Ashes In My Rag

Original Date of Creation : 24/OCT/2k2

The lady who used to cook rice on a bon fire,
and her son used to eat from her hands, and admire;
She used to put da lil' kid, full in dreams,
and wakeup, at times, during nights to chk if he screams.

The kid waz da apple of da lady's eyes,
and had a huge dsire to fight for his nation and fly;
She too felt gud for him, but with fear, of the flight,
which wasn't b'cuz of the height, but the love for her son, so bright.

The destiny knocked on the door and the kid flew high,
he flew the jet like no1 else did, and all had a sigh;
waz honored 'The Best Fighter' medal, made the lady proud,
and cud see da wrinkled one crying amid da crowd.

War broke out and there was fire all over.
Shells and guns roaring, as fi they'd a hangovr.
Noone heard her calling for her son,
and, noone saw her attire burn in fire.

She was dying, yet felt no pain, only her love
for her son, whom she wanted in her arms before
she breathed her last and sank in da overcast,
Her cries were burried and she'd gone past da Gates.

I wonder why cudn't have I helped it, or had some1 to bother
b'cuz
that old lady, who died, was noone else, but My Mother.
I'm returning from her carnation, feeling sorry for da end, so vague.
She'll a'ways be wid me, I know, and so I move on.......
With her 'ASHES IN MY RAG'.

Me & My Jailmate

Original Date of Creation : 03/OCT/2K1

It was raining when I entered da jailgate,
'n was astonished by da wlecome given by my jailmate.
He was stuborn, lean and thin,
'n had a huge scar from his forehead to chin.


He was there for da murder he hadn't comitted,
but, was sentenced 15 yrs, per the proofs submitted.
He din't feel sorry, nor did he feel like a looser,
he was far from the world, but, felt his heart closer.


I had dilematic viewpoint, as the way he stood,
he was fuelled with revenge, like a snake wid a raised hood.
He had dat charisma, dat I cudn't explore,
he shook wid me, hands, before I cud think of more.


I told him for wat I was in jail,
dat i flicked off a guy, who tried to rob me off the rails.
He had something to tell me, and a reason to hide,
he sat there motionless, as if he expected me by his side.


We were togather now, for almost 5 years,
and I knew him as much as I did on da first rendezvous,
But, I knew in my heart that I had to care,
dis wasn't me; it all was said by his deceptive glare .


The times were real hard and were not giving enough,
with my Faith in him, so strong, and no one so near.
The day came when I was standing outside the jailgate,
'n I cud see dat thin guy, wid same old grin on his face,
whom I called - 'My Jailmate'.

Riverside Daises

Original Date of Creation : 22/MAR/2k2

I dunno if I Love u,
but, I wanna Love u;
I dunno if I care,
but still, I do.

I ain't askin' u to be mine,
yet, I want you to be;
I'm not going Selfish for u,
but, sometimes I think of being so.


Is dat 'coz I love u, or may be not,
I dun wanna know.
Is it 'coz u're close to me or away,
I just want u, in my Dreams, to stay.


Can I expect a life without u or not?
Can I think of me standing 'n u passing by?
Can I laugh, wid u in tears..may be not?
Yet, I wish to know everything, when u say nothing at all.


I dun have any fear of loosing u,
yet, I can't afford to do so;
I dun wanna hold u in my arms,
but, can't help it, when u're close to me so.


I think of my life with u
as if I've got nothing to loose.
A life full of LIFE, wid toppings of Love;
A life full of Fresh Air, Fragrance 'n Joy.
A life.....A life...A life like that of --
the 'Riverside Daises';
which Bloom in all seasons to come through...

Who Am I..?

Original Date of Creation :05/JUL/2k6

Tip..tap..tip..tap..tip..tap
dis were my eyes raining, on my lap.
Da shadows of Sun were keeping me awake,
with my eyes playing da best Music they cud ever make.


All but none cud see my Innocence,
and I cud see evry Eye passing by.
How much Hate can we gather in us,
I cud have made an easy guess.


My mum wud never come to hold my hands,
My dad's away to the heavenly lands,
'Who Am I?..', is one answer I seek,
m 6 yrs. old and cud hardly speak.


Life has become my biggest fear,
I seek death, which seems no near.
Though WAR has ended, but..
white pigeons (peace) have died.


I've nowhere to go, and a challenge to survive,
m 6 years old, who dunno 'Who Am I?..'
My legs are thin, and arms, weak
waiting for death as my eyes go bleak.


The greatest search, they say, is the search for God, But..
I'm Lost..lost trying to search
for Myself, in Me.


I look at the sky, pleading pitifully, to the God,
my fears are intense and soul going cold..
but..before I leave, my message to all,
"Live in PEACE, Bleed less in WAR"

Captain's Mandolin

Original Date of Creation : 22/MAR/2k2

It wasn’t jus’ da Mandolin
which da Captain was playin’,
It wasn’t just da Hollow Piece wid strings
from which he was makin’ Divine Charms.

It was beyond wat Captain ‘n his
lone Soul were in search of.
It was beyond of dat very new Melody
which he created wid dat very beat of his Heart.

Sittin’ on a stone, in the Battlefield,
wid da Sun, too, busy wid Bed Sheets;
Captain was dreamin’ ‘n thinkin’
of all da near ‘n dear ones ‘n his Family.

Wid hands Red in enemy’s blood,
‘n da eyes covered wid Gunpowder flood,
He sat there wid a hand over his Heart
‘n soul closer to da God.

He sat there, sick of killing da Innocent
‘n thinkin’ of wat we got when we got nothing at all.
He sat there dreamin’ about da Nymph,
whom he trusts, will take him to da Heavens.

He was frightened of da Fear of being left alone,
‘n distressed about not being able to make up to his yet to be born kid.
It wasn’t jus’ the Captain, who was feelin’ so,
da Mandolin too, cudn’t have done better without the Captain……