To Discover or To Adapt – Change !

It all starts with the day we open our eyes,
We see people are already smarter & wise;
The day we take our very first step,
The marble awaits us neat & hep…

The day we utter our very first word,
We see people already understand our absurd;
The day we put up a cute very smile,
The smartphones seem to be clicking from quite a while…

The day we meet some peers around,
We realize they have learnt the same action & sound;
The day we find a companion very cutie,
Very soon we are told about something as Gender & Beauty…

As we grow and are ready to be learning more,
We realize there’s something as a School - already awaiting outdoor;
As we get admitted to the School outdoor,
Teachers await us to assess & score…

As we sit on a bench & wait,
We learn the story of Time & Date;
As we learn to listen & speak,
We learn the concept of Strong & Weak…

For all this while,
We cry & we smile;
We Follow We Adapt to,
The Change given to us…

Here comes the much awaited time,
To assess the value of our own wind chime;
Either continue to Follow and Adapt,
Or let’s Discover our own mighty raft…

Either do we become the Change,
Or keep craving - to be adapting to it;
Either do we write our own Rhyme,
Or keep humming the tunes we heard & sit…

There are roads laid before we wanted to Visit,
There are flights before we ever wanted to Fly;
There are equipment before we ever dreamt of Diving,
Is the Change being discovered or is everyone just striving…

Are we ready to Discover our own Might ?
Let’s better be Early – before dims the Sunlight…

Let’s Be Positive !

Being Positive – Is a dream for Many,
Quite more than a Penny;
Can never be attained by – drowning in a glass of Feni,
Neither can be borrowed from a close friend Any…

It is a Way of Life,
With or without having a Gf or Wife;
Which makes us see through the glasses Tainted,
Enables us to see even a cracked wall – as delicately Painted…

It is like an elevated Line of Metro,
Railing above the traffic & gazing Retro;
Untouched by the rushing – hawking Street,
Making you reach on time – for that very special Treat…

It is like a glimpse of Light,
When nothing is seen On-site;
Which makes you avoid the wrong from Right,
Which brushes off the dark – smudging each patch as White…

It is like that grain of Wheat,
Which you crush & Beat;
After it reaches you surviving the scorching Heat,
Still nourishes you within each bite you Eat…

Let’s recognize the value of thoughts so Wise,
Let’s refine it off the scatter & Flies;
Let’s think about the sun – hiding behind the blanket of Cloud,
Let’s hear our conscience – while we stand among the people so Loud…

The Way we Think,
Determines whether we Float or Sink;
The Way we See,
Determines What will we Be !

We Should !
We Need To !
We Will !
We Want To – Change ! – Let’s Be Positive !

What do we need ?

From the sudden Dawn,
To the delayed Dusk;
From the Queue for spoons,
To the Quick tea dips in rusk…

We feel so anxious to chase a target,
Keep running through to lead the market;
We get soaked into the ocean called volume,
By EOD get banished almost like a smoked fume…

Given a chance to pursue your heart,
Leaving the strained routines apart;
Gifted an Extra Leave or two,
Let’s think what New would we do…

Apart from gazing at the TV within four walls,
Apart from keeping busy updating posts – attending calls;
Apart from lazing on the beloved bed,
Or visiting our HomeTown instead…

Is there something which we love to do,
Some hobby undiscovered – Some interest which we never knew;
Is there something more loved than Sleep,
Shall we dig into ourselves down deep…

Let’s pursue what we Never paid a heed to know,
Let’s get a Direction – instead of just being a part of the gushing flow;
Let’s discover Ourselves before it gets too late to know,
Let’s Cultivate our minds before it starts to snow…

Repair the Trend...

The trends that we wear,

The friends that we care;

The things very rare,

We think before we tear...

All the money that we own,

Each of our muscle & our bone;

The blood within that flows,

The fact that each of us knows;

Is here not to stay,

Will soon vanish in some way;

Few may sustain a bit longer,

The ones a bit stronger...

So eager are we to dream of things,

So high up we want to fly without wings;

So soon do we forget what we got,

So early do we think of next what not...

