MISSING SOMETHING

 

Leaving for home ,

Changing the tone,

Felt something was missing ,

That I got,

As if someone was lost.

For the friends i fought,

Today I had a thought,

Those were the missing ones,

Whose loyalty can be measured in tonnes.

The college galleries I traversed,

the couples equation that reversed,

those meaningless discussions,

sharing our dreams and aspirations.

The mental pressure of brutal exams,

Counting of pages to be studied with our palms,

Those cries related to the course,

Getting notes from all possible source.

Will miss those witty chats on watsapp,

And deleting the matter which we consider as crap,

Entering a new world for a bit sometime,

Where friends are secondary and family is prime.

Waiting for the time to return to the place,

Where our activities decides our grace or disgrace,

Filled up lappies at the time of leaving,

And countered friends with false weeping.

But a big bad wolf awaits before that,

That is the result of every carefree brat,

That season of marks will soon be back,

Before that let me sleep and do a bit relax.

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MARKS!!!!!!!!

Marks are ultimate aim,

If missed you are a shame,

Mug up the formula and theory,

Gaining knowledge is a big story,

Fight for it,else you die,

Otherwise you may only try,

Successful are one's who get appreciation,

Losers are those left with admiration.

Parents are proud,praises are loud,

When marks are in crowd,

Some others feel shame,

But no one to blame,

It's more than a game.

Career is on the line,

When nothing goes fine,

Those magical figures,

Become stuck as stickers,

To the personality of a ward,

This makes everything hard,

But to society it's necessary,

When their minds are stationary,

To winners they applaud,

Who obtain marks with or without fraud.

DRINKING POISON-ALCOHOL

A poison which is slow, 

Damages and makes the consumer low.

Cripples the personality, 

Takes away from the reality.

Still some consider it as stylish, 

But this thought is too childish.

Every peg they take, 

Is their big mistake.

A demon worse than greed, 

Becomes a habit, then a need.

Ruins the life, 

To leave it, they strive.

Those with strong will, 

Quit what makes them ill.

Those who continue, mess their lives, 

Becomes difficult for them to survive.

Each day becomes a disgrace, 

This addiction is so grave.

Relations are damaged, 

Economy cannot be managed.

In this struggle of quitting, 

Quantity is increased for consuming.

This life is an agony, 

Death goes without a ceremony.

TRADITION OF GREED-DOWRY

Women are burnt in the fire of greed,

Harassed and tortured at the instance of need,

This act is a horrible deed,

Demons performing this have no caste and creed.

Dowry is offered in the name of gifts,

This is when the morality shifts.

It makes relations more corrupt,

But no one stands to disrupt.

A pathetic act for the sake of tradition,

Prospers due to lack of transition,

Show off is a factor of motivation,

Causes the ultimate devastation.

Unintentionally mistakes are made,

When the foundation of avarice is laid.

As a token of love by the victim’s family,

Honoring emotions, more than reality.

Innocent people are the victim of this crime,

Helplessly bounded by relations and time,

To escape is the only choice,

When no one around hears their voice.

Pride is considered in an ugly sense,

When avid transactions are dispensed.

A mockery of affinity is demonstrated,

And dignity of a woman is humiliated.

Family pride is rated so high,

Except the culprits , everyone cries.

Humanity witnesses the ultimate shame,

In the procedure of this horrific game.

DIVINE PRESENCE

Does god exist?? 

The mind resist,

How is everything working, 

It's my thinking.

If he exist, where he resides, 

Fortune of everyone, who decides.

People exploiting his name, 

Ambitious for acquiring fame.

This idea is so lame, 

Brings his name so much shame.

Searching him in religious places, 

But his presence is in all the spaces.

The knowledge of the holy books, 

Showing us the picture, how it looks.

Pouring that knowledge in our lives, 

Gives us happiness for which we strive.

He resides in our heart, 

Keeps our soul and sins apart.

Make him friend, leave his fear, 

This will push you a step near.

Impart a meaning to your life, 

Don't kill humanity with a knife.

Life is his beautiful creation, 

He left on you its administration.

Easy to spoil, hard to survive, 

Success is for those who revive.

Nor become an atheist, 

Neither become a priest, 

Being human is a suitable act, 

This in life makes a big impact.

Follow his teachings, 

Give others preachings.

Help those who are needy, 

Beware of those who are greedy.

Making others' comfortable, 

Keeps your life stable.

Finding the way out of dark, 

Adds to life a bit more spark.

I am sure that god exist, 

Some however still insist, 

Searching facts to his relevance, 

Raising questions to his existence.

SIKKIM - A WONDERLAND

Sikkim is a wonderland,
You feel this when you stand,
Looking around this scenery,
Everywhere there is greenery,
Lost in the beauty of dis world,
My tensions go by & become null,
To do the job done here we are,
With beautiful mountains laid so far,
Can't I go conquer those peaks,
With sinking interest of those geeks,
Sikkim is a wonderland again I say,
These nests are kept here to stay ,
Forgotten what is beauty in big city,
This feeling today is so pretty,
But how to forget we are here to study,
Mug up the notes & fulfil the duty,
Never had such a life,
Fruits like us are here to ripe,
Lack of resources is a trauma,
Everyday here is a drama,
Still I feel it is a wonderland,
This god gift of god is so grand.

COLLEGE

College is a pool of knowledge,
To which everyone acknowledge,
Mines of brain & makes students strain,
Sometimes fun but several times pain,
Classes are conducted, students abducted.
Some may impress,
Others lay in distress,
Sleep is the best buddy,
When it doesn't let you study,
End of lecture brings a big smile,
False habits become a style,
The most happy times here we spend,
Fashion here becomes a trend,
Examination fever is very furious,
But people become more notorious.
College fests become celebrations, 
Public involvement becomes unusual addictions.
Friendships are broken, relations are dark, 
when selfish tides make their mark.
Freedom is newly acquired ornament, 
many ruin it, others make it enjoyment, 
still it is a better place, 
to make you graceful or bring disgrace.