24 Nov 2009

Looters on road

Tricycle is the face of Indian transport
or say modern version of old rickshaw
We call it in short,auto
Its amazing how they take us through
the by lanes and heavy traffic
to our desired destination in comfort
Its our reply to the yellow cabs
But is it?
Everyone cant afford vehicles to travel
When it is urgent,we are forced
to rely on those autos
It can save us valuable time
As we can avoid every snailing buses
or other transport systems
But a breed of auto handlers
They think that we are at their mercy
We pay the money for the ride
We aren't approaching them for free ride
Government has fixed rates
Which i believe is reasonable
Now electronic meters are there
which give somewhat accurate readings
But they refuse to switch it on
Before they start the journey
We have to fight for our rights to travel
Is it our land or some other alien land?
As we are in urgent need,we succumb
to the demands,its our fault
Still,there is a limit for the greed
Even if they switch on the meter
In the end they fight to get more
than what the meter indicates
Its a shame that nobody cares
I lost count fighting rogue auto handlers
Who demand more than what they command
Authorities says,you complain to the cops
They will take action,
If actions are taken,then why aren't they changing?
One threatend,go and complain
Ive got lawyer,i will deal it there
Who will control these looters
Who loot the hapless commuters
Who rely these greedy morons
For urgent journeys
It seems we are destined
To fight every day with these looters
If you are lucky you can get away with bargain
if not you are destined to loose money
Or else you will loose precious time
And harassment in front of public
cos these looters don't have any shame

                Nithin R S

Serve or Quit ,indian parliamentarians

We the public aren't fools
But you consider us as fools,let it be
Cos we elect each of you
We watch your every step
Through the medias,
which cover your shameless mediocrity
How long will you remain unchanged?
Its a question to all the politicians,
their beloved leaders and fanatic followers
When people dont have means to
fight against the rising prices
When the people are struggling
to travel through the pothole filled roads
during the monsoon,
You are all trying to cover up the past
In the name of some idiotic leakage
inacted by sensation hungry media
fighting at the centre of parliament
Wasting precious crores of rupees
contributed by common people aka taxpayers
You become an member of parliament once
and you get pensions and other benefits
for the rest of the lives.
Do you remember the voters?
Yes the fools who voted you to parliament
To speak for us,as we couldnt be there
You all are mere representatives of us
Yet you are acting like kings
Forgetting your duties,that we gave you
We put our trust in you,but you are betraying us
Wake up you morons, don't take us for granted
You cant attend every meeting in parliament
You know how to speak in a rally
But somehow your tongue gets tied up
When you are inside parliament
You think about only your pocket
The telephone allowances,travelling allowances
You travels at our expense,its not your birth right
Its your previliege,that we gave you
You have reservations against saving money
When our economy is struggling
You have seen only deep pockets of rich
The common people are struggling
Can you do anything for them?
You know only to organise rallys and bandhs
Against every other issue,without doing anything
Which could solve the real problem
You know well to create smoke screen
of activism,saying we are fighting against government
Dont forget we are watching you
We know your acting inside and outside parliament
If you cant attend the parliamentary sessions
and participate in important debates
Why are you hanging to your membership?
You stalls the proceedings over silly problems
Have you ever counted the losses that you cause
When you stall proceedings in parliament
Those lost money could have wiped out tears
of thousands of poor people
If you cant help in the functioning of the institution
For the sake of these fools
Forgo your daily allowance for that day
If you cant attend the sessions,quit the position
Let someone else take your place
If you cant discuss and find solutions
for the issues affecting common people
Leave the space and stop acting as social servers
You are just actor who fold hands for vote
And goes to Delhi to amass wealth
You know how to market
even the smallest project you undertake
with the MP fund that you've got
Then,why dont you raise our issues
In parliament with all your might
You got our support,hence you are there
If you cant serve our needs,just quit and walk away
Go and serve some those leaders you worship
For the god's sake,don't come for asking vote again!
Its a shame that when people are suffering,
you can find time to fight out some sensational news
Give us the right to call back all the members
who don't discharge their duty,
Law must change,either serve or perish
There should be ban on those lazy bones
who get all the luxury in the name of people
Brothers and sisters ,lets come together
This is the time for us to act
Either they should work,or we should slap them out
from the political world
They arent any leaders
We are the real leaders
We spend our effort to earn money to feed ourselves
These politicians feed on us,saying that they serves us
Realise,power is with us,
Without us they are nothing
Stop giving money to the parties
Which does nothing for the public
They show political strength to quell
the public uprising
We are the majority,they are just minority
If they need vote,they should show
What they have done in concrete
for the welfare of public
so either serve or get out of our parliament
We sent you on our behalf
You have no right to abuse our trust
Serve or Quit ,indian parliamentarians

