Falling down

I dislike falling down
crumbling down into pieces
But I love the way I
rise like a phoenix from the ashes
The joy you get when you rebound
is greater than the grief you saw
If the fall defines you
then the rise designs you
"this is life" I heard God screaming
''whats happening is all your doing''.

Poem of the road

As I rode today the road kept coming
As I kept moving forward the skies went dancing
The way was long the way was curvy
And I felt I would suffer from scurvy
The fellow riders were of several kinds
Few were helpful, few out of their minds
I thought my back would pain
But it was my bottom which went insane
I saw the sea and the rivers
I saw the mountains and few animals
And Just when I prayed god not to send showers
He tried to flaunt his powers
But that didn't stop me a bit
Because I had to show him my grit
Also I had to reach my home, relax and sit
I thought the ride would be a punishment
But it turned out to be a blissful experiment
And then I discovered
In the lab of life you don't always wait for ingredients
Just grab the apparatus and set your own precedents.

That Mystical creature

You were there for me
smiling at the corner of your eyes
staring at me for no bloody reason
speaking with your eyes
and making me go gung ho

You were there for me
coming out on the streets
sometimes saying a thousand words
to convey nothing more than a sentence
sometimes telling me a thousand things
by not even speaking a word
you made me crazy yo

You were there for me
giving me the same look
no matter if i'd worn pyjamas or my best suit
and laugh at all my jokes
even when they got old and made no sense

You were there for me
when i committed a blunder
or when my boss gave me a pat on my shoulder
you stood there smiling
which made me less sad and more happy

You were there for me
when there was rain and also the sunshine
always holding the umbrella
you always had got my back

I would never let you wither
because all that you've done to me
has blossomed a new flower
and I like a gardener would never forget to it water
as without the flower my life would
be less like a garden and more of a desert.

Travel diaries

So much to see by my window

the pastures seamlessly go high and low.

The speedy wind is by my side

its my best friend during this ride

The sparkling light in the distance 

is asking me how much more is the distance

My co passenger wakes up and asks me time

and my inner voice tells him don't u dare break my rhyme..

That mystical daybreak

In the constant strife between
ageing day and the young night,
Why is it that it is always the
seemingly weak night succeeds
Alas! why does the dominant day give in
Why do things change their course
and people soften their pace.
Why is this breeze braver than in the morning
isn't it covering the distance of 2 days in an evening
I see fireworks trying to steal the thunder
But poor does it know that its not even a hinder in the evenings splendor.
Why do I, penning this poem on the top of my terrace,
fear when I hear someone approach.
Why do I close my book and hide the pen
and pretend as if I am an astronomical observer
Why are these clouds giving me a thunder
asking me to get under a roof and wonder.
Finally, I discovered how I had blundered
by scolding the night which gave me this picturesque at yonder.  

What are we learning- old school days

www.thehindu.com/features/metroplus/nxg/what.../article2630216.ece

Enlightenment in an auto.

www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-features/...auto/article5094309.ece