An Atheist Meets the GOD

Sleeping sick on my bed

in dreams somebody visited,
like a saint was he wise
with beautiful immortal eyes

questioning about being pure
testing my wit to endure,
his eyes meant deeper sense
uttering all his experience

the one with all the choices
having all the worldly rejoices,
toiling with my selfish will
lingering on my maxim still

voiced me O man of grace
the one who sees this face,
ails are what you wont recall
don't forget this meet at all

eyes opened with marinated talks
was that a dream of sheer mocks,
as an atheist i could stand ground
but was he GOD, is what all around

PPOUW.. !!

They are the ones whom you cant replace

All that because they gave you your face
They loved you through thick and thin
Pursued your ways from deep within

They always brought you your loved dolls
Saw you play them at night falls
They pampered you till your late teens
Until you stopped asking questions

They traced words that halted at your lips
Savoured their raw flavour and flips
They then lecture you on paths of life
With big heavy words of so much rife

They loved more and more since eternity
Countless as always like infinity
They bandaged your scrapped knees
And healed your teen breaks with kiss

They barred you smelling menace
Till you showed some defiance
They hollered to marry you soon
And keep watching the shiny moon

But where to find that GROOM ?

They are called PPOUW..
And I love the attention of these PPOUW
Well meet them they are
PSYCHIC PARENTS OF UNMARRIED WOMEN

Happy Birthday Old Lady

Indeed the time has spurted we start calling her old
she has gone four years past being a senior citizen
this lifetime seems to be a fairy tale of chronicles
from being the land of snake charmers to CEOs

The pillars of success all above strengthened
read that as the sarva shikshaya abhiyan
initiatives paying off but where are the tools
pillars weakening with poverty and infidelity

Troubles as such are in plenty to ply with
Ak 47s all in readiness to breach
the reds are on riots khakis gone nuts
terror blunting all her emotional feelings

yes she is so called the den of conspiracy
the two words of arrant importance
as in my mother tongue durniti au tadanta
corruption and investigation all from her roots

The equation of power unsettled ogling for veto
the curse of being peace loving making her soft
neighbours still eyeing her cosmos fruitfulness
nuclear deal was catching a big fish in a tiny pond

Still everybody looking at her winners the aces
Sachin acheived what nobody ever did
Rahman swayed the world with his jai ho
its time for delhi 2010 to unfold CWG

She is the queen of more than a billion people
drenched with the pours of seven big rivers
resounding melodies from over five k dialects
This is she.. my motherland.. my India
MY INCREDIBLE INDIA

A Walk With My Gramps

A WALK WITH MY GRAMPS

The tale of a Kid merely Seven

ignorant of another reason to cry

lest parted of chocolates or cricket

Left in that gloom pervaded scene

Cries of anguish, pain and love

as someone made me touch a feet

squalled on my face.. uttered

" You wont see your grandfather again "

Settled on that white cotton fiber cot

untouched by the grief that summoned

wearing small white shirt and blue shorts

bewildering.. what might have happened

Even then i could not sense the sadness

the funny shaped clouds over, showed

the half hidden drops of dew still smiling

smiling at a grand son without a tear

Those were the wee hours of the dawn

being the only living soul with dried cheeks

even the pigeon on the roof sat still

i wished i could hear somebody speak

Looking at all those familiar faces crying

younger ones might be crying in fear

elder ones might be understanding all

i was in the middle of my own quest

Looking at my father jolted i got off

asked him.. why are you crying baba

he put his big palms on my small head

its no disgrace for a man to shed tears

My grandfather lay still unmoved

my big family all shouting and pushing

indeed he was dead.. and i was still

a voice said its time and cries became louder

They took the cot i was sitting on turned that upside down

the elder ones took my grandpa on to the cot

my mother holding my granny and all shouting for my grand pa

now out of the house i have never seen so many people cry

Then came the walk that remains ignited in my heart

those sounds of ram naam satya hai

i was walking just behind my grandpa

sheer anxiety to see something new

Four years past a decade gone

you didn't even took my shoulder

i cant even cry for the times i have not

the big family u left behind will enquire

Those beautiful black eyes with serenity of night

i still find when i look at those bright stars

watch us from the heavens above

sending all your kisses wrapped in love

I never listened to your last words

your son says u said "Miss me always, but let my soul set free"

we did that for you gramps

there is no forced air of solemnity around.. its all free

If u read this grand pa.. we have a lot in common

things that everybody knows we both do

and things that not everybody knows i do

I love you for you gave me your genes

That's the only time i remember

I WALKED WITH MY GRAMPS

everybody says he has just slipped into another room

i say.. HE NOW LIVES IN A CITY.. WHERE ROSES NEVER FADE

The poet in ME

In search of that poet
that night i met
The way i had dreamt
outstretched hands so tempt
illusive thoughts i meant..

