Not Just another Word

It’s not just another word,

But a feeling too pious to profane;

It’s a voice that’s slurred,

By only a true heart it’s possible to attain.

                Yet man tires with all things mortal,

                To ensure that the feeling gets smothered,

                But to that; the heart will just chortle,

                ‘Cause its least bothered.

Measure it not by the number of gifts,

 The number of rifts, doesn’t Judge its might,

It’s a prayer, by which the heart lifts,

It’s a feeling tied to heart, that files like a kite.

               

               

               

Yesterday , Today , Tomorrow ....

Wake up in the Morning
with no memory at all,
Instinct would be to stand,
But only to fall.
   
        Don't live in the memories of past
        Are the words that are often said,
        But without the memories of yesterday
        Tomorrow would be dead.
       
Everyday you face ; is with
Something you have learned,
You can not be taught in a day
Things in lifetime you have earned.

        Live your life for today,
        what more is to say?
        There cannot be any tomorrow
        If there were no yesterday.
       
Look forward for the future
Hope that it lasts,
Enjoy your Life on earth today
While to memories cling fast.

Journey called Life !!!

We don't know whats running in our head,
With the same dilemma , We go to bed,
In the struggle for butter and bread,
We have started living a different thread.

    They say there's light at the end of the tunnel,
    But we slipping through an endless funnel,
    Solving many a trouble,
    We've gone very feeble.

In Life's journey the place you long remain unseen,
Of all the places , that's the one that you dream,
We wish we could visit it by a detour,
And that brings on his face a contour.

The Saturday

                 Billions of hearts fills with joy

                 When Tricolour covers the sky,

                Against all odds they have to shepherd

                The cup to which we all have our lives referred.

                                There’s a bunch of men toiling hard on the field

                                Just to give the cup an armoured shield,

                                In the middle of the field, the men in blue

                                 Are trying to make every eye’s dream come true.

                They cannot give the nation a greater gift

                Than to go out there and give cup a lift,

                All they need is a billion peoples trust

                Let us not sit and rust , let’s give them the needed thrust.

                                Let’s all unite and pray for the very day

                                That they lift the cup on the Saturday ‼

A bus journey.

Here again cometh the monarch of the sky,

How beautiful the birds in the sky do fly,

There she cometh in the outfit brown,

Ferrying the people from all over the town.

                She sails everyone no matter how fat or thin,

                She keeps her cool and maintains the beautiful grin,

                Sometimes due to uneven path she Wobble,

                In the end she makes sure the passengers are a mile away from trouble.

She comes to ferry me early in the morning,

While I wait for her on the pathway still yawning,

Here comes my bus,

And ferries me through city’s rush without making any fuss.

                Like the journey of bus, is the journey of life,

                Not as through the butter a knife,

                Though the way  has many a twine,

                Hold faith like steering and say god be on side of mine.

Hope

Hope is a rope to which we all cling ,
It's a belief that he someday on us will light bring,
Hope is the prayer that we all must sing ,
Its the only thing that makes our lives spring .

VOTE

Vote for your right,

Not doing so don’t be a termite.

Don’t vote for the sake of note,

Use your brains, don’t be a scapegoat.

       Let your choice be really wise,

       Let us not pay heavy price.

       Let us not, for their interest be taxed,

       By only a right vote that can be axed.

Droplets make an ocean,

So as votes build a nation.

Who is right and who is wrong?

Who is good and who is bad?

To decide issues like this,

Much fighting people have had.

        So much good have, the worst of us,

        So much bad is in the best,

        Hard it is to know, of us

        Which is ought to reform the rest.