23 Nov 2009

Words for a soul

In this divine day of love
I shower all the love in my heart
In these words to let you know
That you are still in my heart
Like a beautiful cat with a gorgeous smile
That enlightens my life
Like a rhythm that flows, as words
Precious than my heartbeats
Reminding me to live on
With a hope, so strong and inspiring
My every single step ahead
Your words still rings inside my heart
Like breathe of endearing music
And it keeps me positive
I am smiling, like you once asked for
I am fighting with that zest
To go places as one you told me
I drained all my tears
With prayers for your smile
I failed to throng your heart
With bunch of happiness and care
Instead, I made you cry
In the name of all your tears
I pledge my love for you
Even though I am not in your heart
You will always be in my heart
As a candle light of goodwill
As a mesmerising tax less wish
As a cattie angel of good times

Night Rain







its a beautiful night.....
where is the moon and stars?
clouds did u hide them from me?
oh you wind..
why are you waving fiercly?
now that i m listening to u
the tiny miny droplets of rain
how did u learn the music?
love works in mysterious ways and friendship courts the night ... rain
brings waves of cleaning and renewal to the face of life
rain can bring freshness into extinct hearts
revitalising thoughts in a positive way
rain can wash away all those negativeness
just like as if nothing happened ever
oh that wind that drags the rain across the sky
daring all who get near to feel the utter darkness that lies within
whipping the world into a vortex of feelings and emotions
bringing lost and lonely souls to the apex
swirling them in a flow of retrospection
in search of a brighter light of hope
to find ways to escape to a shelter
where peace is awaiting to heal them
drumming rain drenching the world in colors
colors of brite and light matching piece by piece
into the darkness of night ... falling falling
unsure and unattached falling .....
when seen with heart,even in darkness
one can see those beautiful color fall
as if its a heavenly flourishing of blessings
for giving salvation to every molecule of nature
souls peek from behind the fast moving clouds
feeling the rain .... dreaming of life
hope and happiness
may this rain bring resounding magic
spreading waves of happiness all across
changing the way life looks like
a welcome change for the lost souls






This poem is written in association with my friend Katyayani.We had great time in writing this more of an interactive poetry. Images thanks to farm4.static.flickr & ikigaiway

Read more poems of creative poets at monday-poetry-potluck-kings-queens- . Thanks :)

Theatre of my dreams

Sitting at the small gallery
In that old football ground
Where anyone hardly play football
Still only cricket dominating
With number of pitches at different spots
Fielders everywhere waiting for their respective balls
Watching those old trees with beautiful flowers
Memories run back as if to catch the past
I found a small guy who used to watch curiously
From the bus stop, at those playing in the middle
Dreaming about playing someday there
Hitting the ball out of the ground like them
He saw so many battles out there
Sitting underneath those big trees
Without worrying about scorching sun
Or drizzling rains.
Numerous hilarious moments
Serious debates with total strangers
And those silly fights with the people
Numerous friends he made from there
From being a spectator to some one in the middle
Years went so fast, huh still
Days of bunking in search of playing time
Comes so fresh in mind
Some passion kept him going
Forgetting everything while being there
Now more of a philosophical refuge
To go some time and to sit
Then watch youngsters playing around
Reliving those tense moments in the middle
But now there is no familiar faces around
Only those big trees, the park, the skating ring
And the temple saying hello to him
As if, they were old friends