THE FRUIT LADEN TRUCK

( Inspired by my pal Saurabh Gupta's " Life Gone By " )

Born in a hardscrabble family,
he sought a better existence.
Till now his life had been
at the mercy of providence.

His lady love had abandoned him
after several years of togetherness.
She had given him illusive promises
and left him in a state of bitterness.

He realised the world doesnt care
for those who dont have the buck.
He left home to find a better base
where he could try his luck.

He travelled from one town to another,
knocked on several doors.
But, no one would entertain him,
not even the local whores.

He was in tatters, his pockets were empty
and so was his stomach.
That is when, for the first time he stole,
stole from the fruit laden truck.

After several such escapades,
he evidenced where his true talent lies.
It didn't take him long to achieve,
the underworld's unattainable heights.

He became the most dreaded Don,
the mafia king, who was unknown to very few.
The police no longer weary of this fact,
ignored the past futile attempts and started anew.

The task force was deployed to obliterate him.
They ensnared him at his bethel.
With no means to escape,
he welcomed the bullets as they ripped his shell.

The unvanquished's eyes were getting closed
as death made its presence known.
Before he breathed his last, he saw nothing but,
the fruit laden truck alone.

THE PLEA

Who is to be blamed?
For I was born this way.
That I am their child, is,
my parents' only dismay.

I am not counted in them,
neither in he(s) nor in she(s).
Not allowed to exist in peace,
am ridiculed by the society.

I am not known by my name.
Eunuch, is what they call me.
Devoid of an employment,
no matter how skilled I may be.

Unwilling but with no guiding light,
I resort to unholy means.
I am not loved and am not allowed
to love, as I'm unclean.

A big joke of destiny's, I am.
I'm a human being, still.
Treat me thus, unlike how its done,
I am not an ill.

Even I have a query, can it be answered?
Do not take amiss.
There is " male " in every " female "
Does anyone ever question this?

THE AFTERMATH

I cannot take this separation.
It debilitates me everyday.
Whenever I confront the mirror,
my mood turns grey.

Till a few days ago I used to
revel in, us being together.
But now, such a phase in life,
we cannot even see each other.

I glance through the past photographs
and shed many a tear.
The reason for us parting ways,
still remains unclear.

I blame myself and my antics,
which has put us in such a situation.
You distanced yourself from me,
upon my persuation.

Whenever I stroke my head,
I feel your absence there.
Please forgive me, for i have sinned,
Oh ! My luscious hair !!

The devil inside me had spoken,
I just followed what he said,
the day when I took the lustrous blade
and tonsured my egg-shaped head !!

DESTITUTE OF LOVE

The day you walked away
I lost my will to survive.
Though my heart is still beating
I don't think I'm alive.

I begged you not to leave,
you wouldn't hear a word I said.
You left me standing all alone,
as my life tore apart in shreds.

Why did you do this to me baby?
What was the reason for deserting me?
It takes a strong man to get over baby,
the pain of being destitute of love.

I don't feel hungry,
I don't feel the thirst.
I've lost my sleep forever.
my life has changed for the worst

I'm left with no other option,
am standing on a cliff.
I take a step forward and,
I'm now in eternal bliss.

Why did you do this to me baby?
Why did it have to end up like this?
I couldn't take this further baby,
the pain of being destitute of love.

OPPORTUNITY

Once and only once,
do you get an opportunity.
If not grabbed then,
you suffer for eternity.

You say or do something,
without realising the effect of it.
Only later sometime in life,
you regret what you did.

The consequence of that one deed,
strikes you real hard.
From avoiding that ghastly situation,
you seem to be barred.

This lump in your heart stays with you,
till the time you're alive.
You are beareaved of all ties,
on your own you have to strive.

You are depressed, deprived of the happiness,
are unwilling to the pay the price.
Wish you could go back and make ammends,
but only then do you realise,
that once and only once,
do you get an opportunity.
If not grabbed then,
you suffer for eternity.

