This poem on 'Responsibility' was published on the
'International Book of poems' and can be found
online here
Life is an errand, Where every man is an errant, But a few, little contuse and a small erethism would bring out the utmost need for you to be manful We came on to this earth, with only a small hope to survive. But the word 'responsibility' grows with age, and even when you become a 'mage'. At teen, you must always, be keen on your responsibility to obey your dominie, and not get cracked. As a young, gentleman, feel your life with a dour, while your dreams and ambitions seem to beckon you with a seemingly hilarious 'lour'. As a man, your responsibility shall be on your family, and to become an authorised tellurian, always trying hard on your thirst- to consume some pitury. In your old age, you have the responsibility, to die peacefully, without making, none extravagent on you - especially at your declining period. And even in the gehenna, you have the responsibility to remain calm and recollect with joy, that you had been an errant!!. Self satisfaction on this acctount is a must, so that you wouldnt miss your responsibility at this juncture - to bliss. The word 'responsibility', by length is a big one- and so is its sotry with a man's life too !. Even if a person does not grow with age, 'responsibility' does! and it is again the responsibility of you to palp 'it' with care

One of my personal favorites, this poem depicts a
guy's state of mind, soon after he realizes
that he is SPLIT ACROSS !.
Magnetic was her eyes, sensational were her features, cherubic wasa her smile, serendipitous was our meeting !. Believe me, I had longed to be with her, A feelingg I had never had so far.. I remembered it was august, thoughts in my mind were also august !!. I felt I saw a clarity in her eyes, I felt her lonliness in her cries, sooner I realized I was split across, I started looking at things like an iconoclast. The split gave me a fear, one that is very usual with me .. It has been a custom for me, to loose people who had got close to me !!. With the fear mounting to its peak, I felt a cold blood run through my cheek !! I was confident and determined enough to hold her withh me, this time .. .. !! We were on a deal, between a meal not to have any misunderstandings - funnily I wasnt sure if there was any understanding. Sooner I discovered we had things in common I exposed my fear to her - I spoke split across, when I had already 'Split Across' !!.

A poem about the hidden defeat which comes bundled
with every success.
It takes a lot to taste success, It takes a lot more, to avoid the defeat it brings!! It might be wired to remark, on their excellent mark, and the part in me it has made dark !! People come up with a question, "What is happening to you?" when I was ranked, with them .. .. When I excelled, they say "He is trying to act too smart", even when I showed the same reflex !! How could there be a change in me, as they say, when I am very confident that I had not changed like what they say ? Which one do I respond to? What do I believe ? The statements/ my beliefs ?? Definitely, these statements, are the biggest defeats hidden behind every success !! It has now become the custom for people to look at the new, distinguished, with their old attitudes relinquished !! A complete success henceforth shall be to succeed and make sure that, these dangling staments do not "Succeed the Success".

A romantic composition, on a mystic girl.

Peeping through my window pane, I saw a beautiful lane, mind continuous breeze, my hair was dancing along its crease ! The lane looked free with amazingly cute, little trees !! The path lay stretched, with grey concrete pre-stressed It was sandwitched between glowing green I felt it had everything for a teen !!. I decide to take a walk but there was nobody to talk, The lane beckoned me I counldnt resist, I had to flee I'm sure it looked like heaven I had a doubt on the wonders if they were only seven ! Birds were on their high spirits they were shirruping, making the lane more serene. The place was lit in different colors, with senic, pretty flowers, I believe I saw a rainbow. for the first time on land !! Walking with my head high, I never thought I had to sigh, away from crowd, awat from congession, away from traffic away from everything artificial !!
 

A poem that cries about defeats one after the other!

I was one among the failures In achieving what I had aimed for And what others had expected me to do Was it too much? Beyond my capacity? I don’t know! This was the second time But it is a crime, as I treat it, Having lost in your goal, paying so much Money and time, for you to be ‘defeated’! I was defeated again, due to my Carelessness & disaster had struck me For the second time. I didn’t know How to pass time, just after I heard it (my defeat) It was like days of preparation But actually, had it been days I would have been least bothered! But it was for years!! How could I manage the situation With my guardian quoting my lack of Preparation, while my real guardian (my parents) Quoting my carelessness!! I was to decide, what or which had caused My failure. But I was least interested in it, For the fact is that ‘I have been defeated’!! I now get a feeling, as if Some where or sometime during my Preparation, I forgot the quote ‘Be a roman at Rome!’ This big devil (my defeat) threw out my mentality to plan! Because all my plans had been proved wrong! Now I face a new tide! A tide that would Place my future. I hope there would be Success henceforth and would rather like to Learn from mistakes as they are the ‘best teachers’ !! I hope to succeed at least this time, And I pray sincerely this time, Not to make me a prey this time too - to ‘defeat’

A gentle note to every 'Parent'!

Don’t ever pamper your child – do Show everything so mild! Say them, everything is possible And don’t ever make them feel their life terrible Try to teach them everything right Don’t always keep them ‘tight’ Don’t insist anything on them which Your parents might have insisted on you Try to mingle with them and Never make them feel of loneliness! Try to teach your kid with a ‘hope’ Also remember at teen, they walk on a rope Its your duty to balance the stick And also be a wick!! Don’t allow all their dreams come true Which would, halt them and give them a clue Of a good, better and prosperous future Yes always try to be a good ‘teacher’!!