A thing or two we use,

We love them & also abuse;

With us does it run for a while,

Someday it suddenly stops with a smile...

Most often we do think to get the new,

Quite rare do we wish to renew;

Is there anything money can't buy,

We have enough to spend than to wait why...

No we are busy to check our phone,

Having a thousand friends we are still alone;

We have so many to click that like,

No we can’t even run without wearing a nike...

Can we not think before we dispose,

Can we fix it suppose;

Can we not invest sometime to repair,

Like the relationships we fight but still care...

It's time to think before we throw,

Even though we earn riches & we grow;

Can we not step up towards the unknown,

To try & learn things about the worn...

Trust me it would take a day, a week or a month or so,

Will make you learn much beyond what you already know;

Will make you change the way you see things around,

Will teach you the power of attempt you never found...

& then we keep talking about Go Green,

Do we just say or do we actually Mean;

The change needs to come from Within,

No victory without a fight is declared as Win…

Are we Ready to Change the Trend ?

Bleeding Truth

13th March was my birthday,
Had to choose a different way;
Decided to keep all priorities at bay,
& reach uphill Jeevdani Temple before yawns the morning ray…

Jumped off the bed at three,
Leaving alone my lazy routines free;
Let my sleepy eyes step out the door,
Reached the destination sharp at four…

Seeing the huge gates shut,
Was quite astonished but;
Looking at people waiting – sleeping at the door,
Again gazing at the majestic closed door;
Stepped to a man in blue,
Asking if he had any clue;
As to when will the gates unlock?
It was already four O’clock…

“Now” he replied,
My eyes glorified;
The screeching sound of the opening gate,
Ready to climb up ending up the wait…

Stepping up my foot ahead,
Not alone was I, sought of a group I led;
Dogs barking with joy,
Started playing without a toy…

Carrying a pumping heart,
Holding myself from falling apart;
Reaching up the divine,
Waiting at the shrine;
Wrapping up the curtain,
Relieving the uncertain;
Goddess Jeevdani lends us a sight,
Before flows down the gushing sunlight…

Instruments started to play,
As if the clouds were to dance;
Chants around the world,
Dipped in honey was every stance…

Praising loud the almighty,
A group of boys dragged along a goat;
Deafening cheer surrounded the hall room,
A sight difficult for me to note…

They came tearing away the crowd through,
Were given a passage even though the audience grew;
Masked murderers they seemed to be,
Greetings & Respect they got was surprising to see…

The goat with the group went to take blessings ahead,
My eyes were expecting a stain splash off bleeding red;
But the sight was not sought at the very site,
When I asked about it to a man in white;
The sacrifice was to be made down the hill,
Blank was I to hear it and stood still…

Are we so not a Man,
To believe in what we Can;
By killing others to Gain,
Being untouched by the Pain…

It’s time we Realize,
To learn to Sacrifice;
Not someone else’s blood will colour our Life,
We need to put ourselves under the so called “Knife”…

Are we ready to Bleed?

Overtaking Times

Driving on a road infected with traffic,

Travelling within an overcrowded train;

Hanging out of an overloaded bus,

Speeding our bike, ruining a pedestrian’s cloth with a spit of drain…

Cutting through our co-drivers lane,

Overstepping our co-passenger for a windowpane;

Getting into the crowd with push & pain,

Screaming, abusing and behaving insane…

0 –100(kmph) within a split second,

Riding through the lanes with a skew;

Broad, narrow, with slopes or bend,

Piercing out our vehicle through trucks extra-large two…

Are we doing this to buy some time,

Are we doing this to get into the light lime;

Are we doing this to impress a girl sitting behind,

Are we doing this to kill a pedestrian who’s kind…

What do we gain, what do we skip,

What do we kill, what do we rip;

What do we do when we cross a road,

What do we do to the drivers, killing people without a sword…

By doing the above, the ten minutes we save,

We reach early to office or back home being so rave;

At office we while away the same time for a cup of tea,

At home we start cribbing over the traffic, as if reaching home was an emergency…

One fine day, I took a pledge, not to exceed 40(kmph),

I reached office @ 10(am) back home at 7.40(pm);

The very same day I rode simple & straight,

Surprisingly reached 15 minutes earlier, instead of my myth that I would get late…

Request you all for an Early Start,

Than to rip off our own or someone’s Family Apart…

Preserving a Life is costlier than - losing a Penny being Late;

From sending someone to the Graveyard,

It’s cheaper to spend a minute of Wait…

Mind It ... !