Dear Friend (A rap)

Dear friend,
I write to you cos I'm paranoid.
I'm scared that I'd die before I can change my life from being so void.
So there are few things I'd want you to do from my side if I die
In case you receive this after I die, sorry buddy I couldn't hug you "Goodbye"!!
I'm sorry dude, if I've ever done something to annoy you.
know you're a kind man and would forgive me, wont you?
Dont take your hatred for me, if you ever have it, on my wishlist.
You're the only one I can rely on, so here I go with the actual gist.
Take care of my parents man, they are growing old,
to support them in every way possible you need to be very bold.
Dont depend on my brother to do that, he's still just a kid.
In difficult situations, teach him to be placid.
Take him under your wing, he needs to be nurtured.
Teach him all the realities of life, he needs to be tutored.
Water the plants in my lawn everyday, mom's a little forgetful.
Attend to the lawn from time to time, so that it remains flowerful.
Pay the last coupla EMIs for the plasma and car, be sure to get it done.
Take the signed leaf from my chequebook, my acount no. is 4209211
You know my neighbour dont you, that meany needs to be taken into task,
take that pistol from my cupboard, you dont even need to ask,
dad or mom for the permission, cos they dont even know that I own one,
stick it up to the throat of that freakin son of a gun.
Tell him he'll be havin bullets for the next breakfast, if he tries to mess around.
Dont let him feel my absence, even though I'm not around.
Make my funeral grand man, call all our buddies for the occasion,
dont miss out on any of 'em, neither coloured nor caucasian.
Fill my coffin with red roses, make me lie on top of them.
Dress me in my best suit, slip on my finger my wedding ring with that red gem.
Engrave on my tomb stone "here lies he, who claimed he was the greatest one".
I know people will be sad cos I left without telling anyone.
Lastly, very important, tell her I loved her, you know 'bout whom I'm talkin.
Tell her I loved her when we were together, even after she ditched me.
and I would keep loving her even though now I'm RIP.

Man In The Mirror

Who's this man, I see in the mirror,
he looks so familiar to me.
He doesn't seem alive, he's surely not dead.
Is this what's called a zombie?

When he steps out of the mirror, I see a different man,
I see him all alive.
I see his joyous face, I see him conversing,
the poor man is so naive.

Cannot peep inside his credulous mind,
its circled by an inscrutable fence.
He dons a cloak of happiness, wears the mask of smile,
what's the reason for this pretence?

He returns to the mirror, a while after dusk,
I see him shedding his camouflage.
No one's there to hear him, none to console him,
there's no kind of entourage.

Why doesn't he cry, why not shed a tear?
How does he withstand all this tremor?
I'm devoid of any answer, even though I,
I am the man in the mirror.

VALENTINES DAY

the following is a poem i penned down for my class girls on
valentines day but inspite of requesting them,it happened otherwise........


VALENTINES DAY

Happy Valentines Day to you.
You've received this cos you're one of the few,
who has been very friendly with me,
and made my 12th std life a fantasy.
Don't presume I'm writing this prose,
just to melt your heart and to propose.
But actually my ultimate aim,
is nothing other than to simply acclaim,
the friendliness with which you've behaved,
that has erased the tremors in my mind and saved,
my life from being a lonely one.
I thank you for whatever you have done.
Now the time has come us to part,
to take new paths and to start,
a new life,with fresh faces and new friends,
adapt to new surroundings and new trends.
So this is a request i wanna make,
the friendship of ours,kindly do not break.
No matter how far apart,in this world,we survive,
do find time from your busy schedule and revive,
your memories,and occassionally pass a grin,
that you met this person called vipin.
I wont forget you,neither in a hail nor in a storm,
so please do not ignore e-mails from taurusvv@hotmail.com
This is all that i wanted to say,
on this very occassion of Valentines Day!

THE FAMOUS DRUNKARD

She was his most intimate friend,
they used to spend most of their time together.
Until one day his father sent him to London,
10 years passed without them meeting each other.

She lit a lamp in his memory,
no force could ever extinguish that light.
Finally he returned after 10 years of seperation,
he was dumbfounded at her sight.

She had groomed into a beautiful lady,
and the buds of friendship blossomed into flowers of love.
He was the most handsome man she'd ever seen,
as if he was sent from somewhere above.

But,his parents were against this relationship,
as they were of a higher caste.
As per her mother's wish,yet unwillingly,
she married an elderly rich person at last.

He was shattered beyond bounds,
and this teetotaller hit the path of alcohol.
He sought refuge in the house of a courtesan,
who was the most famous one in the mall.

The courtesan liked this new man,
who was not a bit interested in her.
Unlike other men,who used to get enchanted,
by a mere smile of her's.

She loved this man with all her heart.
despite getting the same in return.
While on the other hand he was dying every second,
in his sweetheart's memories,he used to burn.

When breathing his last breaths,he went to his sweetheart's place,
and deteriorated in front of her gates in anguish.
His girlfriend could not see his body,
and the ever lit lamp had extinguished!

