I AM YOUR CONNECTION

Loads of people waiting for me,
some paying for it and some travelling for free;
Every person wants to have a race,
When I carry them, I can read their face.

I have seen some of you sad,
and some of you crying.
I have seen you all mad,
and some of you on the verge of dying.


A group of people going for a wedding,
With all their bag, baggage and bedding;
A boy eager to meet his love;
He wishes he could fly and be a dove.


A mother who is going to meet her son far away,
And will be there with him in a day;
A father going to see a boy for his daughter,
And a man taking a goat for Id to slaughter.


I have seen a thief snatching a chain,
The children shouting when I pass near the lane;
I have seen a lot of blood and people abusing me,
And saying ‘Why did we ever catch you in a spree?’

I keep on striving towards my destination;
I have the nerves of steel and not driven by emotions.
This is the difference between me and you all;
I hereby give you a clarion call.

I am a TRAIN,
Like you, I can’t enjoy the rain.
You all are going ahead in the race of being practical,
you are no more humans, rather too tactical.

Be what you were before,
Life has so much at its galore;
I know what you were and what you are,
I am a train, I AM YOUR CONNECTION

THE QUEST OF MY SOUL

Why was I born?
Amidst my thoughts I am torn;
Was it to cram my school books,
Or was it to learn the latest looks.
I am stuck in this loophole;
this is the quest of my soul.


Why was I born?
I think while watching a movie and eating corn,
Was it to win a prize and be called a champ,
Or was it to be a good girl and not a vamp,
I can’t get my aim as a whole,
This is the quest of my soul.

Why was I born?
My inside me, I always warn.
Was it to follow a set of instructions,
or was it to learn the managerial calculations.
My life keeps on moving on a constant roll ,
This is the quest of my soul.

Why was I born?
I wonder after a party when my friends are gone.
Was it to eat the pizza bites,
or was it to compare my status heights.
The power above asks me to extol,
This is the quest of my soul.

Why was I born?
It struck me on a rainy day’s dawn.
I passed by a child who had no food,
with two burgers, near him I stood.
I could see in the mud a struggling tadpole,
and here arose the quest of my soul.

Why was I born?
I have got the answer on my own,
It was to get that wonderful smile,
On the face of the child, I met before a while,
Tears took away from my eyes the black kohl,
‘Joy of Giving’ is the answer to the quest of my soul.

HOW IT GOES

Sam,the agent worked so hard,
For extra hours he used to work;
He wanted somethin on his visiting card,
"Team Leader" the name he wanted as a perk.

The manager used to rely on him,
Give him tasks he knew would be done;
Even if the instructions were small and trim,
He knew if its Sam,he would miss none.

Cam,the agent worked so easy,
For extra works of the boss he put in hours;
The "Team Leader" task for him was not freezy,
No thorns on his way,only flowers.

Which way is right I dont know?
The ethical or the unethical equation;
Do we follow the practicality flow,
And be in sync with the generation.

I think the hard work always pays,
But then it goes unpaid many a time;
Then why this confusion in choosing ways,
How it goes? on this my mind is a bit mime.

CONFESSIONS OF A FLIRT

I met this boy the other day,
Who fell in for my frnd a min away,
He wanted to match his frequency,
Sayin she reminds me of sum Nancy;
He said he has never gone wrong with gals,
And had plenty of them as pals,
Girls-the more the better was his say,
Never in my life has any girl told me,"Nay..";

Sumtimes he says that this gal is so cute..
And the other moment bout d same gal he's mute,
Sumtimes he says that i want this girl,
the next moment all plans go n fly like a whirl;
Sumtimes its blue which matches his tone,
coz green turns her off n makes her morone;
I said its weird how do u manage this multi tasking,
he said luk gal,this is the game of flirting;

So he confessed that he said he's bad n flirty,
the idea was cool to him though ppl find it dirty;
May one day he finally stops and finds his bet,
This is sumthing as he says destiny never let;
A heart for beauty,a heart for sense;
A heart for so many things that makes the situation tense,
And long goes the eccentric finding his way,
All good luck for him I finally pray.