Sittin in my chair

reading powerelectrnx rhymes

externals have come near

& my head has hit the table 3 times

pushed i have been always

frequently changed my mind as the indian railways

sleep walked through everything

but not anymore

becoz i can now see the clear thing

engineer you can call me

engineer i never wanted to be

had dreamt of becoming a rockstar

and yes rockstar i wanted to be

heard chad kroeger sing rockstar

and i sang along

everyone came joined us ,and we sang along

the song stopped ,they stopped

but what do i do ?..i meant it

so i sang along

i sang along

winds of change have come

tables of time they have turned

the threshold voltage i have finally overcome

no one can stop me now

no one can hold me back now

i wanna be a rockstar

i wanna be a rockstar

one hand on the fret board

other on the strings

mind focussed only at that image....

now not so far

i wanna be a rockstar

i wanna be a rockstar...

Choices

The voice inside me thickens and grows

It tells me to just choose and follow

But how can I choose….

There are just so many ways

And to be always perfect, isn’t this

What man tries to be always…

Choices haunt me

Choices chase me

Choices leave me with no choice

With choices; cant there be just one unanimous voice

A choice not taken is cowardice,

A wrong choice taken is a mistake,

A right choice taken is necessity,

isn’t this choice thing a sheer stupidity.

We choose a choice and live with it

We don’t choose a choice and repent it

Why has god given us this choice of choices?

Does he want to prove his existence

Or does he wants to exemplify the phrase

“destiny is written by one’s own hands”

Or does he just wants the world

To possess that tiny kink of uncertainty.

These thoughts just push wider the

Circle of my uncertainty.

May be choices decide who we

Are and what is our identity,

But judging a person by his decisions and

Not his deeds isn’t that a pity!

Wise men say we cannot simply run away from choices

They are embedded in us and

Are soldered at all places.

It seems someday people wont have any more choices

But still then…..

They will be left with one

If not any more choices……….

hope's new year

Tired hands have reached the number 12 (365*2) times
and i hear again the continuous mugged up lines
i dont see the reason why people are so ecstatic
have they not looked back in their memory attic
bacteria like success or dinosaur shaped failure
or the last minute hesitation which
turned sweet fruit of sweat to sour
or the small small sacrifices offered to everyone
in form of sweet scented flower
which of these memories to cherish
i surely do wonder
no matter what i write ,no matter what i say
people look happy
and i become curious to know why
they think themselves to be so lucky
i scratch my head,flip through pages,do a to & fro walk down the hall
but to this lock i simply dont find the key
but then i see my diabetic friend
drinking sweet liquids at the juice shop
just to catch the glimpse of
his love on the other side at the bus stop
i look into his eyes and i get my answer
i am lost in its magic and
happy at my sweet surrender
my friends it is a magical thing
and my advice is to cling on to it
because of this people close their eyes
peacefully at night
because of this the green county is
still engaged in the bitter fight
because of this we look up to the sky
and its because of this that once a while
a person sighs 'if i can fly'
because of this people cast their vote
and we eagerly watch astrology forecast and take a note
because of this we wait patiently in traffic jams
and because of this we write exams
success is a slave of hard work
it will definitely follow
when the chips are down ,just keep your heads high
continue your good work and just hope
the last but small end of the process is hope
and the magical word
my friends is HOPE

afghani

Why is there no candy
in the boys hand
why is everyone afraid
to put a confident step on the land
the sand's escaping out of the fingers
the haunting fear still lingers
though they are leaving,
this sudden change of heart or
rather this sudden change of power
gives us more reasons to fear
the iron carts and iron birds are all gone
but now among the world we are none
we want to rise and build a better tomorrow
but in a second
how can we forget years of sorrow
i dont know if this is an agreement between the white skin and flat nose
or balance of power as the people call
i simply do not know
but the seed of independence
that they have sown
gives us zeal,smile,excitement
and hope to grow
and rise above all
and touch the sky
but there is only one thing we should know
humanity is growing with others
and with you let others grow

JOKE

I am the coolest bloke

when i reach a person

its all different kinds of feelings that i evoke

its me who is responsible for the curves on the faces

its me who is responsible

for equality of all races

some people use me to quash their fears

some people use me to drown their tears

some people use me to anguish their angers

some people use me to bring close their dears

some people disguise me,drape me

and use me as a shield

and sometimes i just flow as the wind

over the shivering grass in the cheerful field

people have used me,tattered me

worn me out and battered me

never understood my real value

areh,

give me to a person who has lost all hope

give to a person

who is covered by a melancholy cloak

give me to a person who is totallee weak

give me to a person who has in his life

no chance of happiness to squeak

since times i have become the commonest joke

who am i

my name is

JOKE