Within me

Trapped within me is Me


Someone I really long again to be.



All the dreams and ambitions

All seem to have been lost within me.

But I still yearn to be, what I thought I could be.



I wish I could break free.

But the barriers built by me are too many.

I have half – heartedly tried to be Me

But all efforts have been in futility.



My heart longs to be Me.

If only someone told how to be.

Work-a-holic

From what i have so far seen
I wonder how will I ever succeed
Hardwork is not my cup of tea
and All I yearn is to sleep

One week into it, and even coffee is no longer sweet
and tea seems to have no effect on me
How do I then sit up straight and not sleep
I see no way out of this parody

To add to all this, is the one sitting next to me
we seem to be pole opposites you see.
Always busy doing something, she is
And seeing her work, so makes me wanna sleep.
Oh. the Work-a-holic in me.

Lost

It kills not to call.

What am I to do to forestall.

I do this, I do that.

And yet the thoughts come back.

And then again I have to fight,

To start again with doing this or that.

Oh boy how sad,

The day just simply goes by.

Even when I sleep, I can’t relax.

I wonder how long this time will last.

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This female so sweet.

And I know she probably feels.

But it can’t be for real.

I have so much to clear,

And yet I want you to be dear.

Wish I could tell her how I feel.

I wish this female was not for real.

Ruchika

It may be her story.
But it’s not only her fight.
For no household can deny the existence of a mother, daughter or wife.

It was 19 years ago that he committed the crime.
And if not sent to the gallows,
Would encourage others to fallow line.

How then with so many Rathore’s on the loose,
Could anybody be in peace.
When almost every day their loved ones have to walk on the streets.

If we take it to be our duty to protect those dearest to our eyes.
We must necessarily unite and fight for their right to life.
For if this phenomena goes unchecked,
It will put in peril those dearest to our eyes.

picto-real

It’s funny that I am 23,
And being single is not my cup of tea.
But as fate would have it,
I am yet to meet that special being.

People say that I only speak.
Without putting up an act I shall never meet.
But then that’s me.
That’s how I have always been.

For I don’t want to deceive.
Because if I do what use would the relationship be.
She would never really know ME.
Or know how I feel.

I therefore refuse to kneel.
Will be patient to keep it real.
Hope the day is near.

why so indifferent ???

With power comes responsibility, but what happens when there is a failure to realize who the power really rest’s in. This thought came to the forefront when I was going through various news channels on the 26/11/09, that’s one year after the terror strikes the rocked Mumbai.
There was considerable debate on how inappropriate the behaviour of some members of parliament was. Initially I joined the chorus, but then a question came to my mind. Who put these people there? Was I/we in any manner responsible? Did I do any research on the candidates who fought from my constituency or was I content after seeing which party they belonged to before I voted for them. Did I give a patient hearing to people serious about change who came knocking on my doors with manifestos? True giving time to hear everyone out takes a lot of asking, but then since we have the power to choose, we also have the responsibility to look after our own interests. Don’t we?
Second thing which made the realization more apparent was that after sometime of watching the news I realized that the focus was on the The Taj and The Oberio, and the C.S.T had been pushed to a corner. Now the news anchor may have reason to visit these places on a regular basis, but i don’t think the common man does. This I think was not in good taste, and if unintentional someone ought to be thinking more. But what is my reaction to this. I continue to watch the news, so as to ensure that anybody keeping a tab on the MRT’s does not have reason to believe that they ought not to have treated the matter in such a lop sided manner. If only I was not so indifferent.