Ah.. !! Be My Valentine..

The times when we were kids
love was a thing very new,
we ceded our golden hearts
to the ones we barely knew.

Pious was that thing called love
made everybody smile in my class,
those beautiful lovely words we said
were certainly adoring to pass.

Memories of those innocent days
when life only meant to be fine,
when none balked to love
who cared about the word, valentine.

On this day with complications around
proposing with candies and flowers,
for instant happiness that worked
but also thank them for the many hours.

Simple as said the warmth is love
put your arms around and hold tight,
there is no need for words to be said
make them feel at heart, all is right.

To the one who can make me skip a beat
I am waiting with a smile, be mine,
it will be worth every a mile
just come round be My Valentine.

PS - its just a poem and not really about Amit Mohanty.. :)

The SandGlass - Sands Of Time

An antiquate from the olden days
I could see one at the tables edge,
breathtaking was its size zero neck
challenging an engineers knowledge.

Hiding behind the dust was this beauty
made of glass that gleamed and shined,
the crystals of grain grazed my eyes
the sight was such that made me blind.

Tilting the glass the grains flew as birds’
rushing down were the sands in the glass,
sands of time was all that I recalled
with the grains the time too did pass.

The time passed as the sands dwindled
teaching me, the lost time will be no more,
for the times lost cannot be retrieved back
as they are long lost behind locked doors.

To defy logic, I tilt the glass again
just to see the grains lively dances,
I learnt you cannot get whats lost
but life does offer second chances.

Sometimes I feel I am back there.. !!

I just stumbled upon a picturesque
dusty earth i see, and kids in queue
took me to my school i so well knew
memories infinite, recalling a few

Those narrow goat walked paths we followed
with times, paddling on cycles we mellowed
racing the roads with friends love bestowed
ah bright were those days nothing shadowed

The Big bags on our small little shoulders
like an act of refugee carrying boulders
for the bags had all of India to amperes
not to forget the tiffin full of crumbles

The blue trousers and white shinning shirt
glowing socks and polished shoes less dirt
the girls wore red ribbons and blue skirt
our oiled hairy heads had emotions so inert

Through these days we journeyed our adolescence
the sadness, despair, dismay all gave an absence
we all turned into humans of divine substance
but good things always come back for vengeance

In school, Our lives were not ours it was OURS
our love was indeed the true face of our spars
remembering the days and friends i look to stars
you gave us sitars, guitars and lovely big cars

WHY NOT SOMETIMES THROW US BACK INTO THAT SAME JAR?

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