"XENERATION IT"

Sex ,drink and drugs are the urge of today

Many boyz and girlz are falling its prey

Money is required to fulfill the urge

IT sector gives scope to earn money large n splurge

IT employee’s spend their time in office from morning till night

Five days in a week their life is tight

They await for the weekend to come

Friday night itself starts with RUM

Saturday is spent in bar or pub

Defining the culture of the IT Hub

Bangalore tops the chart in IT Space

I am one among them and no exceptional case

The city booms with liquor shops

There is nothing clandestine if you drop

There is wide gamut of liquor option's available

With ample varieties of cuisine and food palatable

Boyz and Girlz booze to their heart content

Come home inebriated and hunted

If things go on well, it’s ecstasy

If not, there is bitterness and idiocy

The IT life looks cool , happening n glamorous

But in reality it’s all pretentious

 IT life is the same routine, mundane & boring

People stick to it just for earning money.

"Life as we See"

In our Journey from birth to death

Witnessing the juggle between happiness and sweat,

We travel a quintessential life

A miracle of Mother Nature living breath by breath.

Sometimes gloomy, sometimes joyful,

Life is such an unfathomable cycle

Sometimes a bed of roses, sometimes a battlefield

Life is like a moving chariot changing the colors of its wheel.

Life is a mirage – illusionary and insubstantial

The more we think and contemplate the more it gets difficult.

As people we experience the voyage of life

Diving deep into its complexities making it an unending strife.

Life is unique to be lived simple and untainted

Moving with its unremitting flow

Without being daunted.

The day we realize the essence of life,

Our existence becomes easy and peaceful without any brawl or fight.

                                                            

"Mother"

Nobody knows the efforts she makes

To keep you happy and the home together

Nobody knows the tears she sheds

When she sees’s you in pain gallore

Nobody knows the thrill she gets

Seeing you joyful and jubilant

Nobody knows the steps she takes

To keep you safe away from nuisance

Nobody’s love is so pristine n unconditional

Nobody’s but your Mother.

To my Valentine :):):)

"My Valentine"

If I could have just one wish ,

I would wish to wake up everyday to the sound of your breath

on my neck ,

the warmth of your lips on my cheeks,

the touch of your fingers on my skin,

and the feel of your heart beating with mine,

knowing that i could never find that feeling with anyone

other than you!!!

“Love” - my favourite and most difficult to write poem !!!

“Love”

The most pristine feeling & incarnation of divinity,

Love is nothing but synonymous with eternity.

It is the strongest of all emotions & is our major necessity,

It binds you & me together & unifies the entire humanity.

It is a feeling which arouses tickling & scintillating sensation,

And generates in us strings of melodious musical vibrations.

Love is way beyond physicality & the mundane world,

It cascades straight from heaven which we all should behold.

There are no boundaries , no limits for love,

It exists in the heart of one & all .

Love is the charm , the essence of our culture ,

Without love life has no meaning & is monotonous & lackluster.

Love is the color , the spice of existence ,

The feeling of magic & the feeling of absolute exuberance.

It is love which keeps us alive amidst harsh reality,

Rejuvenating us every moment & pumping us with force & vitality.

Love see’s no riches, no status, no high,

It clears all dirt & filth & gets us purified.

Love is selfless, unconditional & has no price,

It is nothing but an embodiment of sacrifice.

Love is being kind, generous & true,

The more you love, the more it grows and spreads like flu J

Love is blind, unfathomable & deep,

Something which is invaluable, immortal & unique.

I am too insignificant to write anything about love,

All I can say is that it’s the most precious blessing of almighty god.

MY BOSS !!!! wid no offence to anyone :)

“MY BOSS”

On the day of my joining, my boss was courteous, cordial and sweet,

She briefed me about my work and the office modus operandi.

She was extremely promising, passionate and warm,

And welcomed me with open arms.

She took me around and introduced me to my colleagues,

They all were from different culture, caste and league.

We all went out for a small get together,
Trying to share our views, thought and ideas with each other.

From then onwards I started working,

Adapting and syncing myself with the work and surrounding.

I made many friends and built a nice rapport,

They all were very helpful and rendered me their support.

Soon I became popular in the office,

And that became the breeding cause of all malice.

My boss became intolerant of my growing popularity,

Which created in her fear and great insecurity.

She started finding flaw in my work and performance,

Which shattered my mental peace and lowered my level of confidence.

She said that I am careless and have no eye for detail,

All my labor and effort miserably failed.

She criticized me and looked at me with disdain,

My hardwork and sincerity towards her all went in vain.

