Father

He is the sun in the family
In whoose absence calm moon
Is forced to guide childrens
Of the family alone.

He is the reflection of society
And becomes rude and tough at times
And so child feels tenderness and shelter
From the lovable mother more.

He is the financer of the family.
Who says money is nothing
 I was forced to receive money
From relatives  and nearby
When I lost my father before
I was nine, even though
I did not like the burden
Of obligation  for someone.

Jobless Jones

Do you know Jones?
May be you have seen him in many
In thirty still he remain jobless
But his skill increased day by day
But it was scattered for he knew not
For what he was efficient
In his life he came across
Many small truths as he pass through his failure
When he was not sure to go abroad
He found abroad offers many
And just cursed him for not accepting offers
But when he  was prepared
Nobody asked him nor proposed job offer
He saw pretty girls in his youthful time
But as he was not sure about his job
He never proposed any
Some considered him proud some shy
But he knew what was the reason
For he was busy in  thinking to make money
In all interviews he failed for he was sincere
In his opinion but they found it as lack of confidence
If by chance he got selected job offered only a little salary
He had read many great men's life, in his prime
But all found no help when he was struggling
Some said  go to hospital you find unlucky guys
Who have lost one eye,hand or foot
In their twenty or thirties and so happy for what you have
But Jones thought what about guys who sit in rolling chairs
In company with computer and get cheques at start of month
Who live in world with joy and pride.
He was demanded to work at  home or for near ones
Which he didn't like to do on his own
So whatever he did he did not find happiness
In himself and he found his life moving slowly
He was called introvert but he was forced
To be at home for he was jobless.
A time will come Jones ever reminded himself
To treat in same way as others treated him
He knew now many small lessons through his experience
That what matters most in life his money
For he like the add something he had heard
 "Money is nothing,but make sure
You have enough bank balance".
Then from experience he learnt many
If you have a dream, have an aim
Try and achieve it than sharing others
About your dreams before.
Your decision good or bad
You are the only one who can be happy
Or have to suffer for your decision.
If you had suffered a lot for your failure
Be happy for in your success you don't share
Any others for the reason of your success.
We are always ready to read the life of great men
But what maters most is what you have learnt
Through your experience while struggling.

Unpredictable

How many days have passed
Just gazing at you,your moves and gesture
Your joy and sorrow reflected in me
As I watched you restlessly.
On roadside,in busy streets
I watched you among crowds
But now was it a mere waste
I do think when we were made fools

How many quarrels where heard
Just in name of you,for who will win.
But it was all silly stuff I think
When we know the real game
Have been played behind the field.
The game is unpredictable but
Now we know sometimes
The game is predicted before hours
Even when the game is unpredictable
For the spectators .
The game has lost its charm and its time
To better play in ground with friends
For fun keeping our innocence live
Than to just watch and waste our time.

Voice for helpless

She saw the world through her eyes
But she saw what her parents showed
For her foot was not enough for run or crawl
It was just months that she opened her eyes.

Her soft tender hands hold her mother's hands
Who had kept her safe for nine months
Who ever she can trust more than her mother
But years after, when her life changed all in a sudden.

He is respected who wait in corridor or at the gates
When she writes her exam to brighten her future.
But how brutal is he who waits at the corridor
When  she is given to rape by someone
For just few bags of money.

In just ten or more years imprisonment can his crime
Be forgotten shouldn't he be punished more.
Is that for he cared her so long
How pity is to have father like him.

Shouldn't he punished more who can't hear
His daughter's cry.  What should I call him
Who has lost all his senses.
It highlights only one incident of many.

Grand fathers are those who tell their grandchildren
Stories which lead them to do good in life.
But some of their acts sometimes even medias
Can't describe, the culture has lost.

Fathers,grandfathers ,young men all seem
To have been listed in such acts
Which through medias we have known
In recent months more than any .

Rape,murders are increasing day by day
Culture is doming day by day
When the world is trying to advance.
Why man is losing its gentleness?
Why they fail to see them
As sisters, mothers or daughters.

Frustration

As Wine seduced lonely heart
She seduced my mind
But is it God's Grace I don't know
For I don't find ample sum of money
To make her trust by being in my life
Nor For Wine even when I am lonely.

Life its moving so slowly
When my desire is to fly high
And conquer Whatever I can.
But I find bounded in time
To move so slowly that
I hate being myself in this way.

I have seen friends who were with me
Reaching great heights, but still I remain
Where I was, years before with them.
Was I weak,was I not smart enough
That today I am weeping alone.

Is that the lord is making me humble
Is that the lord is making me focused
More to my desire I don't know
But it pains more when life is moving slowly

Failure

I believe,
A time will come when I will leave you
But never will I forget you,
For you have been my shadow so long
Whenever I was in race.

You have wept me, but have made me think
To know more and more to be brave
For when he is beside you ,you find nobody
As a good companion for long time.

I have cried from within
For my aim was to fly
But again and again
I was bound to be in my den.

In the lonely hours you taught
How painful it is to have you
Even in brim of success
No one will ever know how
Much pain you offered in long run.

But still those who have not experienced you
Will never know how sweat is success.

Silence

Can silence vanish anger from mind
It  sleeps in mind but will rise at a time
Then can silence be a mark of peace
It is just the suppressed mind where
It is not free from hatred or jealous.

Silence, it helps the fool at times
When he is ignorant about some
But  if the wise will be silent
What if he has a cup of knowledge.

Silence has named some matured
It has named some to be coward
Some silent guys were called fools
And so its better to rock than be silencer.

Can silence heal the wound of time
It may lessen others anger for a time
When both are engaged in a fight
But still the wound may not vanish.

Can silently meditating help to lessen
Pressure of mind to day by day.
It may help but still pressure will continue
Till you say goodbye to this world.

Silence it sometimes irritates much
When you are alone and its magnitude
Increases till you find a companion
With whom  you can share your thoughts.

Fear

A silent fear settles my mind
And now I feel all alone
And now I feel why we
Are bound to believe in God
For now I feel all alone.
For my close ones is aging day by day
And I feel insecure inside
Where my wallet still remains empty.
All who are now around
Will find their own way
If something bad happen.

Love

What made my eyes gaze at you
Something new I experienced
When I saw you that day
That made me to think of you
All the day, I remember that day
When I was knowing myself .

What made my thought stuck
Before that day I was living
In carefree without any much thoughts
All in a sudden I lost in thought about you
All harsh words that I heard from others
For different reason just melted away
For my thought was just you dear.

It was my first love and now
After years when I see her
With her hands holded tight
By her cute little babe I don't
Know how to hide tears in my eyes.

Old Age Home

He holded my hands and open the gates
Just as I opened the gates once
When I holded his small hands
And he stepped into world of knowledge.

But then in his eyes I saw tears
And now when he open the gates
Where I see just people of my generation
 I fear to hide my tears from him
Who is eager to leave me alone.

Its better to live with one who have heart
Than to live with those who ignore
And have only hatred in mind.
But still he will never know
Till he will be left here by his son.