Live with what you have and strive for what you don’t.

BLIND DEMOCRACY 200 died 800 crippled as 13 blasts ruptured the most coveted financial capital of India in 1993. Structures to blood everything got floored to taste dust. The world’s largest democracy looked handicapped as the cries of the howling mother and the panacea of the orphan shattered the walls of the great parliament. There were statements all the way from top notch officials to the white robed ‘gentlemen’ which gradually overlooked the bleeding wounds and the deadly scars on the minds and bodies of people of my mother land. Investigations went on for 13 long years to bring the criminals under law. Ultimately after a lot of toil and hard work of the police, some success was achieved but only a handful of the pawns of this mastermind could be laid hand upon by the law. The big boots of this game are still able to hide their faces with their financial and political power. Should we blame it always on the police for it or some one else should be held responsible for? The questio

Love-n-Pain The whistle blew the flag waved, Lights green we left Pushed the train felt the pain in my veins as it drove me insane. The face I searched in vain left me in pain and drain Hands on keys eyes on screen I waited. Intended to wait for the whole life I waited. Moon rose sun dozed shadows changed. You and your feel set me crazy tore me apart. Your eyes, your smile Your lips, your voice Seemed so nostalgic so cardialgic. As I looked in mirror My hair my cheek, My every part reflected you and only you. Seconds turned minute, Minute turned hours, Hours to days and they into years. At first as I met it was you and I But as it went on there was no you nor I It’s only we that stood aright. Your kiss your hug those lips that locked The wind it hushed, the light it stocked My dreams my heart, my faith my lord Is the love so hot is what I got…..

Hi, Friends …….. Ever been to Darjeeling..The English Peak...well let me take u to a tour of it through this poem... DARJEELING AT A GLANCE To Darjeeling (My journey towards the hill station) The vent full valleys of misty peaks, Up the track with the swirling winds, Cruising along the greenish hill, We reach aloft the English peak. Sip it up baby!!!(World Famous Tea Gardens) In the deep garden, On the ladder of mounts. The chuski of taste And fragrance of tea, Fills the ambience to gladden senses And blood my veins. A snowy sight(Gigantic KANCHENJUNGA from Tiger Hill) Clad with ice coat, Burnished with deep snow, Peeking through the shabby cloud, The Kanchen it looked in north, in sun. With beauty at feet and toughness in heart I witnessed a peak so bright and smart, That it filled my nerves with similes and metaphors, Fusing in me hunger and lust, Desiring me to kiss the peak and slap the snow. Oh!!! What an irony!!!!!(Every day thousands of people gather at tiger hill

Fourteen thousand six hundred killed, twenty-four thousand seven hundred maimed and thirty-four thousand eight hundred kidnapped in 2005. And just one phenomenon was responsible for these ghastly incidents. Terrorism! The very word that sends chill down the spine. It has seeped into our daily existence no mater who we are or which part of the world we live in. Reading about the Mumbai blast incident left my mind disturbed getting me deep into the reasons of it. I see a beautiful bird flying with elegance, instinctively trying to wash away the disturbance but all in vain….. THE CULT OF TERRORISM Fluttering the tinged golden feathers And flipping its stretched black eyes, It spreads its wings and careened up through the lush green background Up the sky blue and white….. In the gloom of black, where life getting wet with blood And minds getting blurred with smacks. Smacks those articulated by quacks. Quacks those destined to serve humanity, Serving just the opposite, exterminating it brut

Have you ever fallen in love? Have you felt Goosebumps in your tummy just at the sight of her.? Have you ever tried doing the stupidest thing on earth just to get a glimpse of the potentially best grin in the creation? Have you ever listened to the songs of Bryan Adams so delightfully…Then come share my feelings and reach to cloud #9…… THY LOVE Thou hast taught me love, Such is thy pleasure. The feeling I thought was fakest Thou hast made it true. The sweet voice of thy hast mingled daisies in my veins And breathed through it melodies eternally new. Oh life of my life Thou hast led me on a way beautiful in love and pain. At the sweetened touch of thy hands, My little heart looses its limit in joy, And gives rise to utterance ineffable. When thou hug me, when thou kiss me It seems that my little heart would break with love And I look to thy face And tears come to my eyes. All that is harsh and dissonant in my life Melts into one sweet harmony And my adorations spread wings, Like a glad

Hi friends!!! Have you been to kolkatta ever??? I guess very few of us have been to The City Of Joy. Well as the vacations are coming to its end I want to share some of my experiences with you about the city from which I hail. In this poem I have used the dialects of English, Hindi and Bengali. The Kolkatta Curry Kolkatta kolkatta, don’t worry kolkatta Hum Hai tumahre kolkatta. -Some lines by Usha Uthup (Singer) Blessing Ganges, Structured Hugli Curvy tracks And bumpy roads. Too much log And so much cars, Crowdie trams And speedy metros. Reddish buildings And whitish cops. Muh me paan Kandhon pe saman. Ankhon me tension Zubaan pe pyaar. Countless lakes And towering scrapers. Aroma of culture And scent of joy. Bargad ke pedo Se jhukti lataye, Woh puja ki gargrahat Se maa ke naina. From Sourav’s drives, To Pranab’s defence Speeding through The VIP fence. Lal banarasi se Boot-cut tak. Rosogollar Mishti niye, Aeita amar Bangla sonar Bangla…..