Jack & Jill

Jack & Jill went up the hill
after exchanging vows at the altar.
They made their tent near the lake,
and made love under it after.

After the act, they lay besides each other
& gazed up at the sky.
Innumerous stars & the moon shining bright,
so perfect was the night.

Jack said,"Jill...the sky is fully lit"
Jill asked,"What does it tell you?"
"It tells me there are millions of stars up there
and plenty constellations too"

"It also tells me its a full moon tonight
& that the time should be quarter past three.
I see a couple of planets too,
look! look there! do you see?"

"I also feel tomorrow the day will be
all the more pleasant & beautiful.
Lastly it proves that lord,
and only lord is the most powerful"

Jack asked Jill,"What does it tell you darling?
Why are you so silent?"
Jill says,"I love you honey but it only tells me,
that someone has stolen our tent!"

THE SACRIFICIAL LAMB

Have you ever imagined how,
it feels like to be the chosen one?
When brought up to the guillotine,
under the burning sun!

Just a microsecond before,
the lusturous blade fell on you,
the tremors and quakes in your heart,
nobody ever knew.

The good time has departed,
when you used to cherish.
Now the time has arrived,
for you to perish.

Maybe you're being made a scapegoat,
you didnt commit any crime.
None of them is ever concerned,
you're over with your time.

The doorways of death will be open,
once you hear the bell.
Who knows which gates are open,
of heaven or of hell?

When the time was ripe,
you never agreed upon being supervised.
Its too late to pay for your sins,
you are to be sacrificed.

The bell strikes,you get up with a jerk
and see a pool of red.
Far apart from the rest of the body,
lies a lonely head!

A BIT OF YOUR LIFE

Give me a bit of your life.
I beg you,let me stand in your position
and see,
what are all the things,
that a perfect human being can feel.

The happiness with which you are living,
let me share it with you.
The joyous atmosphere around you,
let me feel it too.
Give me a bit of your life.

The tension prevailing in your mind,
tell me what its due to.
The different pressures on you from all around,
let me take a few.
Give me a bit of your life.

Your face has swollen red,
you curse whomever you see.
You're exploding with anger,
let that devil in you be me.
Give me a bit of your life.

You are utterly depressed,
you cry throughout the day.
The hurdles in your path,
let them come in my way.
Give me a bit of your life.

THE TRAITOR

Today I got the news,
and suffered a terrible shock.
The love and affection she showed me,
was all a huge mock.

The way she walked with me,
the way she talked with me;
Now when I try to recall those moments,
I get a surprise from my memory.

It has stopped responding,
I forget to remember those golden days.
Those precious moments are all now,
trapped in a mystery maze.

How could she do this to me,
was it unknowingly my mistake?
Her this act of treachery,
has left my life at stake.

God of death!! I seek your presence,
relieve me off this cursed life.
The girl whom I once cared for,
opted to be the "other's" wife.

If he had been a better soul than me,
I would've been happy for you,my love.
But,the person whom you have chosen,
is a hunter who'll cage you,as a dove.

Gone are those days when I dreamt of,
us walking hand in hand.
Now even the scent of our footsteps,
would've been wiped off that sand.

"Lucky fella",they used to call me,
"got such a darling dame".
Now I'll have to erase from my heart,
the tattoo of her name.

Nightmares will haunt me,
I'll witness those wretched sights.
No cure is there for this epidemic,
other than sleepless nights.

Is there hope for me anymore?
Will my future somehow blossom?
My pals provide me with false hopes,
words full of sarcasm.

I'll have to bear this murder,
pretend its part of the game.
Once again my heart acquired a picture,
for the "traitors hall of fame"!

TERRORIST ATTACKS

They never leave me,
they'll get me for sure.
They'll ruin my splendid shirt,
so colourful and pure.

Innumerous times on my shoulders,
they dropped it from the socket.
Once when they aimed at me,
it fell right into my pocket.

Over a tree or a railing,
they'll be waiting for me to come.
They'll bombard when I arrive,
shouting,"lets give him some!!"

Not under a tree or a wire,
I look for an empty space.
Thats when one of 'em flies over me,
and spoils my bag's grace.

Once it fell on my friend's shoulder,
and splashed over my pant.
The washerwoman saw the artwork and said,
"this pant........I cant!!!"

My friends dont dare to stand near me,
coz i'm an easy prey.
To get rid off these awful creatures,
I cant even look up and pray.

To shoot all the crows in this world,
is my only desire.
Once or twice I got lucky enough,
the stuff landed on my bike,'saffire'!

