life..

while attending the funeral

of a very dear person,

the other day

i felt very sad, and asked

myself now what

cos there seemed no way

everything was morose

everyone was sad

everyone was feeling

the effect that person had

there were mourners everywhere,

some genuine,some hypocrites,

there was hustling and bustling everywhere

and yet,

there was a silences

which was getting on my wits

suddenly the silence broke

and i heard a noise

of a small child laughing

i heard her sweet little voice

her laughter in that place

suddenly made my day

cos in her innocence

she had shown me the way

just when we thought

there was nothing left

we saw life expressing itself

from every corner,from every cleft

the child told us

that if a person goes away

leaving us in tears 

then we should say

"life does not end with someone

but it does take a new turn"

and we must just remember

that the person who's gone

didn't want us to be sad

but wanted us to be happy forever

let me be happy

"let me be happy

oh please! let me be happy"

i said:

"let me be a child

let me have a caring hand

a  thoughtful mind

a person to rely on

and i will be happy"

but you said:

"oh no!

you cant have care

you dont desrve it

you cant rely on anyone

trust is always broken to bits........

so,

you cant be happy........."

i plead:

"oh please! let me be happy"

"let me be a grown up

let me have worldly pleasures

give me means of luxury

on the worldly measures

and i will be happy"

but u said:

"oh no!

you cant have luxury

from where will u get it

you should chide yourself

even for desiring it

so.......

you cant be happy"

i am hurt, still i plead:

"oh please! let me be happy"

"let me be just someone

i dont want care

i dont want luxury

let me be happy

in my small little world

a little praise

a little goodness

and i will be happy"

but u said:

"oh no!

how do u expect praise

you dont have any qualities

what do i praise?

so........

u cant be happy"

i get said

cant i ever be happy?

but some where i hear a voice,which says

"you can be happy"

"you dont need care to be happy

loss of it strengthens u

let not luxury lure u

living without it purifies u

even if u dont get praise

good qualities are still in u"

"be like soft clay

in God's hands,

and He'll make sure

that u get all that u require

that u become beautiful, inner and outer,and strong,admired by all

if not that

He'll make sure 

that u'll be happy"

my choice

hey

well this is not actually my poem but it is a poem i really like

like really too much

its of frank sinatra

i dont know what its title is

so i am just writing it as it is

here it goes

Thats life,thats what 

all the people say

you are riding high in April,

shot down in May

but i know i am gonna 

change that tune

when i am back on top

back on top in June

i said thats life

and as funny as it may seem

some people get their kicks

stompin' on a dream

but i dont let it

let it get me down

'cause this fine 'ol world

it keeps spinning around

ive been a puppet a pauper, a pirate

a poet ,a pawn and a king

ive been up and down and over and out

and know one thing

each time i find myself

flat on the face

i pick myself up and

get back in the race

<applaud applaud>

rules

ever since we were born
we are told to follow them
if life is the tree
they like form the stem



whenever something is done
it has to done according to their way
when we begin to do anything
then always have their say








they are like
so strong so always there
a place where they dont exist
i have yet no found where





now starts the real fun


you dont know 
when first were they created
but i can surely tell
from us they are the most hated





they are written ones and unwritten ones
but all have something in common
as we only know too well
they are all meant to be broken!!!!!!!!!!!!


so as we know
we'll always continue breaking them
and today lets all vow
we'll never follow them


hehe

any answers??????

i dont know
i really dont know
can u tell me????????


many things in life have passed by
and many will still pass
but yet i dont remember anything of past
nor do i know the future
then y cant i live happily in the present

i dont know
can u tell me????????

i have many things
and have lost many of them
but yet i dont regret those losses 
yet i loved em when they were there
or did i really?

i dont know
can u tell me????????


i went on doing what i wanted
i also want some changes in me
yet i dont want to change myself
then can i be happy?


i dont know
can u tell me????????


