Sunday Delight

It was a winter of 1929,

I drag my feet with heartless steps,

Just to put some smiles across at a cost of a small pinch on my wallet,

An ice cream treat at moshes weighs in pure gold,

If you slog for few dimes,

And lucky enough to have a day Job,

I order the cheapest cream , screaming ruthlessly its 'my favourite. flavour',

I digg deep in my waistcoat pockets, pulled out a shiney nickel, a weeks pay,

Picked up the icecream bucket and move out of the shop,

My eyes stop at a sight ,A small little girl as old as my daughter,

With a her sunken deep blue eyes,frail and pale skin,with a squeky voice she broke, 'food for hungry Mr.,haven't had no bread since Monday!'

The november frost hit me hard, shiver went through my spine,

I digged deep in my pocket, to search for a dime,

I had shelled the last penny for the delightyful Sunday cream,

I just lowered the bucket stroked her frosty blonde hair,

'Thank you Mr. I am Rochelle!', that weekend my family just had soup and bread for supper!,

With a content of saving a life putting a smile !

Pay back time

My parents are my star,

Imagining my life without them is so bizzare,

They sacrificed their happiness,pride, freedom and life,

Just to see that glow and my facial smile,

I love them for what they did for their lil kid,

Now that I am strong,

Wish to bring back the smile,

Its payback time time sport !

SCAMMED - Confessions of a Confused Accountant

Hitesh, a common man and an auditor, is engrossed in his underpaid 9 to10 job, slogging his way, burning  the night oil only to give sheen to careers of his supervisors & partners. One day, he stumbles upon an opportunity which makes him an overnight rock star of corporate India. He tastes success and very soon gets addicted to it.

However, success comes with a price-tag, the corner cabin and the chair always had their own sets of thorns. Hitesh, in this journey, meets various people - some sting him on his path of glory, some propel him up, some try to eat into his pie of success, and few help him when the world stops believing in him.

An auditor, who not so long ago inspected the cooked books of an organization and voiced the fishy observations to the management, become’s the CEO of one of the group companies. Later, he is accused to be the commander-in-chief of a scam - a scam that changes his life forever. 

The book "Confessions of a Confused Accountant" does make a reader empathize with Hitesh at several incidences. The story also unfolds in a way that it keeps the curiosity quotient up. A fast paced story with limited characters,the book is a quick read over the weekend or a leisurely evening. The book is also fairly conclusive in its way of giving a message of "fighting one's own battle and trusting very few".

The book is the story of an average, hard working professional, his brave fight to rise above the average, and showcases the triumph of friendship and truth in the end.

" A story which acts like a glue stick, and forces you not to keep the book down". The book, if picked up on a weekend, will ensure that you don't miss the IPL

---- Reviewed by Gaurav Shah 

Princess without Silver Spoon

Click click,

The Glitterati & Gifts

Dangles & Tiara,

Yummy deserts & Cuppie cakes,

Would fill her dinner plate,

Lingering in lap of luxury,

Daddy’s darling,

Her wish was world command,

Still she would reprimand, “Need World of my own!”,

She stepped on the journey to create one,

Make a name,

Without her existing fame,

It wasn’t easy,

Treacherous & tough,

 Scorching Sun, & relentless world.

Provoked her to give up,

But she was a tough cookie to crumble,

Buckled under pressure,

To shine bright in her own colors,

She fought day in & out, to carve a niche,

Soon hard work paid off, and world was at her feet,

She truly felt like a princess who won her kingdom & hearts of people around,

Now she embarks upon a new conquest,

To find someone who could rule her little kingdom.

Wishing her all the best!

PS:- This poem is dedicated to my friend Saifa who servers ( for lack of a better word) her last day at Citi tomorrow.

Life without Blackberry

Fingers run faster than Jordan,

Picking up thoughts,

Punching them on,

Oh love you my berry,

My whereabouts, my thoughts,

Connected to globe,

Disconnected from myself,  

Captivating the world,

Uploading them on a virtual one,

Hello & Hi, now is on my fingertips,

One fear, what if battery dies out?

45 min travel can be nightmarish in a tube,

How did we survive the 90’s when your ancestors were not born?

