Mathematics

Start with counting numbers

one plus one is two

Add up high , go to bigger numbers

after walking few miles , it'll be difficult to move


Then comes complex calculations

sin square ,cos square ,square root and lot

Journey from now is draped with tensions

Solve more and be the genius of the street


You think you know its mighty tricks ?

not so soon it is just the start

Exams question your hard-earned basics

and again you'll start


Its easy to mug up the value of pi

than sit and derive how and why

axioms you prefer , as your experience evolve

but only the theorems are thrown for you to solve


You then conclude its not your forte

all you need is a degree to earn green-backs

This is a sea , night-outs, copy slips etc ..your boat

Once the shore is reached , sell all heavy hard-backs



But future laughs at you , your kid fail in its test

and you get furious, hypocrisy at its best

mathematics itself is a hard task master

Its with you forever , you like or hate it

all through your life and may be beyond it

Confessions of a serial liar

Covering up a lie leads to hundred more

so goes my childhood lesson


It found it's place in my heart's core

Expanding the horizons of my mind

adoloscensce gave me a friend "reason"

as my childhood slowly vanished in the trend


defiance of rules

confusing thoughts

Suddenly new world embarrassed my old habits

Love or is that lust?

or infatuation at its best?

Awareness of beauty improved within me


In that beautiful phase

to impress others, I chose

'sweet lie' as a fashion

first divergence of my old "Lesson"


That's only the start of the matters

my friend "reason" as a guide he stood

Sharing every moment of youthful years

and taking me to coveted adulthood


I started the race

to reach the summit

to save and earn surplus

to secure social status

never caring to look back


Each step of this is a challenge

a hurdle, a road block and a maze

Always this "lie" , the catalyst of change

with it even the failures can be shrouded as success


So the more I started to lie,

in a beautiful veil called "reason"

the more it became a habbit

and a self inflicted treason


One day I stopped to see

how far I reached in the sojourn

God !! I could'nt find me

or the race or the charms, am alone

All my life implied simply

that I ran a race that had in it none



The fault is not of the "reason "

but mine is faulty reasoning

I used it, as my ease dictated,

never caring what it truly stated.


The masks I wore, the lies I told

The truths I snubbed, taught me a lesson

it is so old and also long told

but to say this again my life has valid reason

that telling one lie demands hundred more and...

perhaps many more!

( started this small , but it became this large  :-))  )

Having some one to listen

My grandpa says

It's luck to have someone to listen to him at his age


When breathing itself becomes a daunting chore

when thoughts of past bury you in their cage

when all his talk is thought as just a bore

It's luck to have someone to listen to him at his age


when strength dwindles and bones grow weak

when walking a mile is a marathon

when all he loves is to let his heart speak

It's luck to have someone to listen to him at his age


when all these years he listened patiently

to the wishes and needs of his family

In this lap of his life, he says simply

It's luck to have someone to listen to him at his age


One day he's gone, old man to his final sleep

stories untold, were left to vacant air

whenever a breeze blows past me whistling

I hear him speaking to me there.
 
(another of my work published in "your space" of museindia.com)

Spartans

I heard that once this earth carried few souls who bow to none for they value their heads

       more than any jewel.......more than any rival.......this tale of them

          stands tall,that once their foe warned them of ghastly deeds
                            
                             and hell if they win over them.

                                   They just replied,

                                            "IF"
 
first line - 10 feet , next line - 8 feet  and so on ... at last the last line shows they are true Spartans as they use their words very wisely and chooses few words over long sentences .... That "IF" it self speaks volumes of their courage and self-respect ...

Sonnet to Boredom

Mind wandering places lifeless and dry

Purpose, nebulous and end out of gaze.

It's not submission, it's not silent rage.

It's as shrill as the voiceless big cry.


As vain as the stygian starless empty sky,

As deep as the desert's midday mirage.

As clear as the map of a mis-leading maze.

As high as the wee fish of ocean fly.


Ostensibly none knows this a problem,

It's the mother of whole human ruckus.

Burned-out brain, it's inveterate victim.


Men under its spell get mended useless.

Born as an orphan, nobly hailed as "boredom".

It's embodiment of lurking sickness.
 
 
( This work of mine is published in museindia (Your space section))