Diamonds lying in your pocket,
Property filed in your docket;
Now you may see thieves all around,
Oh ! You might even feel afraid, within this huge walled compound...

The one who steals,
Sees cops everywhere;
The one who is guilty,
Gets conscious of every stare...

The modern royal prince,
Sees a slave in each man;
The one being a pauper says,
There's nothing what he can...

A student questions the world across,
A teacher teaches each one;
A wealthy becomes so averse to loss,
A struggler loses out all the fun...

An employee rated high,
Feels on top of the seventh sky;
An employee rated low,
Loses all his cheerful glow...

A human in pain,
Feels there's nothing left to gain;
A human with a smile,
Feels awaited all the while...

A suffering with a man,
Holds him back from what he can;
A medal around his neck,
Makes him cheer so loud on the deck...

We fear what we see as tough,
We jump into the shallow seen pool;
We fear the path which seems to be rough,
We jump off a high wall, just to bunk our school...

We fear the dark forest within a dense night,
We enjoy the same in Sun;
The leopards & the tigers are the same both time,
Think ! It might prove to be quite some fun...

Let's now question what we learn:

We think - What we see ?
OR We see - What we think ?

Not every Freedom owns a Flag

Freedom is what we celebrate,
Freedom is what we crave;
Freedom is much thought about,
Freedom is my question very naïve…

Free were the rivers caught by us in a dam,
Free were the forests & parrots so green;
Free were our expressions captured in a cam,
Free were our feet devoid of a cover rexine…

Free were the beggars who shared & ate,
Free were the docks before constructing a gate;
Free were the pigeons without a building around,
Free were the trees without a cemented compound…

Free were the city labour working on a field,
Free were the crops grown today only for yield;
Free were the hills before being cut for a road,
Free were the destination driven vehicles & the people onboard…

Free were the winds dancing before, now sliced by a blade of windmill,
Free were the rays of dawn before, reaching the sunrise point uphill;
Free were the droplets of unpolluted rain,
Free were the stones imprisoned to run the train…

We did this all for our own gain…

We are free & are equipped with an army on borders,
We have the court & a pen to pass all orders;
We have the Freedom to command & change,
We have the right to snatch “few things” in exchange ??

A Miss. ..

Miss the time to be shared,

Miss the family to be cared;

Miss the confession to be made,
Miss the foundation to be laid...

Miss the campaign I never led,

Miss the words I never said;

Miss the needy I never fed,

Miss the mistakes instead... 

Miss the moment together,
Miss the mist & the weather;
Miss the bird with the feather,
Miss the Internet to tether...

Miss the team to belong,
Miss the friend who was along;
Miss the group one small,
Miss the eyes which said it all...

Miss the gushing river,

Miss the breezy shiver;

Miss the so dry rain,

Miss the heat & pain...

Miss the toys to play,
Miss the kulfi in a pot of clay;

Miss the bench-mate who copied,
Miss the roommate who stole;
Miss the life I didn't live,
Miss the story & my role...

Do we need a second life to recollect this ?
Or can we grab this 'was' from the present 'is' ?

The Unknown Turn

Turning our heads to English,
Pushing the rest to plead;
Chats, Blogs, Mails so many,
Non-English is just a broken bead...

A parent feels proud of her baby greeting Hello,
A villager feels proud of his son addressing Dad;
A boy feels proud to answer a firangi fellow,
A girl feels asking "wassup" is a fad...

The text books & the apps,
The T-shirts & the caps;
The places & the maps,
Every corner perhaps...

We see, we show, we honor, we bow,
We speak, we feel, it's on the menu - every other meal;
We raise the bar & leave others low,
We hear, we deal, we approve, we kneel...

There's too much without English,
Left by us to die;
We are Quite Modern Now,
To forget the few who cry...

Please help it survive the last sigh.....please !