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
Friday, December 18, 2009
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
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
Thursday, November 26, 2009
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!
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!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
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
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
Monday, November 9, 2009
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"
"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"
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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
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
Friday, October 23, 2009
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
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
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