My School's Christmas

It was the real Christmas,
the Christmas of my school,
when we used to warm our hands,
besides the sparkling burning fuel.

The Christmas Bells were real,
even the heart could listen to the sound,
the prayers were real,
even the very li'l ones knelt on the ground.

The Christmas Carols were real,
even Jesus was forced to hum,
the singing had the frequency,
to make our body numb!

And the Santa wasnt any actor,
it was Saint Nicholas for us,
an the whole lot imagined,
he had just landed from his airbus.

Believe me it was real Christmas,
Still I can feel the warmth of the burning fuel,
but my hands get cold,
coz those days are gone,I am no more in my school.

Still the bells ring in my ears,
but my heart refuses to hear them,
and this intelligent mind tells me,
those are not tinkled for you anymore,man!

I listen the Carols on TV,
but my body doesnt become numb,
someone tells me its because,
Jesus has ceased to hum.

No more Santa and the wrappers,
the wrappers wrap only sorrow,
no one can get back those days,
no body can fill all thats gone hollow.

and here I sit beside the window,
waiting for the past to return,
and still when the dawn breaks,
I wait for that old Christmas Sun!

Akul Sharma

I dont Cry..

I dont cry,
but I dont know why,
tears come out of my eyes.

Still the dust is there,
and the clouds come near,
but the rain refuses to pour.

Still the blood is flowing,
and its growing,
but the heart refuses to beat.

Still the the eyes are shut,
and I dont know why but,
the mind refuses to sleep.

Still there is air,
and the sea is so near,
but the world refuses to live!

Akul Sharma

Look at the bird which flies

Look at the bird which flies,
Humming from the far skies,
You know it is alone,
Its co-chirpers left long ago!


Still it laughs for nature,
It sings for all other creatures,
For those who love its song,
Which never makes things go wrong .

Look at the flower in full bloom,
Its sister was plucked by a gal for her room,
Still it dances for the wind from the moon,
And it blushes for the honey-bee every noon!

Look at the poor old tree,
The gale took away all his lovely leaves,
Yet he shelters every being,
Who are hiding from the nature or the mighty human beings!

Now look at you my dear pal,
How sad you are,
You have lost nothing yet you weep,
What is it that has hurt you so deep?

Everyone who lives has to lose,
Life has both brightness and gloom,
You just have to stick to joy,
Don’t become conditions’ toy.

From the reflections I have told you,
You have got things to do,
Don’t cry, don’t be so sad,
Life is good, it isn’t so bad.

Even if you lose your dear things,
You remember my saying,
Even when you are sad, there is someone,
Who wants to see you happy, with your life full of sun .

Laugh for them,
Sing for them.
Dance for them,
You can’t cry before them.

That’s nature’s rule you know,
Be happy, and make others so,
Coz happiness is very rare,
Please don’t lose it in some worthless tears.

Akul Sharma

Dedicated to all those who have lost their beloved ones in the terror attack last year!

Frodo on Gandalf's death

I tell my tears to stop,
but they wont,
how could you leave me,
how do I believe you are gone.

I cant feel the snow beneath me,
there is a river of sadness,
I am crying,I am dying,
oh the brightness here is so less.

Sam,my friend,
you tell me why did Gandalf go,
or has he really gone?
or pretends to do so,oh no!

wont we have any more fireworks
back home in Shire?
come back Gandalf,
I am sick,I am sobbing,I am tired!

dont you wish to smoke,
pipe weeds with me and Bilbo?
wont you miss the hobbits?
would the sun ever grow?

the fellowship has,
strength no more,
I hate the ring,its so evil,
my sea has no shore.

if you are listening,
Oh dear Gandalf,
please come back to us,
my heart has lost its half!

Mornie Utuli!


Akul Sharma

Baseless Dreams

Baseless dreams

"One fine day my son will be the king",
smiled the beggar as she kissed her little one,
and the big dreamy eyes of the child,
saw himself as the owner of the throne.

"Baseless dreams",
said the old man pointing his stick,
laughing and crying at the same time,
"Child,be the king before I become too sick"

these baseless dreams were dreamed by many mothers,
but this mother-son pair was unique,
for them dreams were not baseless,
they believed in the myths of the Greek.

the king of their lands was a mighty person once,
but light of power made him mad,
his sword swayed his mind and heart,
everybody said "The kings is bad"

and this little kid grew,
with a crown on his head(dreaming),
he worshipped his dream,
his bond with it was amazing.

He grew and joined the king's warmen,
and seeing his special skills,
the majesty himself trained him,
to slit the throats,to ascend the tall grills.

