Stronger

I know you are disappointed,
You won't admit but you are hurt,
you were and will always be good,
No child's play, all that effort

The hard work doesn't matter,
Life seems to be unfair,
There is no gratification.
Unlikely that anyone will care.

Just draw the good from it,
leave the ugly alone.
The hard work means experience,
Rest all is only bygone

Take what you need to take,
the motive was to learn.
don't let anything change it,
'cos experince is what you earn.

A day will come in life,
when things are all set right.
Darkness will simmer to nothingness,
giving way to a new light.

When that stage is reached,
You will laugh at all this.
you will remember these days
and it will be sans any malice

Time gone by is always good,
not something to resent.
The mistakes made back then,
Help form the present.

So when bad comes knocking by, streaming in,
Focus hard, don't let your mind wander.
'Cos what doesn't kill you,
only makes you stronger.

Shallow words

Why do you always dig deeper,
when there's nothing to find.
Stop reading between the lines,
there ain't deeper meanings behind.

Please don't stress yourself,
Spare your pretty brain the grind.
My words mean nothing at all,
they're there because they rhymed.

I do poke people with words,
as if it were a sword I wield.
But I don't hide behind them,
never use them like a shield.

It is fine if you do not understand,
let slip a pun that was intended.
But you make me wince in pain,
when you accept what wasn't presented.

If you expect mountains of ideas,
you should go look else somewhere.
Even this rhyme ain't no deep ocean,
I wrote it because I had time to spare.

It is amusing to think though,
when you find layers that don't exist.
What if I wrote my heart out?
Will you ever comprehend the gist?

Learning Communication

Dear Pain in the Rear,
Our association so far has been fruitful but I'm afraid that we both need to make some extra effort to realize its optimum potential. Fr that reason, please find attached a 2 ft, oak wood stick, designed specially to relieve you of your itch in the rear by simply inserting it through the said part. I'm sure u will find much comfort in doing so. And the knowledge of you having followed my advice will give me immense pleasure. Hence, in our mutual interest I sincerely request u to try it once. Looking forward to your response
Yours truly
,!,,

Cute Rhyme

A 3rd Std. kid wrote this:

White colour ki dress pehenke hum lagte kitne achhe,
School lagta hai poultry farm aur hum lagte murgi ke bacche!!!

Fawesome...

I AM

I am a still, serene lake,

I am the raging ocean.

I am the black sheep,

I am the favorite son.

I am the decaying old tree.

I am the first leaves of spring.

I am a timid rabbit,

I am the jungle king.

I am the gloomy, grey sky.

I am the morning sunshine.

I am the fear of death,

I am life pristine.

I am the stench of rotting remains,

I am the first raindrops on sand

I am the burden of past behind,

I am the hope of future ahead.

I am the horror of rape,

I am the joy of a newborn.

I am the shackles of slavery,

I am the flight of freedom.

I am the definition of mediocrity.

I am the epitome of excellence.

I am not what you see,

I am what I want to be.

A cute li'l devil

Hi. I am Aifarya , his youngest cousin. Ashu bhaiyya claims that I am the cutest kid he knows and keeps only my pics as his phone wallpaper but he is wrong. I AM THE CUTEST KID EVER. But lately, he has been alleging that I am not that cute anymore and have become annoying. Fat chance. I am still as cute and will remain so throughout my life. Don't believe me? Just look at the pics.

Back to present. Bhaiyya is a little cold, dozing off in the AC and orders me to get him a sheet which I obediently do. Now he is sleeping so peacefully and I am bored. He should be entertaining me, right? After all, I got him the sheet and I am so cute.

So I pull off the sheet and make him an offer. Either pay me 20 bucks or get his own sheet. Being the stingy and lazy marwadi that he is, he refuses to do either and fights with me over the sheet. :(
I am only a 7 years old kid. What am i supposed to do? So I relent, give him the sheet and go sobbing to grandpa. That should teach him a lesson. But grandpa laughs it off. Hello... Why aren't people listening to me despite the cuteness and being the youngest of my generation?

Later in the day, I sell him Adi bhai's CDs (worth Rs. 100)for Rs. 20. Now Adi is furious at me and Ashu bhai wants Rs. 50 for the CDs. How am I supposed to get the money? So I again try my Modus Operandi and go sobbing to grandpa asking him to pay Ashu bhaiyya and get the CDs back. Grandpa again laughs it off. What happened to the cuteness quotient?

I had to flick the CDs subsequently. That jerk of a bro.

I wrote this just to let you know that he is as big a sadist inside as he is on the outside.
Beware!!! And don't go prodding him, trying to find a heart.

My Personal Hippies

I was on the road, lonely and alone
Pitiful were my days, my evenings forlorn.
A barren road lay stretched behind and ahead,
I wouldn’t even know the direction, but for my footprints on the sand.

The sun shone bright, always at high noon,
Never saw any clouds, or the stars and the moon.
I was destined to trudge the infinite path,
Was not to halt, rest or even catch my breath.

One morning, with the sun still at mid-day,
I said to myself, “I’d do something better, if I may”
I repeated the same at noon and then in the evening,
But nothing changed and my hopes were diminishing.

As darkness approached and I prepared to stop,
A shrill scream from the right gave me a jolt.
Turning in the direction of the sound,
I spotted a bunch of hippies with joy unbound.

They were eagerly calling to me by my name,
As if I were an artist courting popularity and fame.
Their excitement grew watching me approach,
The screams too went up a few notch.

They warmly welcomed me to the group,
Treating me to delectable food.
Despite the curiosity, the music all around helped me cheer,
And later in the night, they told me who they were.

This was my personal group of hippies I was told,
People who I had met on the path, in days of old.
As I got to know more and more,
I realized all this had happened before.

Whenever I was dejected and ready to quit,
They would pick me up and put me back on my feet.
There was more to it, this being only part of the rhyme,
I too was their hippy as they were mine.

I too sing for them and dance to tunes,
When they are stuck in their sand dunes.
When day breaks, the celebrations end and we move on,
And you find yourself on the road again, walking alone.

This morn too, the road remained the same and so did the sun,
But I was a different man after the night of frolic and fun.
Brisk was my walk and my stride long,
Joy in my heart and on my lips was my ‘Personal Hippy Song’.

- To Sajal and Satyan, on their Birthday