Bangalore

Speeding cars careless drivers,
Broader roads concrete sidewalks,
Far away offices greedy autos
Busy buddies boring Bangalore!

The day begins stuck in traffic,
The sun sets before one sees it,
The rain never rests for a minute,
Drowsy days moody Bangalore!

A shady green garden city it is said,
Yup, parks are the only tourist places.
Modern malls and glitzy cinemas
Shocking prices sucking Bangalore!

Pubs and clubs, lakes and high stakes,
but the city sleeps before ten strikes.
Gults tambis mallus and hindi settlers,
Rarely a native rotting Bangalore!

Thank you, God!

Thank you, God!

Whatever you are, Wherever you are!

For you are the guide for this world of misery,

pain and violence, treachery and apathy!

Here is freedom, here is bondage,

Here is fortune, here is hunger,

Here is love and peace and justice,

and here is the blood stained sand.

Thank you, God!

Whatever you are, Wherever you are!

For you have created this world and me,

without leaving a hint on why you did!

Half the people in this world die for you,

and the other half ready to kill for you,

Wish you can put some sense in us,

or just end this woeful nonsense.

Thank you, God!

Whatever you are, Wherever you are!

For your omnipotence and benevolence

so that we can blame you for our sins,

mistakes and misdeeds, murders and plunders.

What not had happened on your name and behalf,

that some just wish to be dead, but I feel -

that you are lucky to be alive, if not dead.

The Man And His Mission

If he is a man, I am his nemesis;
If he is the God, I am his genesis;
No man and no God can challenge my will,
because for me, life is no more a riddle.

I am the source of my power,
in store for need of the hour;
All that matters is an extra mile;
Hold on, the journey is worthwhile.

They said it's impossible for one,
but I know I have to make this run;
All those cowards feared the loss,
but the brave are their own boss.

I don't have any at fore to lead,
but in fact, it is never a need;
All that I wish is inside me,
and my soul and mind are free.

I am thirsty, the sun above so hot;
I keep on, am different from the lot;
My legs cramp, My vision blurred,
and still my resolve undeterred.

Magical it is, the strength it gives,
although it is in me strength lives,
and I'll repeat it for many years,
"Continue, All the world is yours!"

What have you done to me!

You are far away, but I can still see you when I close my eyes.
You are far away, but I can still talk to you when I talk to my heart.
You are far away, but I can still feel your presence when I think of you.
What have you done to me, dear!

I am a good child, fulfilling my parents' wishes.
I am a good friend, always been there for them.
I am a good student, none ever doubted that.
But I became a good man after I met you.
What have you done to me, love!

You gave me hope, which made the difficulties look simple.
You gave me will, which made my goals and dreams achievable.
You gave me love, which made me understand how beautiful world is.
What have you done to me, dear!

The Other

The leaves on the ground lay,
trodden by people on their way;
Fallen from their dear home trees,
lifeless now they rest in peace.

What brought them to this plight,
Oh! it must be the rain last night;
Who's the culprit, I thought,
that God for the rain he brought.

I walk alone below the cloudy sky,
Wonder what it means to die;
Like the ones below my feet?
Or the water taken up by heat?

The trees above know not,
that their children below rot;
The sea has water so lot,
so for it it matters what?

O' here I see the difference,
but does it make any sense?
The water is rained back by Him,
but the chance of a leaf is dim.

So what death is like now?
Do they miss us, those we love?
So can we come again here?
Oh, should start life again, my dear!

The Messenger from the Universe

"What did she say? Did I hear it properly? I can’t believe it."
"Is she joking? She sounded so true."
"You are going to die, man. What’s your last wish?"
"Escape from here first."
"Wait, ask her again."

He dared to ask, "What did you say? That you are death? You are joking, right?"
"In fact, No", she replied to his horror, "I am the Death."

Hari stopped dead. He can’t think properly. His heart has started pounding so fast. He never expected something like this to happen, he is going to die, that too in the hands of a beautiful woman!

"Are you going to kill me?", the words from his mouth are barely audible.
"No, I am not", the answer came (Hari felt better). "But you are going to die", she added. (His fears returned). She looked at him as if studying his thoughts and said, "Why don't we just go to your canteen and chat over a cup of coffee?"

"That's it. Confirmed. Either I am mad or she is."
"Coffee, Wow! But in our canteen? Whatever this is your moment to show off!"

"Yes, let's go. Now I badly need one."

They walked down the stairs to the corridor and to the canteen; she confident and he merely trying to hide his mixed emotions of fear, pride and confusion. The canteen looked almost empty except for a couple of lads who missed the lunch. They sat outside the canteen and he ordered coffee. Then, he vented his frustration out.

"So you think you are the death?"
"Again, I am the Death."

"This girl is killing me with her madness."

"Oh, don't fool me. I know how the death looks like. You are too beautiful. And moreover you are a girl!"
"Oh! So you know how the death looks like. And you reckon its male. When did you last see him? Do you meet him often?"

"Got me. She is pretty confident that she is the death."

"OK. Let's assume you are the death. But why did you come here? Did you chose me or what?"
"As the death, I have the privilege of visiting people who yearn for me. And you Mr. Hari, haven't been just longing for me for a couple a days, but you moved me so much that I wanted to call it love. That's why I am here, in this form."

Hari sat perplexed hearing this. To his horror, this pretty girl in front of him says he loves her. But she got one thing right. Yes, he has been thinking about death for a while, though he wouldn't say he loved death. Who would? He never expressed his feelings to anyone. How could she know? For the first time, he thought,

"She is the Death."

"I can understand you confusion Mr. Hari. Don't worry, I am not going to harm you, right now. This is odd even for me as I don't meet people like you often. So I wanted to talk with you. Tell me, Mr. Hari, I know you have seen or read about the death in various works of fiction. Leave them aside. Tell me, what do you think of the death, I mean, your notion of death?"

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Happy New Year

Every Year on January First, I looked back and hoped to have a year full of happiness and success. Every Year, it turned out, didn't just bring happiness but also many sad moments; not just success but also many defeats. Every year, I count the negatives and hope that they won't occur in the new year. Year after year, my hopes failed and the negatives kept on occuring. But still, again, I hope for a year full of happiness and success, for I have not lost faith in the word HOPE. Wish you a happy new year.