I was taken aback by her transformed attitude,

Which lead me to depression and pushed me to solitude.

I was suffering from inside and lived with immense pain,

And had no clue from all these behavior what my boss gained .

One day I gathered courage and asked her why she was so rude to me ,

She gave a mischievous smile and said this is how a boss is meant to be !!!

Around the Corner - One of the most touching poems dedicated to all my friends !!

"Around the Corner"

Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.

And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow" I say! "I will call him

Just to show that I'm thinking of him",
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.

Around the corner, yet miles away,
"I get a message," "he died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

A Poem on my Childhood friend Lishi

"Our Friendship – Cherished Forever"
She has been my pal since the time we were kids,
With our friendship blossoming afresh everyday in our mid twenties.
Sometimes we are together and at times miles apart,
But our friendship remains unblemished and blessed with no ill feelings @ heart.
We are so alike in our thoughts and action,
Which leaves no room for any scoops and pretensions.
To celebrate this friendship which is so thick and deep,
Let me dedicate this small little poem to make it even more unique .
Well the friend I am talking about is none other than Lishi,

Who is tall, smart sizzling and slick.

When I think of penning down my feelings for her, I feel like sitting before mirror wid myriad impressions going hither, thither.

She is a lady wid a refreshing smile and a cheerful disposition,

Living life to the fullest wid fun & passion.

She is independent and dictates her own terms,

 Boldly facing life and its challenges its twist & turns.
In the first meeting she seldom talks,

But when you get closer to her she hardly stops.
She is a voracious reader and an ardent fan of cinema,

Her life revolves around music, art and drama.

She is a lover of nature & a travel monger,

A visionary @ heart and a dreamer to the core.

She loves eating & has an amazing appetite for food,

With her taste constantly changing wid her swinging mood.

She likes to mingle and freak out wid friends,

Exploring life moment by moment & moving wid modern trends.

She has a pure heart untouched with malice, silently playing her part dwelling in peace
People think she is immature and childish,

but she proves them wrong by being sensible, thoughtful and doing good analysis.

Wid her innocence and simplicity she believes every person,

 gets duped by them and then learns a lesson.

She has been a wonderful friend and a gr8 pillar of support,

her friendship comes naturally to me without any effort.

She fills my life wid enormous love and vitality,

pumping me up wen I feel low and dampen in spirit.

Hope our friendship grows stronger and mightier wid time,
Retaining its purity and becoming eternally sublime

 

The Power of Women

 "Women"

The symbol of love,uncompromising beauty and mysticism,
the embodiment of compassion , power and impeccable devotion ,
she is thou women, gods most novel and unique creation.
With looks soft and tender as a lilly,but a heart stronger than a

mighty men,
She has the ability to conquer the world by virtue of her vision and strength
She plays multiple roles in her short span of life ,
The role of a daughter, a sister , a caring mother and a loving wife.
With her divine beauty and magnetic charm ,
She spell bounds men-the other half of mankind with her sheer passion and warmth.
She is the bridge, the stumbling pillar of all relation,
the ultimate beholder of procreation,
She is the powerhouse of affection,benevolence , kindness and tolorence,
who absorbs all the hurdles and triumphs over turbulence.
She has traveled many pathways and has come a long way,
struggling in the olden days and now floating with the modern waves.
She is sometimes belittled by mankind and sometimes worshiped as deity,
But now in this dynamic world she is known to be  wise , worthy and witty.
With sweet words and streaks of anger ,
she manages her life carrying the load on her tiny shoulder.
The women of today is strong, empowered and bold
and have created an enviable status for them in this so called men's world.
It is women who make the world heaven and paradise,
Sailing the voyage of life with uncertainty like the game of dice.

My First Poem

“Thought of writing a Poem”

Tonight I thought of writing a Poem,

It was a strange feeling with an admixture of happiness & pain.

I stepped out to look at the stars in the sky,

To my utter surprise it appeared to be shallow & dry.

Then I turned my eyes into the field,

Full of grasses beautiful & green.

The lush green grasses wanted to speak,

Their pain, their suffering, their agony & grief.

They get tormented every day,

And fear that they will wither away.

Then I saw a fragile old man,

Sitting alone in the winter night.

There was no one to take care of him and pity his miserable plight.

Suddenly I could feel tears in my eyes,

For existence we all have to pay a heavy price.

All these experiences made me realize,

Life is nothing but a myth & sheer surprise.

Tonight I sensed the meaning of life,

It’s nothing but a blend of adjustments and sacrifice.

Life is one not two and three,

Live it with joy and cheerful spree.

My strange thought of writing a poem,

Tought me the real essence of life and was not vague and vain