I'll call an assembly of crows,
plead them to put this affair to a stop.
Else,I dont thing I'd ever be able,
to manoeuvre crowdrop!!

BEAUTY QUEENS

One of the never missed events ,
on television.
Especially among the male community ,
its a common topic of discussion.

Females resembling goddesses,
who have come down to earth.
Blessed are the parents,
who have given them birth.

The contestants of a beauty pageant,
arrive one by one.
Eyelashes painted with mascara,
skins tanned in the sun.

Their weight is lesser than paper,
they'll get blown off in a breeze.
Bodies as brittle as bangles,
which can get shattered on a sneeze.

Teeth dipped in chalk,
hair soaked in coal.
All the contestants of a pageant,
have the same goal.

Their ultimate aim is to become,
Mother Teresa in life.
But as time takes it turn,
they prefer the role of a commanding wife.

Three of them are crowned,
their future is already made.
In about a year's time,
movies,they will invade.

Judges question,"How will you utilize the prize money,
if you win this contest?"
"I promise , 50% of the money ,
in charity work I will invest."

They do charity work for the body,
relieve it off the extra weight.
They rush off to the beauty parlours,
before its too late.

Whether Miss Beautiful Skin,
or Miss Beautiful Smile,
once the make up is off,
their beauty will go into exile.

Miss World or Miss Universe,
they have got a nerve.
All this effort pays off in the future,
when they get husbands, who'll serve.

VISION

The chirping of birds on my window,so lovely.
I wish to see them there every morning.
So melodious indeed to listen to,
the rustling of leaves on the awning.

I feel the cool breeze blowing at me,
the trees are swaying and dancing merrily.
How content I would feel if I could
sit and watch this picturesque sight daily.

Heaven can be felt while on earth,
this world is such a lovely place to be.
I live my life with ardour
though I'm blind,don't have the power to see.

THE DAY THE MIGHTY ONE FELL ( a poet's version of the FREAK SHOW )

The day the mighty one fell,
God had warned him aplenty,
he didn't pay heed to the almighty.
Never could faith deter him on any occasion,
but this time he didn't foresee,
what lay ahead of him.

The day the mighty one fell,
even his solitude did not favour him,
the singleness proved to be a curse.
He was struck severely,
his invincibility was
overpowered by destiny.

The day the mighty one fell,
the womb which gave him birth had cried,
it wanted to refute the reality.
It was in a stupor,
it implored all the lords
for his well being.

The Providence saved him from the grave,
the million prayers healed him soon.
His world had come to a stand still,
the day the mighty one fell !!!

THE DEBT

Its not monetary,
but it is a debt.
Those umpteen sacrifices,
I'll never forget.

Guilty conscience haunts me,
but to no avail.
I endeavour to be successful,
but always fail.

I plead for chances,
God doesn't comply.
I put up queries,
but get no reply.

Repentance for my sins
doesn't solve matters.
The foundation I had laid,
is already in shatters.

I pray for an opportunity
to overcome these torrents.
So that I can repay the debt
I owe my parents.

LESSON WELL LEARNT (On a warden who was beaten up in my college hostel,li'l bit of exaggeration!!)

There was no pre-planning,
no preparation at all.
Meetings took place inside the rooms,
silence prevailed in the hall.

No motto or reason behind,
what was about to be done.
Not an act of mischief,
but one for sadistic fun.

The man was a little liberal with the drink,
didn't know what was coming.
He swayed along in the corridor,
heartily humming.

Before he could realise he was surrounded,
the action was pretty swift.
He tried controlling his intoxicated mind,
but eventually it did drift.

The gallant soldiers wasted no moment,
charged upon the helpless prey.
Many against one,
how just was this fray!

While receiving the blows his memory rekindled,
he thought about the past.
The good rapport with his pupils
had changed drastically so fast.

After this demeaning episode,
everything seemed coherent to the man.
The next morning his body was discovered,
hanging from the ceiling fan.

MY BEST FRIEND

My best friend for life,
is with me throughout the day.
Accompanies me everywhere,
does everything my way.

Gives me a shoulder to cry
when I'm sad.
Shares the merriness with me
when I'm glad.

I find utmost peace
in the company of this friend.
The bond between the two of us,
people cannot comprehend.

At times I ignore this friend
and seek others' presence.
My friend never complains,
doesn't show a bit of indifference.

This pal means a lot to me,
is part of my aptitude.
My life would never be the same
without my friend,my solitude!