HAPPY NEW YEAR

POEM

An eventful year

has bid goodbye

paving the way for

the dawn of another New year.

The eventful year was

like any other New year

and this New year

is no doubt different.

On looking back we are

supposed to recall the

by-gone years

and even a nostalgia

is far far away from us

since each year is like

another year

all eventful

as also fateful years.

Hence,

we do not have anything

to be cheerful and

we need not be prophets

to forecast 

another developments

whether it is good or bad.

Still, we the onlookers

nurse and nurture our dreams

closer to our bosom.

Anyhow for namesake we

await the approach

of heart-warming developments…

SIGNALS

POEM

Held up on the tracks of life

I am waiting for the

red signal turn green

for the train of life

proceeds ahead to reach

my destination in the

peak hours of the morning.

The boss would remind me,

once in a while its okay

but whenever I evolve into a chronic absentee

as punishment I will have to

suffer loss of leave.

The gentleman or for that matter

the gentle lady who is

seated conveniently in the chair

in the air-conditioned cabin

need not find out

the reason for one

to reach the office.

I often wonder

the gentleman or for that

gentle woman doesn’t seems like

experiencing the hazards

of travelling if and when purchasing ticket for the

first class compartment

early in the morning by

catching the train or own car

arrive at the office.

On the whole a

human-being’s

commuting start from

faraway station and often

I have lost counting how

many red and green signals

are to be obeyed for the

train of life to reach

the destination…

THE WELL

POEM

Drawing lessons from

the well of knowledge

I keep on drinking

the elixir of knowledge.

My quest for

drinking knowledge is

incredible and inexplicable.

The depth of the well of

knowledge, is so deep that

I often draw lessons

from the well of knowledge

and more and more lessons

keep the well of knowledge

and information and remain vigilant.

Even under the blazing Sun

which lasts for a long time

the well of knowledge

prevents the drying up

never ever as long as

the world exists. 

MASKS

POEM

With no malice

towards each other

he/she parted ways after spending

as husband and wife for almost ten years

like a river

in the course of time

keeps flowing in two directions.

Though it was a divorce

both he/she

didn’t keep ill-feelings

towards each other.

Neither she nor he

continued to live without

falling into any other love-affairs.

After the divorce

she began to live with her parents

and despite their constant

persuasions she didn’t

want anybody tie a nuptial knot.

She practised

as an IT consultant

in a faraway IT hub in a metro.

On getting fed up with her job

she wanted to join the tinsel world

during her leisure moments

she derived satisfaction

by creating masks

some pretty, some frightening and horrible.

Nobody knew what prompted

her to indulge in

going on with her hobby of making masks

even after she grew up as a young lady….

FALLEN FLOWERS

POEM

When I saw you in the morning

you were happy and pleasant

keeping your head held high

like a man/woman who is elated

excited and fearless.

When I saw you in the noon,

you were bowing down

unable to hold your head high

and was looking sad and painful

which also made me sad and gloomy.

When I opened the gate after my office hours

and on my way home I was certain

that you wouldn’t be

at your place and your petals

already fallen down on the soil under

your pensive mother plant.

Our life too does have a closer

similarity like the fallen flowers….

END OF THE ENDLESS ROAD

Days are running fast

like a horse without 

anyone to rein in aiming

the end of the endless  road.

Whether anyone among us has

accomplished the mission of

surpassing the obstructions 

and obfuscations, we are totally confused.

Nobody, anyone among us

has never ever reached our goal, thus it seems.

Still hoping against hopes

we run fast

and the endless road runs faster and faster

and to accomplish our long-cherished

dream of reaching the

end of the road like

the mountaineers

conquering the summit,

and emerging victorious
is a herculean task
to run along the road faster and faster.

WARM, SERENE AND REFRESHING

Rays of hope are like

the warm rays of the

morning Sun.

While the rays of hope

are warm, serene and refreshing.

With time ticking by rays of Sun get

hotter and hotter

forcing the human-beings

sweat, leaves and flowers of trees

getting faded and plain lands

turn into deserts.

And time continues to keep on ticking

faster and faster

the rays of sun once again

turn warm, serene and refreshing

the flow of warm rays, serene and tranquil.

The only exception being rays of hope

make us continue to

exist as long as we exist on the face of the earth.