The boy made him win many conquests,
he was trained just as the king,
and to the depressed soldiers he told,
he told them everything.

"I will be your new king people",
and he said that with his eyes full of gleam,
cruelty of this cruel king will end,
but the soldiers shouted "baseless dreams"

this time the boy was really hurt,
"this is it,the time is here",
he entered the kingdom's decision room,
and he was welcome with cheers.

"ask my son,ask for whatever you want",
and this king shall give it to you,
"all I want my Lord,is a fight,
and my Lord I want that fight against you"

"Promise me as a true king",
"promise me that whoever wins the battle,
shall be the true ruler of people,
and the other shall shatter"

The king had no choice but to agree,
for the boy had made him promise,
both the warriors made their swords alive,
and flattered the weapon with a kiss.

they fought and the public watched,
"Baseless dreams",said the masses,
the fight was fierce,swords were loud,
people watched the show from their attics.

In the end he won,
he who deserved it,
the one with fresher blood,
one who deserved the special seat.

the king wasnt killed,
rather he just faced death,
the bravery of the boy made him melt,
and he became a great king,until his last breath.

the boy was made the next king,
and the news rushed through the town,
the boy became the new king,
he bore the emperor's crown.

he called a counsel for li'l kids,
all with big dreamy eyes,
one day all of you will rule,
one fine day all of you will rise.

remember no dream is baseless,
no dream is too big,
there is no such thing in this world as,
"BASELESS DREAMS"

The A-league

1st day and nervousness took control,
all the older mates,
all were diverged,
still being a libran,
hope was there for new comrades.

and there I had this person,
we became good friends,it was still the 1st day,
maths was as usual brutal,
rest were good to pass away.

and yet another good buddy,
and I found he is almost a mirror to me,
the A-league was formed,
members only three.

the latest one is a person,
I knew him before,
but never knew he had all the qualities of A-League,
taking the count to four.

together we roam,
murder the one who waits for none(time),
there may be plenty of posers,
but the prestige of us is prime.

and we sing for every delicacy we see,
You're so beautiful,
so damn beautiful,
and to every couple we say "lucky fools".

still being single is fun,
atleast for a lassie we dont have to run,
some absurd people have already submitted themselves,
Man! they dont have anything for SELF.

and here is our troupe the A-league,
the world looks up for counsel,
we are the Godfathers,
our enemies ring our bells.

Never dare to test us,
whatever we are,we are better than you,
have you ever seen your face to face us?
go away,shoo,shoo,shoo!



Akul Sharma

I am eighteen

m waiting for the clock to turn 12,
and m watching on the shelve,
my portraits of several times,
an then m lost in the melody of the wind chimes.

and I reach my childhood(dreaming),
and I see my giggling and sobbing,
it mesmerizes everyone,
and my everything seems so much fun.

then I reach a later stage,
my 1st school,my 1st new way,
I am missing my home badly,
"Ma'am send me back dats the only plea".

I am 13,my teenage starts,
I learn new words,I learn new arts,
I share topics with friends,speak less at home,
I start to realise I can write nice poems.

2 years and I am grown up more,
facial hair are there,things go directly to my heart's core,
Girls are friends,gender war is closed,
my length is long,and voice has become hoarse.

Oh m seventeen,
and I know why sea is blue and trees are green,
Music has become passion,
though I am still not interested in fashion!

and suddenly the clock strikes the time,
its the day of the creator of fire,its my time,
I am adult,I have reached the age,
now m a free bird,though m still in the cage.

I am eighteen,
there is something I am,there is something I mean,
"I feel like the king of the world"
"Happy Birthday"today these are my words...


Akul Sharma

The 00 Gang

Its exam time,
and I am writing rhymes,
coz I am sure of my fate,
its 0's day,
and I'll love to wear,
a 0 on my answer sheet.

I'll strive to get,
its difficult I bet,
but I am sure I'll bang,
coz m the part of the 00 gang.

Its atom's test,
dunno a F**k bou' that
thus I say to 0,
you are my favourite guest.


I'll strive to get,
its difficult I bet,
but I am sure I'll bang,
coz m the part of the 00 gang.

There is some C language,
God knows what it is,
why not A,B before it?
this is crazy,this is shit..
but all we can do is regret.

I'll strive to get,
its difficult I bet,
but I am sure I'll bang,
coz m the part of the 00 gang.

Its exam time,
and I am writing rhymes,
coz I am sure of my fate,
its 0's day,
and I'll love to wear,
a 0 on my answer sheet.

I'll strive to get,
its difficult I bet,
but I am sure I'll bang,
coz m the part of the 00 gang.

