What is time???

What is time ?
Is time age
Or a very old sage.

Wise men use metaphor
Of arrow and tributaries of river
But yet none can be so sure….

No one escapes its gaze
Yet to time all have to raise


To stand tall with
And to fall within it.


Time erects wonders
Time corrects blunders.


Time proves destiny
Time takes to eternity
Time teaches you
Times treaches you

Whatever it is
It doesn’t wait for you.

Time pushes u along
Whether you deny or long.


But none is so sure…
Whether its fast or slow ..


The only way to move with it
Is to use it wisely and respect it

For Time is not a foe.
With time one must go.

Though question I still owe

What is time???

Start of June

I woke up early today near about dawn.
Saw the time and again slept with a yawn

Then as I woke up curtains I rolled
The Morning air was moist and cold

It was evident that it had rained the entire night.
And as Dawn broke showers became a bit light.

Sun was peeking shyly from the clouds so grey
Covering the sun as if smiling where they

Then started the light drizzles
As if someone opened the nozzles

Deep breath I took of the air so fresh
I could feel it entering the lung’s mesh


sly wind caressing me , soothing me
how the weather had relaxed me.

aroma of the wet soil filling me
with memories so very old

The month of june when monsoon starts
I remember the days I was in school.
It marks the beginning of a new year at school.

The anxiety of getting a new class and new friends
Overcomes the desires of meeting the old friends.

The Month of june doesn’t only mark the start of rain
But also marks the start of a new class I was to go in with pain

But now it is no more the same anxiety and curiosity
It’s the same old routine going to office and there is no change.!

Every start of june I can remember the smell of the new uniform.
New boots and new school bag.
Also should I mention the new books and covers for the same?>

The zest and the enthusiasm for the school’s first day
somehow is less than the feeling of melancholy cause it’s end of May.
May was the holiday season,
June brings the rainy season.

Looking back in time for the school days makes me wonder
how time flies and things change and where did I wander
Where I was where I am now.
Time and space have changed subtly and how

THE Stallion

Back in time there used to be a meadow
Grass so very perfect as mowed thorough!

Lush green field it was
Served well to the grazing cause

It was surrounded
By woods with trees so high
As if they could kiss the sky

I am sure it was here that I had seen
A stallion on this very green!

The horse was as white as milk
Mane and tail flowing like silk

Spotless it was, But missed a horn!
Else it would have easily been an unicorn!

Riding it would be anyone’s pride
People will kill for that ride

Grazing was it with all leisure!
Watching it was mere pleasure.

Then with no warning it went away!
Still and melancholy I yet lay.

Then I realized weather was changing its show
As furious winds began to blow

Bent were the grass blades
Bent were the strong tress
Seems sustaining and straining were they
Until and unless the storm fades

The storm was indeed strong
Whistling it was mean and long

Slowly and gradually the trees caved in
One by one they fell on the green!
The morning scene was no more serene!


I realized now that stallion was sanity.
Once it left, the scene was like a bad graffiti

Now I figured out the storm was of modernization
Stallion was the purity which dwells in divine
The woods were erased by our own civilization!

Sam story

Long time ago
There was a boy named Sam.
Rum he liked , said sailor I am.

Used to wander in search of food
Work some place wherever he could.

Docks were his home ,
Night sky was his dome.

Hard work at the bar earned him
food and rum.

Life was going the way it was
To become a sailor was his cause

One fine day he got his chance
On ship going to France.

The journey was short
But this was the opportunity he had sought

Was supposed to clean the deck
Did it for the first timer sake

The journey became tedious
But time for the captain was precious

“Land Ahoy” cried the first mate.
There shone for him his fate.

First journey was completed with not much pain
Valuable experience was all to gain.

Later he spent some more time at sea
Thus he became Sam a sailor as he wished to be

Sam was a reputed sailor now.
Rum he loved all knew how.


To complete the story write few lines more
Future of sam is upto you, get some lore.

going Back !

I remember school days when we were young,
Then it seemed life was nothing but a song well sung.
no relation was too complicated
we were all not very fabricated

As and when I grew,
Friends left were very few
All Evaporated as the morning Dew.

Then came college which was wonderful
Will never forget the days which were so cool.
Studying was great when done in group.
I remember how we thought of a coup.
Wrote a letter to the princi.
To tell about the things that were so icy.

Never gave it to him though
sometimes I feel sorry and low.
Party hard study hardly was our show.

Assignments were meant to be done in the lecture
Boy did we mess up the structure!!

Last bench was ours no one to claim
Basking were we in glory and fame.

Last year in college was a bliss.
Morning session was a no miss!!!!!!!
Morning in college, foot ball was the ordeal,
Rest of the times it was cricket, played with full zeal.
Projects were fun and play,
Did those as and when we may.

Life is to move on ,
But one can look back often
To see what was gone
Ponder over things
Cause we are the highest rated living beings

Friday!