A desperate search for coins to dial a friend,

I remember typing without assistance,

I remember when I met friends face to face,

And books were meant for reading,

Never got a SOS mail at 12:00 am,

I remember I use to play ball every evening,

Now I hop on to some app, with mini gaming console,

Oh my berry!

Life without you is really scary,

Thanks for ,making my life nice & easy!

  

Playing Ball in Flood lights of Fame

Fame is flood of Limelight,

If you don’t know how to play it,

You often end up thrown back into dark gloomy lanes,

From where it all began,

It blinds you if you try to bask in its glory,

It shall cast a dark shadow,

Blinded by it, you won’t be able to play ball,

After faulting & floundering,

I’ve learnt to play with it pal,

The secret is you play as it is your last match,

No fear, no pain, no heaviness of expectation,

Having no burden of paper glories,

Forget you must the success stories,

One aim, one goal, one ambition,

To touch the Perfection!  

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PS:- Dedicated to One  Only Sachin Tendulkar 

Two Drops of Rain in Love

Two Droplets of Rain,

Were seen hanging on to high tension cable,

I was afraid, if the cable were to be electrocuted,

I was scared for them?

But they were engrossed into each other,

So absorbed into each other,

As if there was no tomorrow,

As if the rest of the world didn’t exist,

No fear of death, no fear of consequences,

Only an urge to unite,

They come close,

Sparks ignite,

The entire Universe illuminates,

With a crackling grunt,

They become one,

And start their joy ride,

They hit a pink rosebud,

Multiplying into hundred droplets,

Waiting for their turn to bloom!

Pain

Pain never lasts too long, 

Just like a leaf fallen from a branch of tree,

It loses its colour too soon,

How long the pain of not being part of the branch shall last?

When the sheen of the flame is lost,

It shall be at its brightest,

Shall flicker a bit,

And then with one gasp of smoke,

All pain shall go away,

The pain always last for a short span,

Not till eternity.

PS:- Inspired by Gulzar Sahab’s poetry

Writer's Block, Publisher's Delight

As I try to squeeze words of my pen,

The alphabets won’t come out,

Gripped with a fear,

Fear of being lost in an alien word,

I can not scribble I can not scribble,

A young lady much elder to me,

Ask’s  for a bookmark to be signed,

I freeze at her excitement and expectation,

Deep within me I heard a scream,

“Its not me! It’s not me”,

I jumped on to next flight to Himalayas,

Publisher’s villa,

In search for tranquility & calm,

So I could write the next best seller,

Switching off the buzz-machine,

But all in vain,

Those 7 days drove me insane,

On my way back home,

Baggage got exchanged,

Next thing I remember,

Hundreds of shutter boxes, blinking eyelids,

Lawyers pressing charges of possession of narcotics,

All became numb,

Cold, shivery, dark cell, a real hell,

Eureka it Struck me then,

Now what you see are

Episode’s of Prison Break!

Lie

Easy to execute,

Difficult to hide,

Impossible to sleep with,

Grips your neck like a serpent wrapped as a Neck tie,


Its a Lie ... Its a Lie.... Its a Lie...

The Darker Side of Corporate

I am standing at the twilight of my career,

Wondering have I truly lived my life?

Dragging my feet to the corporate sweat shop,

As mundane as it could get,

Documenting every single act of foolishness,

Captivating it in an electronic mail,

And guarding the gates of corporate jail,

To secure one, from creatures created by the devil himself,

Ohh yes I belong to the same father,

Opportunist, calculative, manipulative, Secretive,

Deceitful, superficial, pretentious,

I feel like a stranger,

An analog signal caught in the digital word.

Covering up,

All the goof- ups,

Burning midnight oil,

In flickering flames and dusty smoky rings,

Waking up with a heavy head,

For another morning affair!

           

Free Bird

Sitting on the couch,

Sipping that cuppa tea,

I wonder how happy I would be?

I wonder can happiness be captivated?

Can happiness be tamed?

Oh ! I have failed a million times ,

Whom shall I blame?

