe in yourself and not in the damn rules of society. I don’t know if I made myself clear, but try to be genuine and true in whatever you do. Just feel right , feel good , feel yourself. Help yourself. Best of luck..!1

Recapitulations..(a little more for those who already know)

Life has been short, it has been
To be precise its nineteen.
I am not yet done and free
But I want to turn back and see
Faded pictures from memory
Some recapitulations of my history.

I was bestowed with a father and mother
They loved me and one another
I had no matters to bother
People complimented me honestly I gather.

It did not last long
I had to grow up ,I had to be strong
But an unwanted accident impaired my dreams
Did not realize then but now it seems.

Life has been short, it has been
To be precise its nineteen.
I am not yet done and free
But I want to turn back and see
Faded pictures from memory
Some recapitulations of my history.


I started schooling, entered a new world
I was ugly and silly, I was often told.
After some years felt humiliated
Gathered my courage, decided and retaliated.
Academics was my strength, ranked something in class
Cricket was my passion, I bowled pretty fast.
I had achievements to my name
From here though they all appear void and same
I made some friends, or so they were supposed to be
Behind my back they did not accepted my success in glee.
I became ambitious, less and less humble
At an important juncture I took a tumble.

Life has been short, it has been
To be precise its nineteen.
I am not yet done and free
But I want to turn back and see
Faded pictures from memory
Some recapitulations of my history.


I fell in love, or so it seemed
For those moments with happiness my eyes gleamed.
I forgot the upcoming night in the shining day
I was hurt, she wasn’t there to stay.

Since then failures overflowed my door
I began to crumble, I could not take anymore.
Companions evaporated as if they were never there
I stood alone, faced the darkness to stare.

I fell ill often, reasons no one knew
I didn’t want to live anymore, took a step
My surviving chances were few.
Well I survived, learnt about a fact
I was sort of a mental handicap.
The doctors told me I was a kook
I hated the way they said I hated their look
I was disgusted, worn out and tired
There wasn’t anything in the world I admired.
I entered the college or a ghost of me
I didn’t know him, who was he?

Life has been short, it has been
To be precise its nineteen.
I am not yet done and free
But I want to turn back and see
Faded pictures from memory
Some recapitulations of my history.


Then came today after nineteen years of living
I was buried in my gloom, when I saw something
An apparition similar to me
But there was a fire in it, which I could see.
I realized every cloud has a silver lining
I stood up and ran towards the light shining.



Life is all about moments I remember none
Nineteen years have gone, there’s nothing to be done.
Life is all about relations, I recapitulate none
That I have not enjoyed any, is not fun.
But I learnt a lesson
Life has not ended for me and there’s no need to hasten
I have got nothing so I have nothing to lose
I have plenty in front of me from which to choose.

It’s the riddle of life, you have to solve it on your own
You reap what you’ve sown
I messed it up once, don’t know who to blame
What disappointed me to shame.
Well I think I was alone
Sometimes you can’t make it on your own.
Its different now, a flame is burning.
I am attracted to it, I can see the road turning.