Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Little Pussy

Pitter,patter the rain falls
Little Johnny can't sleep
Do the angels weep, mama
Do the angels weep?

Are they sad for little pussy
All alone at night?
Meow meow,scratch scratch
Let him in mommy, he won't bite!

Boom,boom the thunder sounds
The meowing and scratching stops
Hurry Johnny,lets bring him in!
Thanks you mama, love you lots!

Pussy is not moving mama!
Is he fine?Is he fine?
Why are his eyes closed mama?
Is he fine?Is he fine?

Hiding her tears in the rain
Mama turns to Johnny
Pussy has gone to a better place, she said
He is fine now, honey.

But you see his left his body here
For us a lesson to gain
Never close the door on someone
Who might be in pain.

Bring him in little Johnny
He is wet ,lets wipe him dry
Then tie the red ribbon on his neck,
Said Mama, trying not to cry.

When morning came and the sun shone bright
Mama and Johnny buried little Pussy
They sprinkled flowers at his grave
Some red roses and a daisy.

Here lies pussy,a friend of mine
He is in a better place, wrote Johnny, he is now fine 
He is now one of the stars that shine
He is now fine, he is now fine.

When You Love

When you love...

Be like the desert
Each and every raindrop it welcomes
Deep inside it soaks it in
Making it a part of its own
Never to let go.

Be like the mountains
Strong and permanent
Always protecting, always sheltering.

Be like the mist
Return it will always
A comfortable cloak it brings with it
Dark and lonely when the night is

Be like the forge and the gold
Together who burn and suffer
But amazing is the magic they create.

Be like the summer breeze
The winter warmth, the autumn bloom
A child's carefree laughter you be

Be love itself..
When you love

Monday, July 29, 2013

My Love

I don't want you to be the sun and the moon and the stars
I would rather like you to be the candlenight which I can feel.
I don't want you to be perfect
You are the right size for my heart.

I don't want you to sing me love songs
I would rather like you to etch my name on your heart
I don't want you to pray for me
My prayers have already been answered.

I don't want you to quench my thirst
I don't want you to  make it rain
I would rather like you to be the oasis of my life
The one and the only one.

I don't want us to be apart for a moment
I don't want us to fight
I don't want to think about death
But I would like to die together.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Yes You Can

When you are a nobody
With an ordinary life
You still can give to othes
Just like the water colorless water
Gives life to colorful flowers.

When you are down and defeated
You still can inspire others
By refusing to stay down...
As long as your last breath is inside.

When you are dying..
You still can give to others

Helping someone see again
Beating as someone's heart
Staying alive in other souls.

Yes you can!
You can go on living after death.

Thursday, July 25, 2013


Tears try to flow like unruly streams
But They are held back by the dam of indifference

Anger bubbles inside me like boiling water
My cowardice makes it lukewarm

Frustration piles up like a river in flood
But they are pushed back by a wall of apathy

My dreams rush forward to become reality like a river tributary
But are shattered by the blow of procrastination

Happiness tries to gush like a fountain
But a shameless society puts a lid on it

My thoughts are vast and deep like the ocean
Useless until they help a ship reach its destination
Helpless until someone build a bridge over them
But harmful if they become a tsunami

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

The Lover Boys

The African sunset seemed a little more red to the hapless project manager. Sweating buckets, he blinked his eyes to drive away that thought of both clients and offshore baying for his blood. He cursed his stars,gods, himself and the unholy hour when he handpicked the 3 resources for onsite. He gritted his teeth and stopped short of chewing his tongue. Adjusting his belt and pulling his pant up, he took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, wishing he could drive away his problems the same way. Wearing a fake distant look, he returned to the guest house which was eerily silent. Not that it was empty.Under normal circumstances, evenings in the company guest house would be bustling with activity. People frantically working on their laptops, making urgent calls to offshore, preparing for the next days presentation....in short, everybody on their toes. But these..these guys whom he hired.... he stopped thinking...afraid he might burst a vein.

Meanwhile, the objects of his affections were completely unaware of his anguish. Not that they cared. The business analyst was dangerously and delicately positioned above the water tank. A slight change in position might send him to the bone setting section of an obscure African hospital.Sprawling as if he was on a bed of roses, he was talking to his fiancee in a hushed voice. Who would think this was the same guy who while talking to offshore sounded like Hari Sadu incarnate? Wearing an orange t shirt and green shorts, unmindful of the mosquitoes, he continued chatting as his body took an unnatural shape as it sagged under his weight. With his back on the tank and now a foot on an adjoining wall , he was half dangling like a potato sack.

The techie as usual was under a snake of cables. Headphones, laptop, webcam ...everything was overworked as he voice chatted with his girlfriend. Not even bothering to check if someone was nearby, he was blowing kisses upon kisses. The manager shook his head in disgust .Suddenly a delicious idea came to him. Will throwing a mug of water at the guy electrocute him? Most certainly it will, he thought savagely. Afraid he might actually do it, the manager shuffled away.

The team lead, once his trusted henchman, was the one most affected. Newly married, he had to leave his bride as she would get her visa only after a month. He came back a changed man after his marriage and adopted the role of resident vegetable. If he was not talking over the phone, he would either watch TV or mourn himself till his bodily functions forced him to come out of his stupor. Wearing the vague look of a dope addict, he hardly noticed the manager.

The situation was worse at client site. People were afraid to approach the trio for any doubt least they went into seizure. For some inexplicable reason , the lovelorn souls had stopped shaving. The manager reminded himself to talk to them about corporate dress code. Training sessions, which earlier were raucous with clients shouting their approval or disapproval with gusto(remember this is Africa), were now attended silently like a sermon. Hope before they kick us away, I can earn some dough, thought the manager gloomily.

Moving around the guest house like a lone ghost, he finally reached the kitchen when the African cook was cooking up some reasonable Indian food.  He was a young man who doubled up as their driver. A recently married guy, he seemed nice enough. Africa was notorious for the power cuts. And if it weren't for the cook cum driver who ensured they always have a stock of diesel for the generator, he would end up eating candle night dinners with 3 deranged love lorn men.Suddenly the manager went white. The business analyst, having finished his love quota for the day and suddenly feeling the pangs of hunger, came down from his abode and in haste,took the diesel container and poured it on the pan.


The cook was nowhere to be seen.He fled as soon as the first flames leapt up, but not before grabbing the precious dressed chicken.People commented how 1 of the 4 men, whose house got burnt ,was almost smiling. Feeling sorry that he had gone mad with grief, they looked at him sympathetically. Suddenly the manager, with blackened face and singed hair and eyebrows, began to laugh hysterically. When he calmed down, the 3 concerned guys asked him what was the matter. He told - "Pata tha project ghush jayega, teen teen lover boys jo aa gaye!"