This is the first poem i wrote and this one is for my best friend Parina,
I miss her a lot .The poem goes this way....
" GOODBYE" '
Goodbye', the word
which often brings
tears to your
eyes.
I could see tears
rolling down your cheeks
as I said goodbye
and I could feel mine
trickling down.
I knew I wouldn't
be seeing you
as you were going
far away
Then the memories
of those days
the days we
spent together
the jokes we cracked
together,
the fights we had
which lasted for few minutes
Our late night talks
about the craziest thing on this earth.
how you would listen
to my dreams and
encourage and support
me in everyway
You were my joy in
every step, my theme in every songs and
a part of my existence.
As I heard the fateful
whistle of the train and
the trong of people
getting in
I knew time had come
and
I could feel my heart
cry out for time to turn back its hands.....
As I let go of your
hand I knew that things won't be the same
everything would become
meaningless but life has to go on I reminded myself.
As u got on the train
, I wished u joy and happiness in every step of your life.
As the train started
to move,
I could no longer
see your face as the moist had covered my eyes
and finally I wiped
my tears and choked 'goodbye'. Roma,29th
April,1996.
"Poverty is one of the evils of humanity"
I wrote this poem for a beggar boy,feeling their pain,happiness
and seeing their dreams in their eyes......
" THE BEGGAR
BOY"
I see the small boy
on the street everyday
He smiles at all the
passerby and
hopes that they'll
smile back to him with the love he years for .
Each time a
person passes him
his eyes lit
up and
he hopes that the
person will take sympathy and spare him a rupee or so. He dreams of becoming
big and rich someday,
he dreams of fast
cars he will drive ,
the majestic house
he'll live in, the food he'll eat and
just then he realizes
he hadn't eaten anything since morning.
He hates the word
'hunger','pain','cold'.... but he has got used to these.
At times he hates
the people,
the society and he
hates his life.
Then he realizes that
his life is made of these
and it is going to
be that way till the end.
He sleeps on the cold
floor
as he hears the dogs
howling at night and
he thinks of his best
friend 'kalay'-the stray dog
with whom he shares
his small plate of rubbish .
He tries to think
of his family
but there are no images
that cross his mind,
when he sees a lady
walk by
he tries to figure
out if his mother would have been like her.
He desires for a warm
hug of a mother,
love of family, which
he never had.
but still he thanks
god every night that he is still alive today
Still i see him sit
on the street hoping that tomorrow will be a miracle
Roma...15th March,2000
This poem is dedicated to my friend/sister Tina who left us on 8th
September'98.
You had touched our
lives in so many ways
that it seems impossible
to accept your absence.
Through the past days
, you was special in your own unique ways.
Life is what you make
out of it and
you made yours the
way you wanted.
Life is too short
to waste it , but it seemed so unfair with you...
You had so much to
see and achieve in life ....
but the cruel hands
to time snatched u away from the ones who loves and cares for you. Without
you everything seems so dead around us,
no matter what you'll
always be in our thoughts
and prays and we'll
remember you today and always .... Roma...12th Sept'98.
'Women' the sensitive
creatures on this planet, strong, full of life,on the top, beautiful blessing
to the world, caring, loving, protective, supportive, full of determination,power,
life giving.....helpless,weaker sex,dominated,abused, suffering.... these
are the two different fate of a woman.
I wrote this poem for a woman who even
after facing so much pain in life never gives up ....that is the spirit
of a woman.
Did she make her faith or did fate make her
Was this she always dreamed of or was dreams
never hers.
Her past was a curse, her present worse and her
future unknown.
Life had never been kind to her but she never
gave up,
she had the will But never a way.
Today she stands in the middle of nowhere its
either today or tomorrow.
she is on a way of many turns , ups and downs
but no destination.
As time passed by things changed but for worse
the little happiness she had, lasted only a second.
But I believe deep inside her lies a woman who
has power to rule the world.
She has faced the darkness but has never looked
back.
She till she craves for the love that has never
been showed by others.
she still survives and I know that this is not
the end of her.
She is ambitious,courageous, loving,caring, helpless
at times, lonely, sad and holding on to the edge.
This is not her life she is worth much more She
is a woman and I am proud to One. Roma. 31st March'99.
" THE BEGGAR BOY"
I see the small boy on the street everyday, He smiles at all the passerby and hopes that they'll smile back to him with the love he years for .
Eachtime a person passes him his eyes lit up and he hopes that the person will take sympathy and spare him a rupee or so .
He dreams of becoming big and rich someday, he dreams of fast cars he will drive , the majestic house he'll live in, the food he'll eat and just then he realizes he hadn't eaten anything since morning.
He hates the word 'hunger','pain','cold'.... but he has got used to these. At times he hates the people, the society and he hates his life. Then he realizes that his life is made of these and it is going to be that way till the end.
He sleeps on the cold floor as he hears the dogs howling at night and he thinks of his best friend 'kalay'-the stray dog with whom he shares his small plate of rubbish .
He tries to think of his family but there are no images that cross his mind, when he sees a lady walk by he tries to figure out if his mother would have been like her.
He desires for a warm hug of a mother, love of family, which he never had. but still he thanks god every night that he is still alive today
Still i see him sit on
the street hoping that
tomorrow will be a miracle
roma...