Love, Trust and Friendship
Is all that on requires in life
When I look in your eyes
I can see three things...
Cornea, Retina and Iris !
Vikram Singh, Jallandhar, 1991
Vikram Singh, Jallandhar, 1991
Everywhere, whereever you see, you can see DTC
The bus coloured yellow and green
Like the royal carriage of a queen
Delhi Transport Corporation
literally means 'pride of the nation'
Once if in, you are let
the experience you can't forget
A queue is totally against the rules
those who queue up are called fools
Half-hanging on the doors
Is a prestige issue on all scores
'Push, pull, add to the confusion'
seems to be the only solution
'Take your Tickets' the conductor screams
the WT glooms and the 'right' man beams
'If you have a pass, its got to be shown,
you're all crafty, its a fact known
As a man X came from the back
with such a large rucksack
he said 'I've to get down'
Y got a push, and let him with a frown
When my stop came, I made my way
I was surprised to see Mr X on the way
I asked 'You took before me a chance?!'
'Its a DTC tradition!' he said with a glance
(I didnt know that, per chance)
Finally, the bus stopped, needed repair
The driver said 'Its bcoz of my immense care!'
[3/8/1990]
Gaurav Parashar, New Delhi
'The Darkest Night'
Behold! the soldiers of thy life
spread the thunder, O sparkling knife
The thunder that has endless bounds
Need courage to hear the thundering sounds?
How! the rain comes pouring down
Behold! The sky's smile, or frown?
Then in the east, you see a light
Would it change in sunshine bright?
Pause O Dark, Start O Dawn
threshold of life, from a whale to a prawn
Wake up O man, wake up O child
move to the hay-heap shining, and piled
The sun moves overhead, and quite soon
Behold! Heat and dust of the noon
The sun goes down in pacified descent
Ghastly images of trees that are bent
Of splashing waves in the big blue ocean
Waves or hair of that maiden?
Many will be storms and many a thunder
As it has ever been on the calendar
But O the survivor of this earth
Pray for life, till the end from birth
Your thoughts and ways you've got to mend
'Cause even the darkest night comes to an end
[13/7/90]
Gaurav Parashar, New Delhi
'Survival'
This morning I saw an ant
And a thought crossed my mind
Why has god made this little creature?
Its life, I thought, was like a game of roulette
Its a gamble
Any moment it could be flicked
and crushed
beneath a foot
But it still has
to live on
because god made it to live
not to be flicked and crushed
Any moment it can be blown away
by the wind or swept
off and lashed by water
bu it carries on
because it is its nature to do so
It, of course, cannot wait
for the fury of the merciless nature
and keep itself
from a shining bait
But it can surely hope
that is shall live
and not behold of
another one being
tricked & flicked, kicked & picked and thrown off..
Roulette is this big deal...
[21/5/1991]
Gaurav Parashar, New Delhi
'Deep, Dark, Dank Ditch'
I opened my eyes and thought for a moment
Seemed to be a dark ditch, couldn't say
Light shone from an opening, up above
Amidst the fluttering vultures, in flew a dove
Tried to look for footholds, still shaken
But every offort seemd to go in vain
Wished I had wings
Looked up once again, still saw the dove
It was a strange situation, good and bad
Couldn't make up my mind to be happy or sad
Poison ivies spreading nectar
black bats all around and a white dove perched above
Tried with all might, back to the wall
Wished I was up there, free as a...
Made peculiar expressions, laughed and cried
Violent behaviour contrasted the peace around the dove
Just when I decided I had to explore more
From the top of the ditch flew down the dove
It whispered in my ear - 'I hope you arent hurt'
'I am sorry, but you've fallen... in love!'
[April 1997]
Gaurav Parashar, New Delhi
