Scientist at Work

This is my favorite poem. As I belong to this fraternity...

At the heart of the city there lies a park,
A quiet lot of souls seem to be at work.

All unaware of the pitch and dark,
All very aware, but to make a mark.

You feel as if the whole idea is about to spill,
But the real feel has been rotten in the heat of euphoria and thrill.

It seems they are fighting with their own soul,
Agony has risen, but no one perfect to console.

Now the soul has forgotten the real purpose of life,
It’s now always in need of something new and something to thrive.

Awake, amend and don’t let the soul to go,
Learn too quickly that you don’t have many lives to throw.

Alas! They completely immerse in search of tranquility,
O! That’s a permanent display of temporary insanity.

They promise to secure other’s future,
But theirs own present is in such a bad texture.

Their mind pretend to explode with spark,
Beware!! All scientist are at work!!!

Nature's Call

Men sometimes find something to gaze,
But nature always has a lot to amaze.

Men think, he got hordes of ideas to pour,
But nature always throws a lot more to explore.

Men always in a mood to conquer,
But again the nature gives something to savour.

Men got into a habit to destroy,
But the nature offers much to enjoy.

Men will always be a loser,
But the nature never claims to be a winner.

Alas! The man has got a lot to learn,
Yet the nature is always in good term.

One day man is sure to decease,
Surely nature’s offer never to cease.

We all surely owe a pledge to offer,
Let don’t be nature to suffer.

Life is beautiful

The world itself is so beautiful
Just you have to find it;
Watch it and Feel it, but
Do not ever try to touch it.

The flower is so beautiful
Just you have to breed it;
Grow it and Enjoy it, but
Do not ever try to pluck it.

The creation is so beautiful
Just you have to conceive it;
Make it and Spread it, but
Do not ever try to break it.

The life itself is so beautiful
Just you have to control it;
Take it and Use it, but
Do not ever try to shake it.

Living with the Enemy

Co-operation, co-existence, harmony all sounds fantastic
But within that inner soul, lays a fanatic.
Poverty, sufferings, brutality prompts you try
But the heart-within roars, none is worth your tear,
As the one who is worth never makes you cry.
Eradicate corruption, stop confrontation, thou say the superpower,
Don’t you think self purification, shelve self is the need of hour?
Spirituality, originality, spontaneity should be the trick,
But opportunity, individuality, famous identity makes you freak.
Autocratic, hypocrite, theocratic and a lot more lies in queue,
I must say, the real enemy lies right within you!!!

Why do people write blogs?

Why to write a blog? I asked one of my friend..point blank! It's the in-thing now..dude..he shots back!! Yeah..sure..I nodded. Some writes to earn their living (this is an understatement..people have made millions!!)..some wants to spread some social message..some others wants to discuss things like their hobbies, experiences, to share their expertise blah blah..some just doesn't want to waste their money on PRO (go ask Amitabh, Aamir, Shahrukh and hoards of new bollywood stars)..few others have, as my friend with Psychology major calls it, Attention Seeking Personality Disorder (ASPD)...and she is sure to add half a billion people as her client by the next year..So make your own judgment and believe whatever you want..but one thing is for sure..All the people wants to start a blog..because they want to DO something..because they are not lazy..so if you want to start one..don't analyze why and ask too many questions..as Nike has put it so succinctly..Just Do It!!

My second poem

When you are emotional you want to do something. Some wants to remain alone, some watch movies, some screams, some eats (if you happen to believe Adnan Sami) and what I do? Sometimes I want to write poems. This happened actually when I was at IIT Kanpur. At that time there was a lot of excitement about the NASA Columbia mission as Indian born astronaut Kalpana Chawla was on her second mission (January 16, 2003). But unfortunately The STS-107 Columbia mission ended abruptly on February 1, 2003 when Space Shuttle Columbia and the crew perished during entry, 16 minutes prior to scheduled landing. It was such an emotional moment for me. During the build up of the mission I read so much about her that I started adoring and respecting her. And finally when this happened I felt really terrible. For others she is long gone, but for me she is still fresh in my memory. She would always be an inspiration for me for my whole life. The poem is a tribute to her.

A tribute to Kalpana Chawla

A sweet little child, gazing the star at night;
Thought come upon her, can she become herself a star?
The child has grown up, maturity has shown up;
Thoughts propel her to take aero, as the sky is in her neuro.
Here comes a big leap, she landed on a spaceship.
She distributed the entire gift, now the time comes to make a shift.
Her obligations are over; God wants to take her with a cover.
May God fulfill all wishes of her; she already has become a bright star!

Random thoughts

Coming back to name..I wonder why people give some weird name to their blog, user name etc. Don't they want to be known by their own name? Why do they want to remain anonymous? If there is so much joy in remain anonymous why at all we go great length to choose a name? But I am sure everybody wants to make a name for themselves in the real world. It's the virtual world only that people wants to remain anonymous. Otherwise, just imagine Noble foundation giving the noble prize to some anonymous person...how weird that will be!!