You are so vain!

You are so vain,
You make me go insane,
and I dont wanna let you go.

You are so vain,
You gimme so much pain,
but I dont wanna let you go.

but if you leave me,
I wont die believe me,
I wont even cry BABY!
I would just dance,dance,dance YEAH!!

You are so vain,
You drain my brain,
but I dont wanna let you go.

If I am tha one who leaves you,
dont stick to me like a glue,
we cant go together-forever,
though we dream that-no matter,
and then we would just dance,dance,dance YEAH!

You are so vain,
You make me go insane,
and I dont wanna let you go.

You are so vain,
You gimme so much pain,
but I dont wanna let you go.


Akul Sharma

Last Day

If it is the last day,
I wish to climb the the highest peak,
and wish to play with the wind,
an exciting game of hide and seek.

If it is the last day,
I wish to kiss the flowing river,
and lying down under a blanket of snow,
I would love to shiver.

If it is the last day,
I wish to get the moon and stars,
and to gladly display them,
on the window of my car.

I dont wish to touch the rose,
but to feel the the thorns,
so that they get an answer,
to why they were born.

If it is the last day,
I wish to stand in the scorching sun,
and to slowly walk on broken pieces of glass,
which are liked by none.

I wish to race the tiger,
and ride a horse,
and to enter the graveyard,
to lie down on a corpse.

If it is the last day,
I would love to be crazy,
I am not fast;yes I am slow,
but I love to be lazy.

If it is the last day ,
I want to see the world,
borrowing the wings of,
the very lovely bird.

I am not stupid,
I am not mad,
neither I am happy,
nor my poem is sad.

just the things I wish to do,
before the last sunset,
and this would be the perfect ending,
really perfect I bet.

Akul Sharma

Fan Song for KK's birthday

Trees start dancing,
birds start romancing,
his voice is just mesmerizing

fire starts burning,
ice starts melting,
his voice is just mesmerizing

and on this day,
he was born,
and the musical breeze,
was blown

we start jumping,
we start clapping,
his voice is just mesmerizing

our hearts start pumping,
body parts shaking,
his voice is just mesmerizing


and we wish a very happy birthday,
to the superstar,
and we wish a great life,
to the rockstar.


God starts smiling,
and showers his blessings,
his voice is truly mesmerizing

HAppy Birthday KK
may you SING forever...

Chirpy-the endangered bird

Here I fly,
fly with the wind,
and I fly alone,
because people say my parents are extinct.

I am the only one of my kind,
and I feel proud,
wherever I go,
I manage to gather crowd.

From the blue sky above,
I fly into the deep blue sea,
and as I fly I give a kiss,
to every lovely green tree.

I have no fear,
but I fear the men,
they can kill me,
not sure where and when.

As they killed my parents,
as the people say,
it was man who blew the wind,
with which they got away.

They use their kites,
to cut our wings,
doesnt God know,
they do such things?

They love to hunt,
and pierce our lungs,
I would have managed to stop them,
only if I had a toungue.

In the biology lab,
they slit our throats apart,
dont they have mercy,
to use us for art and craft.

Thus,though I fly,
though I am free,
though I fly,
from tree to tree.

I fear the men,
and I know they would make me slain,
As they killed my parents,
as the people say.

Akul Sharma

WHY WAS MAN CREATED?

The priest sat down and prayed,
and for the next few weeks he remained seated,
because he wanted to know,
"why was man created?"

was he created to be happy to be born,
or to be sad to die?
was he created to gain and laugh,
or to lose and cry?

was he created to be your servant,
and follow your orders?
or to become a demi-god,
and create borders?

was he created to fall from mountains,
or to drown in the sea?
O master of all,
please answer me!

and finally God came,
"child open your eyes,
i have come here after,
feeling your heart and hearing your cries!

to all the questions you asked,
no is my reply,
because man was created,
niether to laugh nor to cry!

Now i will narrate you a story,
about why man was created,
you take a deep breath,
and be seated.

when i created this universe,
earth became my favourite creation,
but i had no one ,
to give me appreciation!

thus,i created the wind,
it blew and saw all parts of my masterpiece,
but a thought came to wind's mind,
and disturbed its mind's peace!

the wind said that it had felt the beauty of earth,
but what about the beauty of its own,
thus on the surface of earth ,
mountains were grown.

after some time,
it were the mountains who got the thought,
who on this earth will see ,
the beauty they had got.

