An inch of happiness in a heap of sorrow...

AN INCH OF HAPPINESS IN A HEAP OF SORROW

Pensive mood in the eyes lying so deep

So much to hide and so little to weep

Can I somehow gather some time to sleep

Over the credulity of my inner reap?

The world might say I may cry a lot

But never do they give an opportune shot

It’s all left to rot, decay and begot

Some uselessness inside and become forgot

So do I squander just to work and wonder

Am I a puppet in this dungeon down under?

The world so fast or I too slow and slumber

My mind just goes, from numb to number...

I ask a question, or let us play a game

It’s not about me, or about asking your name

Just tell me when this happiness became

A thing so transient, and so practically lame?

Why are there eyes above me and watching

How do I act or move and do my walking

What is in those who do all this sketching

Penned bullied down, trembling and shivering....

Facing reality is a tough to tougher ask

Facing the world is more than an impossible task

If you go unprepared for the treachery at bask

The devils all around in countenance of a mask...

It will end this way, one day one moment

Worried for forever your breath will end

So what can you do, what message you send...

In people to come, and generations to descend?

A fear, a hallucination or perhaps a dreaded ghost

That the world is surreal, and nothing to boast

Your life never had a happy glass of vodka or toast

That’s what you wish to tell them, all the most?

Draw the positives, somehow somewhere

Life for all others, sometimes if you dare...

Just dig out a moment when you did kiss with glare

That last dripping brandy and a moment so fare...

Cherish the things with the people who love and grant

Love to yourself, your beings and your younger hands

May be the face which is always there wherever you stand

There are certain positives, I say again, to bind and band...

Else the world becomes rusty and people do stare

You stand all alone, so lone and so bare

You just wish to find solace or to share...

A word with a few, who do somehow care...

Love your life. Love everyone around you, specially those who care for you. A warm hearted “good morning” or a smiling “hello” means a lot. Imbibe these, the world will change for you. Perhaps still 99% will be against you, but 1% for you in such a vast population means a lot. Please, love your life, don’t just live it.

The Metamorphic Song

The Metamorphic Song

- Shashank, 12th October, 2007

It’s high time I do change

It’s high time I deliver

Not in eyes of people, but myself

Sending through a tremulous shiver

I wanna shake the rustiness, the tardiness that binds me harder

I wanna move the dastardliness, that bastardiness in a corner

I wanna ruffle the craziness, some laziness up the surface

Bubble out the sturdiness, the consciousness like a river...

Ebbing through, hearts so deep

In the blood which does weep

My body which does creep

Impotency beneath I do keep

But under this mistaking, the grieving I do gather momentum

But under this fast speaking, lyric writing I make some hum

Coz I wanna ruffle the craziness, laziness up to the surface

Woof out the sturdiness, the consciousness like a drum...

Crazy, lazy, messy, and busy, statistical indeterminatancy

All which comes binding with no mercy....

It’s high time I do change

It’s high time I deliver

Not in eyes of people, but myself

Sending through a tremulous shiver

I wanna shake the rustiness, the tardiness that binds me harder

I wanna move the dastardliness, that bastardiness in a corner

I wanna ruffle the craziness, some laziness up the surface

Bubble out the sturdiness, the consciousness like a river...

My idleness took away my love

MY IDLENESS TOOK AWAY MY LOVE

- Shashank, 30^th September, 2007

So much to do

In so less time,

My own verse says:

“I won’t rhyme”

Until I compel it,

With some power:

The greed to excel,

The habit to shower

Perhaps some brilliance

Or personal motivation,

Somehow I do it

Killing the sedation

Which has been idling

Ever since birth

A mood to relax:

A choice not worth?

Still don’t know why
This body is lethargic,

Just doing nothing

And pretend being so sick?

If I can write this poem,

Why not something else;

If I can give time here

Why not where she dwells?

Still I do miss her

In heart deep beneath

Ever since she left,

I’m not at ease to breathe...

Time and tide waits for none

Poetic Power

THE POETIC POWER

- Shashank, 28^th September, 2007

This is a lyric

Not long ago thought

But something cynic

And yet so wrought...

