exams , a fearful dream

Silence and silence everywhere,
is that an indication of a forthcoming cyclone or exams coming near?
Faces dug in books, hands holding the weapon named pen.
girls are most affected even lions have found shelter in their den.
Days were wasted when the time was ripe,
was busy in my own interests enjoying and having fun,
but suddenly was left awestruck when found myself in front of a loaded gun.
God is the only savior, prayer the only mean,
often day dreaming of the times I enjoyed, when was in my teens.
Notes are in excess, time very less,
day and night past in no time, things turn into a big mess.
Day of the exam has arrived,
looking desperately for the papers, where the formula was derived.
Entered the hall, with a fear in the heart,
made every attempt to show myself fully prepared by trying to act very smart.
Content is very less, but time left is more,
don't have much to express on the sheet, the seriousness of the hall turned the aura very bore.
Next day arrived, things remained same,
then again I was found in the club, being part of every game.
Suddenly a thought came into my heart, will I ever change?
entered the next class with curiosity but was left pessimist when things again went out of my range.

lasting for you

I desire to watch you all day long
admiring your beauty murmuring a song,
you are a beautiful bird in the world of hate,
have no guts to express in words for the luck isn't in my fate.
Don't know will I ever get the opportunity to meet you again,
not even God is interested in a deal with no gain.
I hope to see till you are here ,
bringing with your beautiful smile not so often cheer.
Nourished by flowers protected by the nature's sword,
you are an angel on this earth , sent himself by the Lord.

Last rung of a ladder

Started the struggle a long time ago,

the time when boat was rowing against the flow,

just a dream to be at the top,

a dream to be an ocean from just being a drop.

Journey is tough, so is the aim

failure and failure, success is out of frame.

Destination is a step away , but mind is full of fear ,

have been dying for ages to be a part of some cheer.

I know God is with me this time,

because somewhere in the heaven he is listening to this rhyme.

absence

Its not your absence,

its the absence of those beautiful moments giving hope to live a bit more.

Its not your absence,

its the absence of the person with whom I once shared the beauty of life,

felt delighted every morning , every night .

No one to tell , that I have stopped enjoying the rain drops,

stopped enjoying the scenic hills that attracted me once,

the rivers which held their soothing noise because of you.

Flowers have lost their smell,playing fields their excitement and people their importance.

There is that silent loneliness, the the happy moments that go past without being cherished.

Its not your absence,

its the absence of your innocent acts that once brought laughter on my face,

the eyes in which I used to travel day and night.

Its not your absence ,

but the absence of person who stood by me in sunlight and shade.

Lots of memories buried deep inside ,

cant express my pain and hope for better either,

because if you cant no one can.

when i met you

That first meeting , amidst the intellectual crowd
that smell was never smelt before ,that lovely voice was never heard before
I could still remember your innocent face lasting to express itself,
overwhelming was the moment, as it turned out to be when jitters passed oneself.
Moment was short described as we found ourselves short of words,
but was carried forward by coolness of weather and chirruping of birds.
Eyes could have spoken better, had they been given an opportunity but were denied by our shyness.
First meeting did leave an indelinible imprint on my heart and mind,
when you turned out one fine day to be a person non other  than my first love.
Some moments are as pleasant as cool mornings,
some are as heartening as rain showers,
some as satisfying as victories,
but none more soothing than our first meeting.
and now when you've gone far far away ,
those moments run deep down into the pool of my everlasting beautiful memories.

the war

It was a mighty war , worth the name world war
A war fought for region and religion.
Diplomacy was placed above values and hatred above humanity.
Life is worthless as was proven time and again, as the countless bodies lay dead on battlefield.
People were filled with vengeance as the bullets played with their sentiments,
still no sign of an end for the brutal  objectives didn't meet accomplishments.
Human rights violated again and again as the perpetrators of justice went insane.
Innocence was left clueless and the almighty answerless.
Destruction was all around and so were the mourns,
as the whole world left awestruck in agony and pain.
None came out victorious , but loser.
Hatred reached the dead end and so did the war,
peace was not the choice but the only choice,
 harmony could have done wonders way back had they listened to their inner voice.

worth

food was never tastier unless a starving person tasted it,
water was not worth unless a dying sparrow found it.
Importance of the tree can better be told by a tired traveller
and that of oceans by the lovely fish .
Value of love can better be told by separated lovers
and that of tears who lost his closed one.
Price of happiness can be better understood watching a mother who found her lost baby
and that of care watching two great friends.
Height of innocence can better be understood watching a dove,
and that of determination watching a deer escaping from a lion fighting for his life.
Great achievements are often not realized until and unless they are achieved
people are not dearer until and unless they are lost.
Emotions are grateful to heart ,plans are grateful to mind
give importance to each person and moment before they are left behind.