Common Man

It is a story about a common man
An ordinary Man
Who dreams of living an Extraordinary life.

Emotions he displays are passive
Silence and not words are his friends
Things around him moves
But he doesn’t want to get out of the groove

At Close quarters he looks like a guy enjoying
His misery!!!
He wants to change, but cant muster
The courage to change…

So what is he is waiting for?
Opportunities, which would elevate him?
Aren’t opportunities created?
Than waited upon

Don’t say little does he know?
He knows it quite well!!!
He knows the cause of his misery…
It is not the situation, but it is he!!!

He waits for the things to happen
He waits for the things around him to change
He waits for people to applaud
He waits for people to abandon him
He waits for his miseries to grow….
He waits for his death

Blessed is he!!!!
For his sound metal and physical faculties
Blessed is he!!!!!
For his ability to take charge…

Ignorant is he of appreciating life
Ignorant is he of the uncommon things..
For him his worlds starts and ends with his common problems…

Little does he appreciate the joy of sharing
Little does he appreciate that happiness comes with contentedness
Little does he realize that smile spreads with smile…

He seeks sympathy for the sufferings inflicted on him by himself…

There is a common man with in all of us…
“Waiting and wanting to be loved …”
“Expecting to be appreciated…”
“Afraid of being rejected…”
“De spiteful of being cheated.. “

And yet this very own common man with in us refuses to accept that

“Revolution is a festival of the oppressed…”

Mercy is the word of the Fallen one....

The same hands...create and heal.


Some fall from truth.
Some fall from ignorance.
Some fall from false pride..

Used is Mercy to clear the sin..

Some fall from jealousy...
Some fall when they cheat.
Some fall when they waste.

Used is Mercy to clear the sin..

Some fall from loyalty.
Some fall from confidence.
Believe it or not Every day... all of us fall from grace..

And we choose mercy ..
for the miseries we create..to clear our sins..

Riveting River

As I walked over the dreamy river...
The ice was thawing. floating with bits & bergs..
Wind shook the bare trees..

I try to cross the bridge..when i do i hear the thud..
I hesitate.. I stop look around..
I looked at him..
And this is what he said....

"I was ice when I began.."
"I was small when I first touched the sand"
"He wasn't ready to give in"
"I moved little by little looking at him head to head"
"Yes I did melt .. I wearied a little. but I didnt stop"
"I moved along..waiting for things to pass on"
"I met others like me.. this time we were one fighting him(sand) "

"There were few friendly trees we carried along.."
"We left no body.. stones,trees,flowers,leaves..just about everything
sometimes even the rebellious sand"
"We protected.. when they breathed with in us"
"Some saw us.. so they rained on us.. some flowed into us"

" We had learned how to live with them (sand) "
"Just when we thought things were just fine"
"It started becoming cold "...
"Some of us slowed.. others moved .."
"Things started becoming... tough..."
"We stopped.. we still held.. to our dream"
"We knew nobody could stop.. as longs as we believed.. "

"Days passed into months.. but as days went by
.. the stronger and closer we became..."

"Friends.. left.. those we protected...
we still protected.."

"Then one day.. there was a hope"
"Slowing we moved .. it was tough to move again"
"The old flame was ignited.."
"The old dream of reaching the place came back"

"Now you see me.. happy again..
but I have seen it all warm hot and cold"

"Remember we aren't here for the hot and cold"
"All of us would someday reach the place.."
"It is about how live while we flow"

I smiled.. I turned .. I crossed the bridge..

Small Things

The flavour of ice cream...

The smell of dad's shirt..

Sneaking out of the house when all
were asleep...

dancing in the rain.. or made up rain using
the garden pipe...

Or getting the toy that you always wanted...

Snuggling into parent's bed... when
you wanted to feel special...

Wearing that new dress to school on your birthday...

running to the waiting school bus when the bell rang...

Eating pickles when mama wasn't watching...
trying to fit with the sister's crowd...

The feeling of getting out of the party which
parents threw...

Breaking the glass with a cricket ball ..........
and running away........

waiting for going on summer holiday with family...

Sad but true.. Have we forgotten.... to smile..
for the small little things we used to so much
crave for

Smile.. Coz .. child is still with in you...