Mother am i not your child

Mother am i not your child

I know you love thou children and protect them
See them as delicate and new borns into this world
you hide them from harsh realities taking pain on you
I know you want to feed them with honey and necter


i love thy child as my brother
And play with him in a youthful happiness
I can feel spring of love that you usher on him
from the depth of your heart

Where is that love when thou look at me
why has spring dried into a desert
why not treat me as your own
Don't you see the child in me

not am i innocent as my bro
don't I have that pretty face
or am i that shabby that you desist me
Mother am i not like your own child

burden why mother when you stay with me
scold me if i have done wrong
but tell me not, everything i do is wrong
Don't you see the injustice done in blindness of love

Mother am i not your child

LIFE IN EXAM

The Time ticks and the bell rang

There comes a hand pushing papers on my desk
my mind is clean as an young born child
I close my eyes and pray to god
"take me through with the hurdle before me "

The time ticks on and bell rigs

I hear the tearing of papers ...
and see every one is in hurry to go on the conquest
to capture the beast
and claim their victory

The time ticks on and on

I see the first problem before me ...
something seems to be wrong ..
I haven't got the question ..
I read and re-read the question

The time ticks on and on

" Nope there goes a question above my head ... " I think
Fear start running through my spine
I close my eyes again to regain the lost confidence
I say to my self " ..lets try the next question"

The time ticks on and on

Question after Question seems to be in alien script
I start wondering have I got the wrong paper
I look around to get the feel
People cry .."additional sir"

The time ticks on and on

I try my futile attempts to work something on paper ...
I feel the time has stopped and
people around me are busy jutting down their solutions
I decide to relay on my only last option

The time ticks on and on

There come a caution of last 15 mins
I poke my fellow stud at front to get some clue
teacher catches and warning are passed...
there is nothing i can do now

the time ticks on and on ...

I peep out of the window at the free bird
wonder why can't I be like it...
I feel dejected about the hard work i kept on the subject ...
I look around for the last call waiting like person who's death is fixed

The time ticks and the bell ring ...

The same hand come this time to snatch the empty paper from me
I pack my stuff and run through the door like mad rhino
everyone discusses about the problem and marks
I sit down to write this poem

Who am I ?

A ghost who goes as free air
lives its moments of joy and sadness
till the death takes into stand stillness of silence;
is my aim of life to spend the time away?

who am i?

An animal born
with survival as the purpose of existence
Spreading the genes to future generations;
is the Survival of specie the aim of my life?

who am i?

A thief to steal
who cherishes pleasure through hording of money or power
to exploit the sensual pleasure through all organs;
Is getting pleasure the soul purpose of my existence ?

who am i?

a thirsty student
to gain knowledge what thousands were not able to
and see what others cant;
is purpose of mine to prove superiority among fellow beings?

who am I?

A saint to spread good
like a spark of light in the darkness of thoughts
to become the hope of hopeless ;
is helping others aim of life?

who am i?

A Brahman who cares
for neither money nor power.
For whom nothing is more dearer than the other.
Who is neither living nor dead and is beyond all worries with youthful happiness.
Am I this very existence...

NOTE: Brahman in the above poem does not signify a religion/caste/sect, it represent a perfect being.

Blindness is the way of life ......!!!!

Today when i walk past the street i see thousands of people on the streets. Eating, sleeping and spending day to day life on these streets. My first instant reaction is to turn back and laugh with my friends about other issues making big statements of changing world. But again these incedents catches the eye and i cannot stop thinking of the tidiness they live and curse them. After walking another mile, i start thinking of the ill fate they are in which has brought them here into the city with no place to live in. And I started have a type of distrubance in the mind. All the joy weened out and i became more thoughtful. They are only the byproduct of modernisation that we are experiencing. But we live as if everything is fine and we are such self-engulfed that these scenes are nothing for us but daily occurences. We curse these people and fear from them as if they are devils came from some other planet. O, am i not the criminal? Have i tried atleast once to help them? No, then why curse them!!!
Today when i hear that India is growing at 8% growth rate with boyount economic prospects, my heart was filled with happiness. But is this development creating a growth or is it bring a more divide between rich and poor and increasing the number of "ambanis" and more ones i have seen on the road is the question we need to think again. Then i have read i newspaper that 35% of our people earn less than $ in income per day. Then where is economic and social prosperity going. People here are starving for one ounce of bread and we ask for more and more comforts. We demand for more leuxiourious life and why? because we have some knowledge or because we are able to do some technical stuff.
When have we forgotten that, we are a mere instance of humanity and lucky enough to live the life, we are currently experiencing. Our selfishness touches its peek with end less greed to become more wealthier and cosmopolitain. With this attitude we start differenciating self from others. Well today when i close my eyes i see numerous instances of me cursing all the people who room in shabby clothes even with out thinking of once their situation. Apperence itself makes a negative impact and we start cursing. There are more than 1 million childern on the street begging and a normal man in his life will see more than 10 million such incidents of child labour and human abuse, but who cares for i live for the better of self. I live to make one more building in which i can live comfortabily.The thought to help never occurs to this selfish mind.
I have seen an incedent of a child beaten black and blue in mumbai where around thousands of people were going not even 1 person including me had the courage to stop him. Why? Because i fear the aftermath of the incedent. I came to mumbai to enjoy with friends, if i stop that guy i will sure have a fight started over and i dont know any one who will help me. So, the safer way for me is to ignore the very incedent that is happening right before my eye. As i am too selfish and fearful. I observed the people avoiding to even see the incedent as that will ruin their mood for the day. I dont blame the poor people who's main aim in life is to have pleasure and to see self prosperity. It is a human nature but is there no one to even him to stop this chap from manhandling in public. Is it that for such incedent too the police or child help group has to come and stand for the childern or should he be left to that brutality so that one day in frustration he will take a wrong route and we may curse him?
May the lord give courage to all those in need of it more than me. Let their grevences be heard by the god, for i am very lucky to have much lesser pain and lead a better life. O, god help all in need and atlast me. Let all be happy in what ever state they are. Let love touch each one of them.