I WON'T GIVE UP....

Just as I thought it was all over
& everything seemed all right
Bolte from the blue came another setback
The mind had given up,but the heart said,”fine,I will fight”

I don’t know when will this end
Success looks nowhwere in sight
But still,I am determined for one last battle
May be I’ll lose but,
“Yes,I will fight”

Standing in the midst of ruins
Indicative of my past glory & might
I know I have nothing to help my cause
Except my will which tells me,
“Come what may,I’ll fight”

Each day I am made to think
Will my ambitions ever see light
“Keep testing me god”,I say
& become even more focused
“Certainly,I will fight”

Even as survival becomes doubtful
I have just one thought
day & night
Beware my detractors,here I come
Hang me if I go down,
“But yes,I will fight”

ABHI'S CORNER

ABHI'S CORNER

Another honour killing in the backwaters of india-for a change,this time it wasn't in haryana or UP,but in Jharkhand.Journalist Nirupama Pathak is murdered...just makes me wonder does the surname,or rather caste of a person is more important than his life in india??
WHAT’S IN A NAME..??
It’s just a means of addressing those whom we don’t know personally…
For addressing near ones,much better terms are in place,
Yet,it’s amazing how much importance we attach to a name…
As if we all are a pack of jokers,with our names being our only ace

Standing for an election…
Keep in mind the most important criteria,
Which is not your proficiency as a public servant…
But the number of people with whom you share your surname in your area

Unknown people suddenly become buddies …
Because they share the common surname,
Befriending people from other communities & ‘so called’ castes…
Is what they consider a social shame

On the other hand,two people with everything in common…
Understanding each other better than anybody else ever may,
Can’t stay together for life…
Just because they pronounce their respective surnames,in a slightly different way!

One guy commits a crime…
& several others pay a heavy price,
Because sharing their surnames with the former…
Is their only vice!

People may achieve a lot of progress…
Garner heaps of wealth,name & fame,
But it’s all of no use,If they don’t stop asking each other…
“may I know your surname?”

ya khuda...aameen!!

Dil se nakaami ka har darr kafoor kar de...
Meri kamzoriyon ko mujhse door kar de...
Bahut gir chuka hoon aye khuda,ab shayad toot jaoon,
Gham toh mere humsafar hain hi,thodi khushiyaan bhi mujhe manzoor kar de...!!

I DON'T KNOW...YOU TELL ME

AM I A GOOD GUY??
Suddenly I am asking myself…
“Is this what I want?
Is the joy for real,
Or only an external appearance,which I try to flaunt?”

The mind tells me…
“Be happy for others,
For you are a good guy”,
But the heart being heart
Just Can’t lie

The same old story once again
The same old misery and pain
I have never been destiny’s child
Fate,hasn’t exactly been on my side

It’s been a long ordeal
The wounds have all but healed
But there’s precious li’l I can do…
For neither do I have a magic spell
Nor a wand to wield

May be it’s not meant for me
May be the writing on the wall…
I just can’t see

Now it’s the heart’s turn to preach
Remind me of an agreement I can’t breach
Whatever be my sorrows…
How can I be my friends’ foes??…

I have to share their joys
Covering myself in disguise
For the heart reminds me…
“I am one of the good guys!”

BE WARY OF THE UNDERDOGS...

LOOK OUT FOR KKR-HERE THEY COME
They might not be the most glamorous...
but they certainly know when to turn on the heat,
They might not be everybody's favourite,
But they keep everybody on the edge of the seat

Having success on a platter...
is not their thing,
For they believe in the adage...
When the going gets tough,the tough gets going!

Taking the adversary head on is a hobby...
Just as the early morning sun kisses a hilltop covered with dense fog,
I've been one myself throughout my life...
Hence take my advice,never discount the UNDERDOG!!

KKR may be the undedog,but believe me,they're the ultimate champs...GO KKR GO!!

TELL ME GOD...

WHY DO I DESIRE…?
They say the world is a fair place…
Justice may be delayed but not denied,
I can’t vouch for this…
For I have always been accompanied by sorrows,joys staring at me from the opposite side

Nobody could ever explain this to me…
Nor could I myself solve this jigsaw,
Why do some people always have their dreams shattered by fate…
While some achieve more than whatever they had ever aspired for

What’s the criteria for being lucky…
I could never ascertain,
Whenever I prayed for a bit of sunshine in my life…
I was gifted with dark clouds,full of rain

Before somebody lights my funeral pyre…
Some questions I would like the almighty to answer,
Why for me this baptism with fire?
Where do I vent my ire…??
Heck,why did I desire?