Think past ... Think beyond

He lay on the bed,
suffering and death was near.
And the almighty asked
"Do you want to go to HELL or HEAVEN or stay here?
You are your own judge. 
The verdict is up to you."

Surprised he thought
"Why did he question ?
In confusion I am caught
He knows where is my destination."

I have beaten so many kids in my childhood.
I have cheated in my exams.
I have bribed to get my job.
I have hurt people to grow in my career.
I have abandoned my love for money.
I have hurt my wife for dowry.
I have not cared for my daughters as I wanted a son.
And now I am alone, nobody is with me.

He confessed,
"I want to go to HELL.",
and died,
and all was still.

God sent him to heaven.
Self Realization liberates thy soul...

Pen....Destiny

He walked fast down the lane,
His heart pounding,
He felt people around could hear it,
he walked faster, holding the pounding.

He had his favorite pen,
shining in his pocket.
He got it from his father,
when he was in school.

But now he was going to loose it.
He did not feel sad though.
He was using it for a cause
He thought..

He walked fast, till he reached a crowded place.
He looked around the place,
When no one was looking he dropped the pen,
and escaped briskly to office.

Now he was relaxed.
The work was done.
The pen utilized in effectively he thought.
He had gained more not by writing with the pen

Then someone knocked.
Oh! it was the delivery man.
"Sir, parcel for you", he said.
To sign receipt he gave a pen.

Lo and behold!
It was the same pen.
He got a shock.
And he saw the clock.

Next moment, every thing was destryoed.
The office, he, the delivery man.
All burnt to ashes
And the office turned to a ruin

Oh! dear.
His pen formed ... his destiny.
But not by writing,
His cause destroyed him.

Melancholy unfolded

The dark shadow creeps over me,
and tries to engulf me,
as much as i succumb,
as much as i give in.

I am submerged in thoughts,
of nothing in particular.
I feel that all the humans around,
are aware of all the thoughts inside me.

And that makes me,
feel even more burdened.
And that makes me,
feel even more fearful.

I am full of self-doubt,
getting deep into the dark well.
Lost complete self-confidence,
getting always in the wrong.

O Lord, help me get out of darkness,
Show me the thin ray of light,
I can hence find my way out,
beating the shadow of melancholy.

To Office on a Weekend

To office on a weekend,
With my daughter to b’lore dead-end.
Had to finish work backlog,
Not that I always works cats and dogs.
My friend also came down,
With her kid in a gown.
While Moms got busy with work,
Kids ran around block to block.

Had lunch packed from McDees,
Coke, chips, burgers full of cheese.
Very few people had come,
To work ambiance was awesome.
Kids were very happy playing with each other,
While we finished one task after another.
This was actual Kid’s day to office,
They got to know what moms really do, to be precise.
All office days are not like kids day,
When all they do is have fun and play.
Finally our work was done,
And kids were full of sleep and yawn.
We left office in the evening,
And it had started raining.
On the way had samosas and kachoris,
And thus ends the day’s story.
To office on a weekend,
With my daughter to b’lore dead-end.

It happened one night

It was a cold dreary night,
When a young lad shivering and lonely,
Saw an old lady sleeping on the roadside,
with a rug covered tightly.

He was tired and hungry,
And it was very cold too.
He thought,”Lemme sleep beside,
and share the rug too."

He tried to wake up the lady,
But she would not budge.
So the covered himself and felt happy,
And he was fast asleep as if in a lodge.

Morning he got up and was fresh awake,
The old lady was still asleep.
He whispered a thanks, gave a shake,
and went off in search of work.

Late in the afternoon,
as he wandered back,
hoping to get any odd  job soon,
he saw a crowd and was taken aback.

It was the same place,
where he slept that night.
He went closer and asked, "What happened in this place?"
Somebody told, "An old woman died, looks like from yesterday night." 

Do i justify my name ?

When you see me from the closet of a window
I am very hazy.
The more closer you come
The more I open up.
As the drop of dew on a petal
I jovially freshen up my surroundings.
I am Shabnam
and Shabnam is me.
Justifiable isn't it ?