Curious Tourist

This is my first ever poem which I penned down some 8 years back to recite in my school morning assembly. Music Music is my passion, Music is my life, It makes my thoughts go wild, But it can be very sweet and very mild. Sometimes music is so slow, But it helps the melody to flow. Music is ubiquitous in every country, But it is not made in any industry. Music originates from deep within our heart And, is just like a never stopping cart. To revel in music is quite peaceful which makes our soul pretty joyful. Music is rapidly growing day by day, As if, there is no time to stay. Music is just running like a train, which fills many good things in our brain. To be in the world of music is interesting, It seems as if our mind is resting. Music can only attract everyone, For it doesn’t have anything to repel anyone. Music is our passion, Music is our life.

When a mother decides to live... In the dark and gloomy chambers of a decrepit house, Lived a lady in tormenting fear and despair Her innocence forbidden her to rebel and grouse, Against the animal so wild and unfair An epitome of forgiveness and peace, She was a selfless and caring mother Angels were pretty; alas the animal never cared to bother A more sinister recipe was perhaps brewing in his fiendish pressure cooker That night was going to be long and dark Sun ran to the west leaving the dark chambers darker than ever A strange stillness presaged an extinguished lamp forever as the animal began to give shape to his plan in most diabolical manner It did something inconceivable to human race Its impeccably planned act left them with no time to brace Horribly woken from her nightmarish dream, she drowned in liquid fire It dissolved her eyes and ears – both – as she shielded her angels from the acidic ire At first it tasted acerbic, then

Lunatic Stardom Stars seem to be snobbish. They stay away, far far away from us. Perhaps to keep intact their dignity and status. Though they are bright and flashy, like diamond studded golden jewellery, they hardly exude warm generosity. What’s the use of all this light and energy, if night continues to be dark and gloomy? Learn from the moon-“Oh star will you?” Not having anything of its own, It borrows some light from another star. Rather, it steals some of the light, to help anyone in plight. It shows the way to an aimless vagabond, who lurks in darkness sans a friendly bond. As it lights up the trees and the nests, trying to dispel the darkness from here and there, It gives us hope and lots of hope that life is worth living every moment, that there are many paths and many choices, that there is always some light at the end of the dark tunnel.....

Poignant Memoirs of an Indian Pain and sorrow descended on Kashmir valley. Heavy tears of separation flowed incessantly. An outcome of a precipitous partition, fueled by a bitter Hindu-Muslim polarization. Begum Jaan parted from her only child. Her tears had probably frozen. Like a stone statue, she stood by the border, in deep solicitude for her lost daughter. Skirmishes and wars prolonged her wait. Not less than four decades later, she met her at last. She had lived imagining how her child’s voice would change over time. She heard her familiar voice and finally touched her. Her daughter cried with mixed emotions. She wanted to see her like she had left her as a child. Years of endless wait had made her weak and frail. She stood there, unable to see her daughter. Tears of anxiousness and longing, had perhaps drained her eyes of all the visible light. That night, she slept holding her hand, refusing to wake up the day after.

An ode to our pride Thick black stripes against a bright burning skin, Ears sensitive enough to pick up sound of dropping pin, Fearless roar and eloquent eyes with g l ittering spark, Sans this member, the forest is nothing more than a deer park. A spectacular creature so grand and canny, He is one of its kind among cats so many. Canines of Shark make him a vice predator. Muscles of Cheetah make him a swift runner. His gait is as proud and majestic as a royal king. He marks his authority with a roar loud and deafening. Having a demeanor of Hitler’s tyranny, he is at war with anyone intruding into his territory. He is ferocious, arrogant and not at all submissive. Alas, he is turning more and more elusive. Let us join hands to put an end to reckless poaching, to behold his royal magic and charisma once again unfolding.

Kargil Vijay Diwas A soldier never dies unless he is forgotten.Please remember this special day when Kargil was officially declared free of the Pakistani intruders.In fact we should celebrate every other day as the Kargil Vijay Diwas so that all those fearless Jawans remain in our hearts forever.  

My First Sketch A picture is worth a thousand words.If not thousand, the above sketch is surely trying to say a few words.