The real fact is that,

We always peruse happiness,

It’s a state of mind…

A free bird,

One of its kind,

Always misunderstood for success,

And chasing it made my life a never ending rat race,

More miserable and a real mess,

Happiness is a state of mind,

It comes with inner peace,

If you are content you will get it with easy,

Being content is again misunderstood for lack of aspiration,

It’s the attachment to aspirations defeats us,

And the free-spirited bird flies away,

And we blame,

But did we understand the real game?

  

Sideeffects Of Recession

I was transferred by my employer to a remote location, it was recession,

 So there was no scope for alternate vocation,

 I bit the bullet and drove my old red Corvett,

 I was sure my new assignment would be straight jacket,

 It was like sucking air through tooth cavity,

 you suck despite of the pain,

 Ohh i hate this city.... Hate its never ending rain.....

 I sit on my cranky corner chair,

 the dripping droplets from the vibrating AC,

 wants me to pull my hair, my super pessimisim had killed all the novelty in the air,

 Suddenly there appears an angle sitting adjacent to my cranky chair,

 Deep brown hazel eyes, which would make any commited man to rattle lies,

 Incandacent soft tanned skin, just like golden sand wrapped in Muslin,

 Lips like cuppie cake dipped in melted chocolate,

Dazzling curls dangling down her shoulders,

 She was discussing financial and ratios with co-bankers,

It felt like water flowing through a rocky river bed,

That moment i decided i am gonna ask out this mermaid,

Our friendship grew.... Suddenly the shady office felt cozy and new,

 I mustered some courage, spent a sixty thousand Rs on a sparkling necklace,

We met at Christies for dinner date, i wonered why she invited our Country head,

Moments later she introduced him as her fiancee,

My only concern was the resale value of the necklace and the credit card bill,

As a banker concepts like valuations and return on investment are deep rooted within us,

She was my motivation to survive in that hostile location,

Now that alice is gone......i packed my bags...... Was about to wrapup ....

 Then i saw a sharpe looking brunette in glasses in our legal dept,

 I checked the necklace in my bag...

My romance with this city and shady office continues.....              

A Simple Pen

Dear poetry, 

You scared my pen yesterday,


 You were very intimidating,


The poor thing was frighten by use of complex language 


by his literate counterparts, 


In the morning he cursed me for my profession,


To which I replied son," Your friends can win millions of 


 accolades in closed doors,


 but you can win millions by your side by being yourself.


 Simplicity should not be considered as attribute of less privleged, 


 but sacred weapons of revolutionaries! "

Ajnabee

Aaj khud hee mein ittna mashruuf huae.....


Ke, aaina humse humari shakceeyat poochee....


Kitnii koshish ki par koi nuskaa... Kaam naa aaya....


Waqt ne rachaa aisa maaya jaal kee....


Apne jo phele..... Humein milne ko hote thee bekarrar.....


Woh hee Bann Gaye anjaane....


Is sheher ne sabb diya...


Shauhrat di....... izzat dee..... 


Lekin humhee ko hum se chinn liya.....

Have i made it Large..?

Khaaii humnein dar-dar ki thokare....


Sabb hasil kiya...... Lekin apnee hee bal butein, 


Fir bhee ek khalish hai jo din raat kaattii hai....


 Have i made it large....?  


Party isski ho yaa usski hamnee jamm ke pe whiskey.... 


Gir k khud hee k bahon mein samman gaye hum .... 


Fir woah he sawal....


Have i made it large.... ? 


Har weekend ko aazadi ka jashan....


Har weekday aglaye din ki subhah ka maatam...


Kabhee kisi ka janam.... 


Toh kabhee kisi k professional life life mein phoote karam.... 


Zehen mein bass ek hee khalayal... bass ek hi sawal....


Have i made it large....?


Ek din fir.... Roz ki tarah... hum Apnee aap mein samma gaye....


Kya kahee samma.... hi kuch aisaa thaa ki hosh ne bhee daga de diya...


Akhein kholi toh haspatal mein khud ko paaya... 


Iss zinda-dil ke jigar ne jawab de diya.... 


Tabb patta chala.... 


I really made it large.....

Bey waqt Maut

Hum toh khamakhaa... Zindagii ko gum mein doobo k jiyee jaa rahee thee..(2)

Humein yeh patta thaa ki hum zindagi se zindaa bachh k nahi jaayenge..... 