Strange, isn’t it?

Power words do cast...

More than a conduit

Meandering rough and vast

Draining your emotions

Or playing with the mind

Sometimes, serving as potions

Or others, soothing and kind

And when it gets serious?

It’s grave indeed

To listen out curious

The voice of tears beneath

Nothing else surpasses

The voice of the heart

Or the melody of the grasses

In winds, making ‘em dart...

This is a lyric

Now very well thought

Perhaps a little cynic

But yet, so wrought...

Something to say...

A GUILT TO SHARE...

Way back, I thought why I write, and perhaps I never came up with an answer. I am supposed to be a very nice person, loved by parents, family and to have a sense of maturity and responsibility. The first part is perhaps okay, but then the second part violates it: reasons thrust upon just for the sake of something called adulthood, when the mind still wants a bit of that childhood back, in fact a lot of that childhood back: yes, there are testosterones, there is a darkness, there are all things a mind can have but you never live to, and never should; but then again there are some things which should never be. What you jest amongst your friends, how you come up with the fairer sex, all is put up a vigil eye by this society; making simple things complex. We can never be that frank we were in childhood: morally correct; but ethically unapplied, rather wrongly applied. There are other ways to achieve objectives...

Still regretting what I did, why I did, and why I did not say what I should have said, what I said which I should have never...

One day this blog will go to you, that person to whom it’s aimed... my last attempt of approach was wrong, rather unsuccessful, this one I hope goes to make amends.

Love you

“There are things

Which remain regretted

To think likewise

And to become forgetted...

Still heart throbs back

And strikes something holy

I shall, for you, redeem

And bring back lost glory

This man may have slowed

But not his emotions

Still he’s young,

Don’t make any notions:

LOVE YOU"

Lost Forever

LOST FOREVER

- Shashank, 26^th September, 2007

What should be the first line?

Neither I know, nor you over there

Soliloquy, with a glass of wine

Where has all gone: life, love and care?

Alone, lone and shattered yet alive

Gusts I have seen, blows taken aback

Still I walk, my breaths do thrive…

But are there reasons, a cause to crack?

Life is but a mist of the gloomy

Until seen unlike, in the shade of a hand

A gesture which cared, and did love me

But nothing left now, so alone I stand…

Loneliness casts a deep penumbra

Eyes become static, and hopes so numb

Blood follows such a static orchestra

Nothing feels rhythmic, all so dumb

Perhaps time is only what I pass

Killing it thereby, and moving some place

Don’t remember when I peeped into the glass

Forgetting who I am, what is my face…

What should be the ending stanza?

Neither I know, nor you over there…

Soliloquy, with a glass of wine

Where has all gone: life, love and care?

A song for CE Summer Camp, 2008

This folks, is not a poem. It is a song which has proper tune and lyrics. So enjoy the lyrics part of it...

SONG FOR SUMMER CAMP, CIVIL ENGINEERING

-Shashank, 26th of September, 2007

The roads...

The roads...

The roads to success

We built upon

The roads to fantasy

We dwell upon

Excellence personified

In our very way

Coz we are the civilians

In every word to say..

There has been a light

That has shown the way

There has been a lot

Constructive to say

There has been a theme

Cast upon

There has been a group

Delivering great...

The bridges...

The bridges...

The bridges which are

So connective to say

Their strength, durability

The sturdy never sway

Hearts of a million

Joined this way

Coz we are the civilians

In every word to say..

There has been a light

That has shown the way

There has been a lot

Constructive to say

There has been a theme

Cast upon

There has been a group

Delivering great...

Civil ain’t something just to ponder or work

Civil ain’t a lone job to just to thrust and jerk

It’s a technology we see, something we pride

It’s a brain we use, a thing we never do hide

So shout with me....

Civil engineers....

So come with me,

And join this chorus....

There has been a light

That has shown the way

There has been a lot

Constructive to say

There has been a theme

Cast upon

There has been a group

Delivering great...

There has been a light

That has shown the way

There has been a lot

Constructive to say

There has been a theme

Cast upon

There has been a group

Delivering great...