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