Among the crowd

Among the crowd, my soul looks for a lonely veer,
Lying alone the heart laments there is no one near,
Like a soft tough of sunlight, a body seeks in the cold,
Like a small relief of shade, the traveler seeks on a desert road.

Priorities

At 10, I wish I will get some things,
14, I aspire to be someone,
16, I think I can change the world,
18, I want to do something,
22, I struggle to achieve something,
Today, I look for something I love
Try to find something I can give
And always wonder,
"How long does a priority live"

Maze

In the maze of life,
There are many questions,
Several answers to those many questions,
One right answer for which I strife,
Everyday a struggle, every moment a fight,
Between the good and the bad,
Between the wrong and the right

I need a smile

Here is something which I had written long back and forgotten. Sometime recently while going through my old notebooks, I bumped into this one... Thought would post this...

I need a smile...
A smile is all I need on your face.
A smile so gentle, a smile so pleasant,
A smile so beautiful,
It defies every other presence

A drop of rain on dry earth,
A speck of sunshine on cloudy sky,
If I were the earth, if I were the sky,
Your smile would be the one for which my heart will cry

Trust me when I say,
Worries will go,
Sorrows will never touch your lace,
But for that, A smile is all I need on your face.

Walking alone by the roadside

Walking alone by the roadside
I saw a face in the hide
A familiar face, a face I had somewhere seen
Before or long before, trying to trace I was keen

Where do you think my friend your life leads you
He had asked me something of which I had some or no clue
A mocking smile was all I could see
Before he vanished, in all the wide expanse it was only me

Perplexed I was
I again started walking
Thinking about the face
And the smile which was mocking

Walking by the road, walking past the trees
I felt a hand which made me freeze
A hand so soft, a touch so nice,
Only a friend's touch, nothing else I cried

I turned around, I could see none
The path ahead
The road behind
I was the only one

Spicy soft aroma,
Filled the whole space
Mother's recipe
The smell I tried to trace

My heart felt heavy and dry
A moment before I was to cry
A little angel appeared before me
Spreading her arms, she cuddled me

Soon I saw myself
In the midst of a fair
With all whom I love,
With all, for all whom I care

Far somewhere heard someone sing
Blues, oranges, red and pink
Live for the moment, moments after moments
Moments alone, moments with friends
Live happily, never ever cry
Until you die

Welcome to Chennai

I thought it was the most horrible place that I was going to. The journey from my place Bhopal to Chennai was pleasant however. It had to be. Sitting in an air-conditioned coach, the world outside looks good.

So, when I got down from the train, Chennai was not a bad place for me. I went to a railway station restaurant called the “Sarvana Bhavan”. Carrying two huge bags inside the restaurant was not an easy task. However I still managed to look at the walls beautifully decorated with photographs and paintings of Old Vintage style Rail Engines.

I found myself a decent place and sat down. While I was thinking, “Chennai is not as bad as I thought”, a heavy voice from behind said
“LUGGAAAAGE NOT HERE”
It was the voice of a waiter from behind. I politely got up and moved my luggage to a discreet corner.

I sat back and ordered for something called “Rawa Kichdi” and coffee. After some time a gentleman all dressed in white wearing a big “tilak” on the forehead came and sat on the chair opposite to me. “Unn Dosaaa” he said to the waiter who nodded and left. Five minutes later, the waiter came back with a big “masala dosa”. It was really huge.

In the meanwhile I had finished my “kichdi”. I thought its better not to disturb a person having breakfast, so avoiding to look into his face, I tried to have some more view of the railway station through the glass panel on my left. It was a wonderful morning. I smelt the sweet fragrance of “mogra”. Anxiously trying to locate the source of the smell I turned around to see that a lady wearing a “gajra” had entered the place. How is Chennai so pleasant this time? ……………….Wondering about the same I turned to look through the glass panel again but in the process couldn’t avoid myself from looking at the gentleman sitting opposite to me.

Something had changed. The man’s face was not the same, rather it was the same but had devastated look. It looked as if the “dosa” had burst in his face littering all the yellow and brown ingredients on his face. I saw his hands; he had really indulged himself into the act of eating or had dug his way through the “dosa”. It was not at all a pleasant site for me. Probably this was not enough for the moment… I was already appalled so very much but to add to it, next came a big burp from his mouth and all the sweet fragrance of “mogra” was engulfed, swallowed, overcome by the smell of rotten “sambhar and dosa”
The next I heard was the voice of the waiter saying “Your coffee Sir..” . Now I was in no great mood of having a coffee or rather even sitting at the place, but since I had to pay for it I anyways drank it in one big gulp as much as I could and moved out to pay the bill.

While going out of the restaurant, I saw the gentleman(the same burp-man) nicely tossing his coffee between two containers.

“Welcome to Chennai my friend”, I said to myself...