Friday is supposed to be fun
I say this with no pun.!!!

We all wait for the fall of dusk
People go out scented with musk!!

Moral is up this day
Pressures and tensions are kept at bay.

People Prepare for weekend party
Today work is done pretty partly.

Jeans and T shirt is what we wear
Formals today are hard to bear.

This is called the weekend mood
Given some work we raise our hood.

Office empty before six
clubs and pubs are a fix

people drink to life and eat to health
quite an amount is spent from their wealth


next morning we wake up late
few may have an evening date.

Two days are full of fun and frolic
Serves best as a tonic.

Work a lot is a motto on weekdays
Party on weekends in all possible ways.

Our enjoyment is all we relish
Let the society perish
People spend so much on alcohol
Never bother of an orphanage at all.
Why do we think this is enjoyment?
When we don’t even know what for is life meant.

Believe me or not

Getting off the routine on sat & Sunday if we may.
But the scorching heat here has made us all stay

I dint have ne, believe me or not
though these guys had a lot.
7 bottles of beer that’s wat we had bought.

Haywards 5k was the brand,
7.5% was the alcohol strand.


Music was cool on woofer of the PC
Night out was cool and Jazzy.

Out was one’s call
Second said he aint drunk at all.

Second one was the first timer
First one was supposed to be the tanker.

I woke up late, as Sunday was cool
With eyes still very drool

Saw them sleeping hither thither,
Sleepy was my flat’s weather.

Sleepy wld be the whole day I guessed
I cleaned the room that was messed.

Dint have ne thing to do on Monday
So wrote a poem on my
Saturday and Sunday..

7 bottles of beer that’s wat we had bought.
I dint have ne, believe me or not

Nature

There I saw her standing in the mist
Clad in white, arms with open fist.

Nearer I went clearer she became
More I saw her, she looked like a Dame.
Sparkling were her eyes,
I knew they dint carry any lies.
Though they reflected the agony
Pain was obvious
could be figured out by many
I wanted to ask why
But we were drawn by a horses neigh.

There was an army approaching the woman in white
Charging with all their might.

Tears were rolling down her cheek
I myself grew very weak.

I just couldn’t see this slaughter .
But things were different now for better.
The crusaders were taken aback
it seemed Defense was what they lack
Some were burned some were drowned
Some were blown by the storms


This was a dream I had
I was still sleeping sad.

Then rose the damsel again.
Writhing was she with pain.
Coz those were her ignorant sons
Five elements are her weapons

She was our mother nature
Thought for her we fail to nurture.!!!

Rendevouz with a Dentist

Some time back I had been to a dentist for a floss.
I knew I had to wait in line until I gather moss!!

The Quack was in , extracting a tooth.
The Pretty receptionist was sitting in her booth.

With quite an effort my eyes let her go.
Only to see other patients putting on a show.

The hall was all quiet.
People were waiting with all their might.

Few had palms on their cheek,
They were all sublime and meek.

Then turned every one towards the hideous shriek.
It came from the docs cabin , and we all went freak.

Said the receptionist its no matter,
The doctor has got the tooth she was after!!!

Hearing this Smile ran across my face
Could not imagine me being in that poor fellow's place!!

Out came the victim face swollen and filled with cotton wool
Looked as exasperated as he could be with eyes red in full.

The next patient was called on but was reluctant to go.
Fear had taken him and moral was very low!

Still beating that he went in ,
For while again silence broke in.

No shriek this time he came out quick
When asked what was wrong
Said he forgot his dentures and has to go back all the way long!!!!

Then went the next patient scared as the first.
But he knew he going in was a must.

Another cry from within
Second tooth of the day
Doc said form the cabin !!!!!!!!!

So went the job of the doc
This I write not to mock.

All were waiting for their turn!!
Knowing the pain in which they will burn.
But getting cured was a priority,
And to endure pain was a necessity!!!

That's how in life one cant gain,
Without enduring any pain!!!!!!

Cool Night Air

Sitting out I was on a chair at my door step
Night breeze caressing me filling me with pep!

Watching the sky with stars that twinkle
This was when night peace has no one to crinkle

Silence was absolute,with its hum all around
Deep breath I took as a falling star I had found.

Here silence could be heard As a song
Those who have heard know I am not wrong

Thinking I was Of my past .
Wondering how
Did the days go so fast

The peaceful quiet is for me harmony
Solitude now for me is a symphony

Thinking was I of my future now.
What will happen and how.

Enjoying the cool air kissing my face
Watching the time go by with a slow pace.

Now I thought of nothing
But the air that was so soothing
Now brighter shone all the stars.
I thought I could see planet mars!

Red object it was hanging still
Appeared very small and round as a pill.

Then again came the lights,
The sky went gloomy again
Time passed but I knew it was not in vain!

I learnt what is eternal bliss
I vowed to never miss this.

Sometimes we should stop by
and just sit watching nature
Because it is mans oldest teacher