The mountain said ,"The wind blows,
all over the earth but not near me,
please create someone to be,
impressed by me"

and thus i created water bodies,
as oceans and seas,
but even at that point,
my tension did'nt sieze.

one day the sea said, "mountain has,
his eyes too high,
please create someone who can,
see my beauty by my side"

and hence came the trees,
and within some days they started making a fuss,
"sea and wind are busy and mountains are high,
so who will acclaim us?"

then were born,
the birds who could fly,
and the animals,
who could laugh and cry!

"we are all different,
some have heavy feet some have light wings,
but we have no brains to differentiate b/w us,"
said the lion king.

And thus my son,
was born the animal with brain,
who recognized uniqueness in everyone,
during his long reign.

The priest asked,
"then who sees the man's beauty,"
God laughed and said,
this is why on you men I have pity.

Your beauty is seen by,
the wind you pollute,
and it is seen by,
the trees you uproot.

its seen by the seas which you dry,
by the mountains which are turning blunt,
and by the sweet animals ,
whom you hunt.

The priest held his head down,
and felt ashamed,
he was a member of the community,
which was the most blamed.

But the priest was satisfied,
because he completed his probe,
he now knew man was created,
to know the globe.

Man's life is complete,
if he sees,
God's creations such as,
mountains,trees and seas.

A human mostly,
remembers a human after his death,
but the creations of God remember only those,
who appreciate them till their own last breath.



Akul Sharma

CHEMISTRY OF LIFE

There is an exothermic reaction,
Which one once heated does’nt require,
Because it emits much energy,
To carry on reaction fine and neat..

Same way,in your life,
When you are once boosted by your elders,
You carry on your life on your own,
And keep building wonders..

There is a displacement reaction,
Where the strong element displaces the weaker..

Similarly , many forces will come in your life,
To displace you from your family,
But you have to remain strong like potassium,
And continue your life boldly and truly..

Don’t make relationships like the co-valent bond,
Which breaks up easily,
But like the strong electrovalent bond,
And live your life………..

Tthere is a reaction between acid and base,
To form salt and water,combine your worries and happiness,
And about past and future,you don’t even bother..

Electroplating is a process,
In which the inferior metal is plated by the superior metal,
Same way electroplate your inferiority,
And superiorly lead your life – settled..

In your life you should,
Undergo substitution and addition reactions,
Because this will help you in your life,
To substitute the bad and add good habits and actions..

Lastly remember human body,
Is solid but sublime,
With the body are burnt all acts,
Whether noble or crime..

The lullaby of mother

The lullaby of mother
He loved his mother,
His mother loved him,
Their love was huge,
And full till the rim.

One lullaby of his mother,
Had touched his heart,
Even in his pram,
He learnt half of its part.

The lullaby stated:-
“The child is the gift of god,
So the mother is the wrapper,
Their love in between ties their bond.”

It continued:-
“Neither the mother can live without the child,
And if a child loses his mother,
he would go wild.

The mother feeds a child,
From her breast,
She works and works for him,
Devoid of any rest.

But the child grows,
Is swayed by his wife,
Overlooks and abuses,
The one who saved his life.

So my child,
I believe in you,
You would love me,
Even if I go blue.

The child grew and loved the song,
He understood it and respected it as a hymn,
But in the war of weapons,
The child lost his mother and the mother lost him.

The boy became a man,
And excelled in melody,
And he married his darling,
Lass in tunic.

He went for his concert,
Signing many autographs,
He was accompanied by his lad,
And his own better half.

He made a mistake,
A mistake too crucial,
He forgot his song,
On seeing a feminine beggar in wrinkles.

He sang the hymn,
A hymn that he loved,
He received a loud shout approval,
And the beggar he hugged.

When their bodies touched,
He realized that the beggar was none other,
Than his parted soul,
His mother.

Then suddenly stopped,
The heart beat he felt,
He gave a cry,
And his icy eyes started to melt.

He removed his hat,
The hat made of leather,
A fierce storm,
Was the sign of weather.

He was returning,
Returning after bidding adieu to his mother in tears,
He was caught in storm,
And he met what mortal humans most fear.

