MY "FRIEND'S" PREIDCAMENT ;)

I have known a quite interesting lass
who is from a all together diffrent class.
Though till date, we have not yet met
each other, we cannot think to forget.

But there seems to be, in her, a "problem"
which she has encounter by being lonesome
for someone who calls herself a "controversy queen"
as thats what she is in the eyes of those who, her, have seen!!

Being from away from family, this she has to suffer
as she feels many people are out to hit on her.
The poor thing doesn't have a single clue
of,daily, in the alien city, what she can do.

She feels that despite someone so ordinary
people acting this way is a real mystery
as why this ugly side they are out to show
and alone, she must, by herself, undergo.

Nowadays, whenever we speak, comes up this topic
which of late, is really making me feel sick.
Moreover as she considers me as a special "friend"
she expects me, to her, in all ways, defend.

All this makes, in me, get a feeling of creep
of, in future, this gal, if i were to keep
what all i may have to endure in my life
in the form of agony and strife.

As usual, yesterday, when i took my pad to write
i thought if there was anyone who could shed light
as being able to give a solution to me
so that this problem, someday, were to flee!!..

ODE TO THE HAWKERS..

About a kind of people, iam out to write
who,during one's journey, gets to sight.
In our country, for us, it may look very typical
especially when we take a train to places, travel.



Their intention is to somehow sell their ware
even if there is a mountain ahead, they dont care.
With great finesse, they squeeze in and out
and about what they have, they manage to shout.


To everyone around, they manage to respond and tell
and with efficiency, their 'maal', they manage to sell.
Even if their are others, like them, pitching the same
few somehow gain the upperhand in this game.

Sometimes they turn out to be a real pain
as efforts to shoo them would result in vain.
They would stick on to us like a leech
as though in persistence, a lesson, they are out to teach.

Enroute my jaunt, this is what, i was out to think
and together my ideas, thought that i must ink
so that whatever comes out from my mind
people would read it as they are kind!!

ODE TO SATI...

Loosely inspired by "A child widow" that i read on someone's blog ie http://indrsforever.blogspot.com..

Many centuries ago, if in India, one saw
there were myriad things against the law.
Apart from development that took place so slow
superstions and practices,people were out to follow.

Of all that was there, existed a weird ritual
that had reached, at a time, situation that was critical.
The name of this, what i write about, was called SATI
and certainly didnt portray a pretty sight those who got to see.

The moment, a girl or lady, lost her bridegroom
it meant, was in store for her,ill fate and doom
as she would be forced to jump into the pyre
amidst one and all who watched her devoured by fire.

All this was ensured by many a erudite brahmin
who didnt bother even if it amounted to a sin.
And none in the family would ask them to forbid
even thoguth they knew what was being done was morbid.

For a long time continued this chaos and mayhem
and had become a part of the societal system.
Until one day one man had this apprehension
that this was something he must question.

The great man was RAJA RAM MOHAN ROY
who believed that a widow was no toy.
He saw to the eradication of this vice during his day
for which he was supported by LORD MACAULAY.

Till to this day, he is called FATHER OF INDIAN REFORMATION
for his many achievements and bringing in a transition.
As never again, did one hear of a widow, in the pyre, hop
as this evil practice ceased and eventually got stop.

WHY DONT YOU WANT TO TALK???

Based on a real incident and the current situation

It is known that we stay in the same flat together
and, offlate, now dont even think to bother
if even saying "hai", if not talk to one another
and this is what am looking for as an answer.

I know that, you, in someway, i've hurt
and though that day, you too acted curt
I didnt even go to utter a single word
even though abuses, from you, could be heard.

Cannot be understood the reason of your silence
as it looks that, on me,you've some vengeance.
It appears to me, that more you sit and brood
you are out to think and do something crude.

But, i feel still, now also we can have a talk
and the same path, like before, still walk
that people feel, those who are out to see
they are able to say we are the same roomie.

So, i pray that comes the time, really fast
that we can put back what happened in the past
so that life comes back to what it was like before
and all over again, at A1-13, we can roar.

....WHY DID WE HAVE TO PART??

It is quite sometime that you have gone your way
and yet your memories, with me, are out to stay.
I know, for sure, from my mind, it'll never depart
as I'll wonder always why did we have to part.





Frustration seems, in me, reached a new height
and all i can do is to,by myself, sit quite.
For you, will always, forever, crave my heart
and think why did we have to part.

I wish that all the bitter experiences, behind you leave
and for the follies,if you could think to forgive
so that, a brighter future, for us, we can chart
though initially we've to wonder why did we have to part.

Happiness, in me, is slowly out to cease
and is going away slowly all the peace.
All our differences, wish we could sit and sort
so that none can could ask us why did we have to part.