Little do i know
why my words are sad now
like a lost sheep to bow
they haunt till i feel low
thats my life still.. anyhow

Memories tricked my heart
i came out being smart
words are now life's part
as if the girls from mart
This poet have eluded dark

I wont write any more dark poems.. somehow.. i have stopped doin so..
wish me

On the HILL TOP

Clouds are flying atop

like froth on the soap

Gushing winds feels like in freezer

the leaves falling down like dagger

Soothing environs full of mountains

trees covering them as if like curtains

Amidst all the chill in the breath

the beauty is taking away all wrath

Ever heard the soaring clouds

its like roar of the big hounds

Silence here is the lyrics of love

wind speaks the lines of dove

The all above gloomy night sky

near as if u could touch by an eye

Feel the heavens from a high

seemingly the end draws nigh

There the morning sun gets out

light and fog cause a big bout

Time to get out of the cosy cot

and enjoy the coffee served hot

SEASONS

The Year starts with chill

All hearts are Christmas fill
Nature buzzes like bees
Wind flows like its of seas
The winter the snow all look pleasant
Flowers glows like fluorescent

Then comes the Sun beating down
Giving all fury and frown
It’s the vengeance for the winters
Seasons are seasoned cheaters
Happiness is also sanctioned
With the cheers called vacations

Next is the time for rain coats
Greenie is full of drops
Vacation gets just over
While nature bestows all shower
Comes the danger called floods
Dreaded part of it are dead rots

My favourite season is summer
We wait for it all year
And when it shows.. Its all CHEERS

Colours

My favourite colour is blue
Preferred to be sky blue
You mix green with blue
And get a red flavoured blue

Colours depict life
It makes the nature live
Colours are best in winter
when we need wind cheater

The sky features a rainbow
And we adore it with a bow
Chromatic purity is to colours
What colours are to flowers

Earth emblazons when colours mix
splendid is the show of this immix
The only thing that colours lack
When u mix all.. Its BLACK

Dat LADKI

As fresh as the morning dew

She is special like a very few

There she comes like sunshine

Withers past me with a whine

There I glanced at her smile

Eyes beguiled until a mile

I could feel her in my dream

Like a doll made of cream

She ran out of sight into the den

I chased her into the deep Ben

Her attire in dark are glinted

My heart is getting tainted

I essayed for her in the dark

Until I found that one mark

A glowing ring moving in the air

Bit Faster I might touch her hair

Just to that one single touch

I kept on running until I flush

Somebody shouted to this as such

I woke with a smirking blush

LIFE is the word to describe.. MY LIFE

Life till now for me has been an out of the blue journey.. received a lot of adulation, equal amount of flak.. lots of people who hate me.. some who strangely like me.. i have laughed a lot.. cried a lot more.. i have lived up to a lot of expectations having carted them well and have tried to excuse myself out of others.. unsuccessfully albeit..

I have tried to give myself an identity.. n have realized that my identity is just in being me.. because i believe Amit bewrays.. tagged by the world as arrogant, proud, rude, ambitious n what not.. and pacified by friends that i am actually OK.. lol.. i am opinionated n love talking too much except for people i hate.. so you are open to adding me more synonyms u want.. i accept it all with a thank u..

And about me.. well i am still happy n burthened by expectations.. my name is after all AMIT.. the one who cant be destroyed, cant be belittled, but i am sure i’ll fulfill all my aspirations and life will guide me towards it..

Living life in my own elating style and believing in d lines dat wateve happen z…

“Zindagi ki yehi reet hai,
haar ke baad hi jeet hai.
Thode aansu hain, thodi ee hasee
aaj gam hai to kal hai khusi.
Zindagi ki yehi reet hai,
Haar ke baad hi jeet hai..”

The lines means..

Life is like this only
There is success only after failure
A few drops of tear and a few smiles
If today is sad, tomorrow will be joy
Life is like this only.