Lekin maut ne darr ka aisa jaal  bechaaya .....(2)

.Ki jeena dushwaar ho gaya..... 

Aaj fir jeene ki tammana hai... (2)

Abb bass ek hi soach hai  ki Maut.... sey pehle ku marein hum...

Ps:- This is my first attempt to write in Hindi inspired by Gulzar Saahab!......

Confessions of a Self Proclaimed Counselor

 The whole world comes to me,

People value my piece of advice,

They all know I am smart and wise,

Helping people is my hobby done it for years now,

Who knew I have to pay a price,

I am fairy godmother showering love & joy,

Sometimes I feel like destiny’s toy,

Helping people, getting them out of rut,

Quarrels, conflicts & breakups,

At the end of the day I am fed-up,

Days, months, and years pass,

Problems, professional, personal all kinds,

Soon I start to miss myself,

Living for others at my expense,

I start seeing problems, and not solutions,

Advising becomes an addiction,

For me everybody is my subject,

And I have a pressing need to help,

All my lustrous black have turned into grey,

My Mr. Right has also walked away,

Had enough of playing mommy,

Now decided to reclaim my life,

Over doing anything is never good!...

This is a hard lesson I have understood…

My Addictive Girl

As I try to look at myself,

I see a stranger in the mirror,

Eye filled with a droplet of tear,

Fear was the past,

Now I have nothing to lose,

I have lost it all,

My daughter won’t call me daddy,

My love won’t call me honey,

Oh I had made lot of money,

But there is no more joy Sunny,

I chased everyone away, who came near me,

I made only one mistake,

I befriended an irresistible, intoxicating friend,

In her company the party would never end,

Living life high, pouring pleasure all night,

Even in the broad daylight,

I could not take her out of my sight,

She put me to bed, kissed me good night,

Made my day’s tension a bit light,

People said she might steal my voice,

I ridiculed them by saying,

Nectar can only be smooth,

You people can’t resist my poise,

Hence you make all the noise,

When I lost my first music contract,

I could not react,

She seemed the only one with whom I could interact,

She was always there by my side,

In joy & sorrow,

Till my life became hollow,

To keep her by my side,

I sacrificed all I had,

One fine day doc tells me,

If she stays, I go,

We both can’t live together,

She had to leave me one fine day,

Not before she had taken everything away.

Warrior Princess!

She fights the black, cold, dark midnight,

With a smile on her face,

Like a candle in middle of a desert storm,

Flickering and fighting her way,

 Against the fierce & intimidating winds,

Resolute and strong,

When the world gives up on her,

She has the tenacity to see us through the daylight,

Fighting in the dark giving us light,

Luminescence of freedom is brighter than millions of torches

Burnt by a tyrant,

Just for a cause,

Just to protect our soles from blazing,

A reply to all that effort is,

“Born to make you happy!”

Born to give them hope,

Who have no one to fall back on,

Burning herself in the process,

In the start it seemed like a lost battle,

But she spared her tears to shed them on the enemy’s grave,

The enemy is mighty and strong,

But she has a strong belief that freedom shall come along,

There is no retreat, there is no surrender,

Fighting against all odds,

The dark king plays all the tricks in his book,

Never showing his face on the battlefield,

He used diplomacy to core,

Assigns his best general to fight against the lone unequipped princess,

They wish to steal her kingdom, freedom and everything she had!,

By tricking her all the way,

They spun a web and catch her on the wrong foot,

But they chose the wrong nemesis,

She decided to fight and get everything right,

The able general was the face of Dark King in the battle,

But how did it matter,

 She was on a roaring rampage of revenge,

For her vengeance was only to teach enemy a lesson,

Lesson not to steal from those seem to be weak,

She matched the enemy strength to strength,

And the general seemed to be losing despite of the backing & the might,

The Dark King decides to retreat,

He beheads his own General,

Just to keep his face,

To which our princess replied,

“That s what separates darkness and light,

I can willfully die for my men, whereas you can kill”,

The dark king apologized,

He took a retreat,

Princess forgive him saying,

“There is no bigger punishment than dodging guilt”,

She shall always fight against tyrants,

Always inspire us to take arms against the suppressors of freedom.