i heard someone say
power corrupts
yet no-one's as powerful as god
so is HE corrupt?????


i dont know
can u tell me????????



i live life for the moment
i live it to make it memorable
yet i never remember the past
so how can it be memorable?



i dont know
can u tell me????????




they say that good lines are never repeated
yet we always quote 'em
isn't that repeating them up
or is it right to express yourself in others words???

i dont know
can u tell me????????



i hate rude people
and dont talk to em cos they are rude
but by doing that am i not
being rude to them????????

i dont know
can u tell me????????

thank goodness!!!!!!!!

dear mom,
i am in trouble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
everyone is getting on me,
but in the midst of all this
i just say
"thank goodness for my mother"
'cos i know
there is someone out there
who i would always have
to lean on


mom,
i am in the sea
i am drowning
but in this state
i just say
"thank goodness for my mother"
'cos i know
there is always a strong helping hand
on which i can always
hold on

mom,
i hate everyone
and everyone hates me
but still i say
"thank goodness for my mother"
'cos i know
no matter what
there is some one,
whom i can never hate
even if i keep trying for my life

mom,
i know that
no matter what u say or show
positive or negative
there isnt any corner
in ur heart
where i dont reside
deny this????????????
no u cant
so i just want to say
no not
"thank goodness for my mother"
not this time
this time i'll say

"happy mother's day"


as u might have guessed
this one was written on mothers day

mollie(ii)

hey i am back again
to tell u things
that should anyway go
down the drain


these are silly things
and that i know too well
but these silly things
sometimes make my life a hell

sometimes i wish
that i had magicals powers
and life should be
a bed of rosy flowers


i have many tests
in my coaching institute
which are like pests
make me cry or turn me mute


i havent yet changed
my habit of playing more
and studying less
even when tellings have become more

my mom tells me to study
i know she's not always wrong
but whenever i sit down to study
my mind hums a little song

that song distracts me
from whatever i do
and that makes everyone see
that my attention didnt grew

my life is not miserable
but cannot be termed "perfect"
and u have to agree
be u of whichever caste or sect


now for this part
this is the end
and i think when u know me well
u'll want to be my friend

this one i wrote when i was in class 10th

though my situation hasnt changed much

this is my cutoooo babooo -vibhansh

my brother's son

he's the cutest creature i've ever seen in my life

love being myself.....................


i love being myself
don't know why,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
मेरी जिंदगी को कोई फर्क ही नही पड़ता
कोई चाहे कुछ भी कह जाए

do u also feel like me??????????
or am i the only one?
जिसकी दुनिया है अलग सी
पगला सा है जिसका मन



there is a lot of confusion
in my life
so u see its not perfect
but is moving in its own stride



still i don't even
stop loving being myself
good ,bad all times
i am just myself


i have had many ups n downs
rises n falls in my life
sometimes i feel really frightened
as if standing on the edge of a knife

पर जैसा भी जो भी हुआ
कभी ऐसा नही लगा
की काश न होती मेरी life ऐसी
काश न होता मेरा जन्म हुआ


मेरी जिंदगी में कोई चीज
एकदम perfect नही होती
मेरी कोई भी achievement
दुनिया से अलग नही होती



i am not a special person
in the lake of world just an ordinary fish
all my acts are mixed up
see this poem only- half Hindi half English




but yet i never cease
to love the way i am
and no-one on this earth can make me
change the way i am


so even though i don't know the reason
yet...........
i love being myself
don't know why

life says.............................................


for every beginning...
there's an end
and for every end
there's a new beginning


after every end
life goes on
changes a little......
but still it moves on


life.....
a pity for cowards
a challenge for the brave
it starts from our birth
and ends at the grave


but it is ajourney
and has its twisted ways
turns happy into sad
and sad into happy days



at every step though
it helps us remind
making the folded pages of
the future go unwind



that...............

