I will run away...

I am ready to run away
will move to rishikesh or haridwar
and become a nun or a saint
this family life is not for me
neither is this world and its tribes
can't suicide no coward am I
so the only option is to run away
Great people have left their homes
in search of enlightenment and have succeeded
why can't I, they too were no super humans
Daily have I to face the same censure
for something I did ages ago
but why tell me now again and again
if I didn't falter as a child
I would have done it now
how is a child suppose to learn
if he never commits a mistake?
then doesn't it become an irony-
the fact that a child can never walk,
if he doesn't fall
Why are we taught something
then made to act against it?
Why why why?
I still haven't got my answer
and I suppose never will.
Because one day I too will be a parent
and then I too will behave this way

The cobbler

I walked down the road
to get my thongs fixed
came across the cobbler
who had a shanty tent
with room for one and apparatus tons
skinny he was and white hair he donned
he had his hand on his head
contemplating his fat it seemed
very poor he is I thought
I want you to repair this
I said pointing out towards my thongs
He didn't look up at my face
and held out his palm in distress
I removed my chappals with immediate effect
and he started his work without delay
Who's done this? It hasn't been done right
there is no glue and only a few nails-he claimed
I knew he charged a minor amount
the last time I saw him he had repaired
a sandal for which he charged five
instead of a normal ten
If he charges so less
it is but obvious that he will regret
how can he make a living
with such a meager amount
while he was gave his final touch
I asked him to nail another part
I saw it coming out
How much do I pay you bhaiya
fifteen he said still not looking up
still in misery, and discontent
I gave him twenty
and he looked around for sochange
I said please uncle keep the change
He suddenly looked up and gave me a smile
His face lit up and appeared a different man
Thankyou so much, the one who did this before
didn't do it well, he maintained again
I've nailed and glued it right
your sandals will now be absolutely fine

It's weird

It's weird how I really have nothing to write
The slate which was scribbled now remains white
I have nothing to say nothing to advise
Doctors say I am confused but still very wise
I can make it on my own
I will get a million chances, no need to groan

I have traveled far and come a far way
I am not interested anymore and want to be washed away
Will the sea take my bitterness
and god bless me with sweetness
I am very tired of this life long journey
I am ready to retire and lie down in glory

I can hear the praises no more
the appreciation the love no more
the ones who loved me deserted me
the ones who were friends I can't see
the crying the daydreaming leaves me no more
the lady, the poet, the writer who created furor

all I have is a sad journey I have to complete
the life lines on my palms I have to compete
the fond memories of my youth is all I can cherish
the love the passion in my eyes will never perish
the sun rises in the east and falls back in the west
my life rose years ago and is falling at its best

Tramps

I boarded an autoricksha to run off to work
was getting late; didn't want my lobby managers to smirk
drive as fast as you can bhai
I'm left with so little time; I lie
he drove as fast as he could
in peace i sat still as a wood
we crossed all roads and street
finally reached the under flyover where four roads meet
we waited till the robot goes green
I relaxed a little and tried not to be seen
as lady tramps marched nearer
I kept bending backwards -in arrear
One of them was pregnant it seemed
a large stomach protruding indeed
They cried they need money and wanted my favour
this women needs hospitalization she is in labour
I looked at the woman my heart sank
I took out my purse and emptied my money bank
Gave 300 out of 400, needed one note for the driver
they thanked me and we were out of the picture
the driver said i was cheated and had made a miscalculation
I said you don't know nothing you are not a woman
I was content with the decision I made
not a slight feeling of regret I have I said
Narrated the story to my freinds and clients
they all claimed I had a heart of saints
A week later I waited at the same signal
I was bored and looked out in dismal
A lady approached me with a protruded tummy
She bore a familiar face and claimed she was waiting to be mummy

My head!

I just lost my head!
didn't know Ted-
my doctor would kill me
be worse than my enemy
that jerk injected me with venom
had been hiding from me that serum
days I had asked what it was
he would reply a medicine to expand my mass
but last night he did his deed
beheaded me like separating fruit and seed
blood spat on the door
and down to my beautiful marble floor
he had been eying my estate
thought I'd never sign it in any state
but he lured me into danger
and I wasn't even given a chance to express my anger
dead I am, my head no more
the remaining body oh so sore
the devil packed me tight
an dumped me far out of sight
he sat on my wealth for years to come
and one day fell out of income
as though he got access to my estate
he never found out the secret gate
the path that led to a bigger treasure
and one that would give him bigger pleasure
he kept brooding for the secret
and met an ugly death you bet
he fell down naked in his shower
banged his head and slugged without much power
fell down the stairs and hit his head
wanted to stand up but fell down instead
straight he fell into the piranha tank
in seconds his head disappeared and his body sank!

What I am...

This state of mind;
I can't explain,
as confusion and chaos surround me,
I struggle to keep my sanity.
What stops me from being what I am
I don't know
I have for long been a victim...
a victim of fear and mistrust.
as I battle to move ahead
I can hardly see anything
the wind is delaying me
the rain is blinding me
I then stop and ponder-
when will I reach my station
I don't know