Unfriendly friends!

Slowly I rise, trying to reach the shore ahead,

High I swing, curvaceous as I’ve ever been,

With all my energy I dart forward,

Excited and enthusiastic like I’m always seen.

But none knows the real me,

I’m lonesome ,to no place I belong,

The shore never embraces me,

The sea too hates me strong.

Myriad like me,under the sea,

Struggling hard to be owned ,

the only thing that binds us is,

the friends for which we moan.

I love the shore,

It's the hope which keeps me alive.

I also love the sea,

It shelters me and thats where I dive.

Had shore kept me for herself,

I wouldn't have rouse again.

Had sea kept me for herself,

I would've lived in her with no pain.

All have such unfriendly friends,

its a pity if you don't,

Make sure you find one

to keep yourself going,

Otherwise I bet you wont :)

Suicide!

One day I sat,staring out of the window,
watching this world pass me by,
I thought theres nothing to live for,
I almost broke down and cried.

Why do things go against my will,
I cursed myself very bad.
Everything in life that happens to me,
depresses me, it makes me sad.

Headed to a tall cliff to jump off it,
my legs very swift and thoughts plain.
Then I saw him limping all the way,
selling balloons with a leg in pain.

Walked to a store to buy venom,
my throat very dry and thoughts plain.
Then I saw him charming a snake,
to get its poison for some unworthy gain.

"Last try!",I thought.I hurried home
for an electric shock with thoughts still plain.
On the way I saw a house with no lights,
deep in dark they were,yet happiness to remain.

To live is to compromise,to live is to take risks,
To live is to hope,I learnt it now.
I started living afresh,
with thanks to the One above!

Drops!

Drops of water dripping down slow,
They dont really know where to go!

Born in the darkest and deepest place,
Gushing out unstopped with low a pace.

Washing away the unwanted as they move on,
Leaving behind a trace from where they've gone.

Special they are, for they never flow back,
Short and has no goal-Weird is their track.

True to the name-they're called as tears,
Deep inside the heart, each drop does pierce.

Joyous are cries of the vast blue skies,
Gloomy is rain of two small misty eyes.

PS:

1.      Could not leave the poem on such a sad note. So , ending it this way:-
Precious are tears, just like the heavenly rain,
treasure them inside with a rainbow on lips to sustain.

2.     If you know a great site for online poetry(Rules for writing poetry,characteristics of a poem or collection of some good poems) , Please let me know.

What NOT to do on a rainy day!

What should you do on a rainy day?
Never ask your granny,is the first thing I'll say.
All this happened in the first week of august,
The climate was a mixture of both rain and gust.

I saw that the rain was coming down fast,
I thought to myself-How long will this last?
For hours,I roamed around in my room.
Each minute passed and I started feeling gloom.

How to come out of this?-I had no clue.
I gave up and asked my grandma what to do.
She said,"You make me the happiest grandma alive,
Bring your brother home-Off you drive!"

On my sweet scooty,I started off to school,
successfully crossing each little pool.
As luck would have it, I fell into one,
Thanked Heavens, for I was seen by none.

Injured my leg for I hit a gravel,
Said sorry to myself and resumed my travel.
I reached the school and waited for him.
Stood there for 2 long hours with an aching limb.

Back home was safe, no landing in puddles,
My brother embraced me,just the way he cuddles.
Shocked I was, "Havent you been to school?"
"Today is sunday!", happily he said cool.

Then I realized that she hadn't sent me to school.
It dint struck me then for I am a real fool.
I shouted at my granny for the incomplete order,
She gave a lecture on how to listen to ppl proper.

What I've learnt?-Heres the clue.
Never ask your granny what to do.
PS: 1. The post sounds opposite to the title.  Pun here is intended.

Samvedana!

If your heart weeps,
when you see someone in pain,
If a light in you wells up to help,
Then you mustn't refrain.

Those souls need a loving touch,
a friendly smile and a soothing word or two,
Thats all the comfort they need,
But its offered only by few.

If strong is empathy in you,
and it compels you to aid,
Feel great for its wonderful
this feeling that God has made.

Those times when caring is hard,
you must give it anyway.
For we belong to here  to save them,
A helping hand you must lend everyday.

Come join us in doing good,
Better late than never,
Little drops make a big ocean,
and we shall grow this way forever.

A smile on their lips,
is the fuel that keeps us on run.
Reaching more and more of them,
With a tribute to every heart we won.

Team-Samvedana will be the chariot,
and all of us its wheels,
Remember a helping hand is better
than a praying soul that kneels!

http://team-samvedana.org

Wounded heart!

Off you go and I'll never see you again,
Leave my heart and let it moan in pain.
Don't call this love, for you'd never really know,
Gloom and gloom all over ,usurping me very slow.

My eyes went misty for every word you spoke,
Tears were of joy ,of which my heart did choke.
My eyes are still misty,now that I know whats true.
Tears today are of sorrow, all because of you.

Queer it seems, the world that is outside.
I'm seeing it anew with a burning heart inside.
Eyes that saw only you ,can't take this anymore.
"Let alone the world, we wont open ",they swore.

Lips that talked of you and only of you,
stopped talking ever,sick of everything that is blue.
Ears which heard your sweet voice,
now cannot bear a note too, everything seems a noise.

Wounded heart is all I have, a wound that never heals.
It can hear only you who hurt it and tell you how it feels.
It always sees you in itself and makes a wish daily,
Hoping that you'd come back and love it this time truly.

PS: By God's grace, I am no way related to this post. I wrote this to  have a post in the genre "compassion",one of the 9 emotions.

Placement blues!

Clad in formals,
resumes in hand.
Different from normals,
unique they stand.

Early in the mornings,
before the dawn,
They rise to rise,
with their self-confidence on.

Written exams or interviews,
whatsoever it may be,
they're prepared for all that ensues,
Determined they're, you see.

May come a hurdle in way,
Ready they are for it.
Only after dark comes a day,
why lose hope when none's unfit?

Victory is really lazy,
luck drives it all along.
hardwork pays off quicker,
it makes our self-trust strong.

With the above in mind,
They are for it in the race.
All of them will reach the end,
what only matters is the pace.

Those still on the ground,
shouldn't lose faith.
Wishing all the luck ahead,
Sweet it should be-The fruit of your wait!

PS: 1. Congrats to one and all who has got placed till now!

2. UG2k5 Rocks! :D