for every beginning
ther's got to be an end
and for every end
there is a beginning




so start afresh
at every turn
whic comes in ur life
and have ur turn



to tell this world
with ur life's way
the message that
life gives away.....................................




for every beginning
there is an end
but from every end
there's sure a new beginning

this one describes me
i write a series of poems about me
which describe my conditon at that particular time
this is the very first one of them
(btw- my nick name is mollie)


mollie


i am mollie
a girl who knows
that a person reaps
what he sows


i wanna be a doctor
i think i have the factor
of doing some good to the society


i write poetry
not very good
but i like it
i wish u could


i am a girl in my teens
and still dont know
what life really means

but all that i know
i put it to good use
and one day i want to do something
tht i can be in the news


i study and play
study less and play more
and thats one thing
which is very sore

i want to change it
but couldnt do so
whenever i try it
i get into a fit



i get angry very soon
and it stays
from sunrise
to rising of the moon


i know i am childish
but thats how i am
this poem hasnt yet finished
i'll tell u after a while


for this part
this is the end
and i think after u know more about me
u'll want to be my friend

this one's dedicated to my mum


माँ


है शब्द यह बहुत छोटा सा
फिर भी एक बच्चे के रूप में
क्या हमारे लिए
इससे जरूरी कुछ होता था?


बच्चे के जीवन का ये
आरंभिक शब्द होता है
माँ की गोद में सर रख कर
वह आराम से सोता है

ना शब्द से वह अपनी
जननी को संबोधित करता है
चाहे कैसा भी हो व्यक्ति
यह सबको प्रेरित करता है

बस इतना ही कहना था माँ
जितना देती हो तुम मुझको प्यार
नही चुका पाऊँगी इस क़र्ज़ को
चाहे ले लूँ जन्म हज़ार

well this one i wrote for all my teachers
i just wrote what came to my mind
i was rilli small when i wrote dis
n i just tried to include all subjects in my poem
here it goes.........................


my teacher


my teachers are my guide
my hope n my light
they guide me through
the darkness of illiteracy
to the lighted path of literacy

they are the path on which
i learn the timezone of Greenwich
they are like a gate
who take me back to Akbar the great
they are like a pane of glass
through which i see the world so vast
they are like a little mystry
who strol me through the world of chemistry
they are like a gentle hammer
who push us slowly in the realm of grammer
they are like a strong thread
who always keeps telling that there's a way ahead
they are like lovingcaretakers
who gave us the knowledge of computer
so again i say
my teachers are my guide
my hope and my light

wish i were..............


wish i were a musician
then i would compose a song
to tell u how i feel
when i don't see u for long
but too sad that i am not so
so i just have to tell u plainly
that i missed u my hon
wish i were a singer
then i would sing my heart out
to tell u how i feel
when u are not about
but too bad that i am not so
so i just tell u plainly
that i missed u my hon

wish i were a writer
then i would write an essay
telling u how i felt
when u were away
but too bad that i am not so
so i just tell u plainly
that i missed u my hon
wish i were a painter
then i would a picture paint
to tell u that person able to take ur place
in this world there ain't
but too bad that i am not so
so i just tell u plainly
that i missed u my hon

wish i were a doctor

then i would prescribe u medication

to probably make u understand

how ur absence raises my agitation

but sadly this isn't the case

so i have to just tell u plainly
that i missed u my hon

its really bad dear

that i am none of the able people

who could properly tell u my condition

n i feel so feeble

but no words; no people; nothing at all

can explain my feelings to u

except that........................

i missed u my hon

this one i wrote for my father when he had gone to meet some relatives

sunset or sunrise

sunset or sunrise

nature's beautiful disguise

sunrise is the beginning

brings in joy n glory

sunset is the ending

ends the sad story

life starts like sunrise

gives us all we want

and it ends like sunset

takes back all its bonds

it is not possible

to have sunrise n no sunset

still everyone wants to

snatch from life what they get

u know wat this was the very 1st poem i wrote