Wishing you a Digitally Enabling 2017...

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…

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' ?