REQUEST TO READERS

HI READERS,
I AM HAPPY THAT YOU READ MY POEMS AND THIS MAKES ME WRITE MORE.
BUT THERE IS A REQUEST THAT PLEASE VISIT HERE REGULARLY BEACUSE I WRITE POEM ON PAPER 1ST AND THEN TYPE HERE.IT MAY TAKE ME MORE TIME TO GET ALL MY POEMS HERE.
BECAUSE MY OWN FAVOURITE ARE STILL TO BE POSTED.SO DO VISIT ONCE IN A FORTNIGHT.
THANKING YOU!
YOURS FAITHFULLY,
AKUL SHARMA

THE GRAVEYARD

above the dead earth,
dead flowers were spread,
below the dead earth,
lived the dead.

the residents of this graveyard,
once lived above the earth,
but their souls divorced their bodies,
and went away for rebirth.

with a heart a heart that did not beat,
with a mind which did not worry,
after certain rituals,
beneath the earth they were buried.

under the earth,
they could see the roots,
of the trees and plants,
of which they ate fruits.

they could hear the voice,
of cars they once used,
and they could smell,
all their favourite perfumes.

the nature they used to enjoy,
was restricted to the ugly brown mud,
and the flowers they enjoyed blooming,
sent down only their dead buds.

in the breezy nights,
they couldnt see any moon,
they thought the sun was dead,
even in the sharp noon.

they were sad,
and thought they were the most diseased,
because they couldnt enjoy,
the world's fantasies.

but they realised very soon,
that their comfort had no measure,
only because they all lacked,
the poisoning world's pleasure.

on all the living earthlings,
then they had a pity,
because all the alive humans,
possesed nothing but worry.

AKUL SHARMA

YOU WERE NOT BORN TO........

……You were born not to gather shame,
But to gain name and fame
You were born not to fail and cry,
But to try, try and try
You were born not to be afraid of leaking of your secrets,
But to get the highest peak set
You were not born to be barred by rain,
But to try and climb the most rough terrain
You were born not to be afraid of death,
But to work until your last breath
Akul Sharma

QUESTION

In the day I think,
In the night I sink into my bed,
And then my face goes red.
The day goes hopeless,
And the nights are sleepless,
The sky seems red,
While the rose seems blue,
The question in my mind,
Would confuse even you.
Ask this to a girl,
A tear would roll down her cheek,
Ask this to a boy,
He wouldn’t be able to speak.
This question is a mystery,
Which surely was asked in history,
It might have melted the hearts of,
The emotionless kings,
and stunned the lovely bird which sings.
This is a question which almost kills the heavy elephant and the tiny bee,
The question if asked from ur loved ones :-
CAN YOU LIVE WITHOT ME?

SEASONS OF INDIA

The season is summer,
When you want to touch the floor,
it is the season which would open,
all windows and doors.

This season is of mango,
The king of all fruits,
The clothes become lose and thin,
After the winter’s tight heavy suits.

With the sun overhead,
The rich under their cooler’s angrily lay,
But the poor under their straw huts,
Remain happy and gay.

After three months of scorching sun,
Comes the mild autumn,
The leaves begin to fall,
And drunkards open their rum.

There are no more ripe mangoes,
And the clothes become full sleeved shirts,
And the brown leaves over earth,
Seems like flowers on the graves of the hurt.

The sun is not exactly overhead,
And the coolers have no use,
“we would soon have to come out,”
warmers are of the view .

then comes the winter,
the season of ‘ice’,
everyone wants to hibernate,
whether human or mice.

The angry warmers are taken out,
And disinfected under the sun,
“Wear your pullover throughout”,
mom tells her teenage son.

The sun becomes horizontal,
And there are no mangoes to eat,
The farmers make preparation,
For the cultivation of wheat.

Then comes the spring,
The best season of all,
The flowers bloom,
And the insects begin to crawl.

The ice melts,
Sun proves its existence,
But the alternate hot and cold whether,
Weakens the body’s resistance.

The cities become orchards,
The country looks like a painted scenery,
The roads are beautiful,
And my India is full of greenery.

THE MONK

There was a great monk,
Whose followers consisted a whole nation,
But every day in his place,
there developed a deep situation..

“Where is God??”, asked one,
“Yes, show us God!!”,
said another follower,
and he was followed by everyone’s nod..

Tired the monk, sat one day,
With his god he had a talk,
“Help me oh! God!!”,
exclaimed the monk..

God told told him,
What to do,
To satisfy the thirst,
Of his followers’s long queue..

Next day what his followers heard,
They couldn’t believe,
Because they were going to see,
What they wanted to see..

They were going to see ,
The master of all spirits,
They were going to see the one,
The world lies under whose belt..

The mink told he has trapped God,
And kept him in cage,
And he told them,
To keep discipline and control in their rage,,

When they entered the temple,
The cage had nothing but a body’s bleeding part,
When they neared the cage,
It was a heart..

Surprised, the monks saw each other,
But they remembered of the page,


The page read “ I did this!”
“I did this because my God told me,
I did this to show you,
What you wanted to see”

“God is nowhere else,
but in my heart’
and not only in mine,
he is in everyone’s heart..”

the monks stood there,
all satisfied,
Our master was great,
They all cried!!..