Ride Of My Life

Billy was a cute little boy,
Not well built, but shaped like a Koi,
Living in his own world with a toy,
A little doll, that gave him lots of joy.

I knew Billy as a very good friend,
Usually drove with him until the highway bend,
A feeble little boy who, could not defend,
Ask for help and his right hand he would extend.

Today I plan to drive in my pick-up car,
My pet sedan, which I named ' Highway star'.
Drive around the park, not very far,
And have a drink, in the coffee bar.

I said to Billy " Hop in the car lad"
We were going for a drive like we always had,
But then what I heard drove me mad,
"I’m busy for the drive," said my dad.

A Humble Prayer

I cried and prayed to the lord
Like a baby with a just broken umbilical chord
Hoping my prayer would give the expected reward,
Which was neither a diamond nor a golden rod.

My prayers were heavy and intense,
Which always are when I am tense,
And god finally decided to end all the nonsense,
By standing in front of me and showing his presence.

He asked, " Is this something to do with your last wish"
You had asked for a wife, when I offered you a golden fish,
Even refusing a endless supply of your favourite dish,
The words form his lips were coming like swish.

I said, " Please take back this wife of twenty"
I prefer staying alone till I am seventy,
To which god replied " sorry son that I can’t guarantee"
Since when I send them I don’t give a warranty.

Piggy Bank

I was walking in the rain
All my efforts had been in vain,
With only loss and no gain,
All my money had gone down the drain.

Fore every penny lost my heart pauses,
So now I stopped counting the losses,
But how can I forget the silly causes,
Now I'll go home and listen to Gun's n roses.

Now that I am totally broke,
Seeing me even a frog wont croak,
If I don't act before I soak,
People will make me a joke.

Enough troubles I already had,
Now before my miseries start to add,
Or even before I start to turn mad,
I better say " give me some money dad."

Curse Of A Nation

He is rich but acts poor,
He has a car that's for sure,
Most of the time he is on a tour,
Around aristocrats he'll hover.

Sometimes he acts funny and crazy,
But most of the time he is lazy,
Staying only in places which are cozy,
He always acts like he is very busy.

He earns money, by being cunning
Behind wealth he keeps running,
Living by making a honest earning,
Is some thing he'll never start learning.

He is the head of every association,
Ad he doesn't take any suggestion,
He makes money vanish like a magician,
This is a short introduction of our beloved Politician.

Rain Drops Keep Falling on my.....

As the tiny raindrop fell on my nose,
I stopped watering my garden with the hose,
My garden filled with flowers like Lily and rose,
Can make anyone stand on their toes.

Then all of a suddenly it started to pour cats and dogs,
Drenching my years supply of fire wood logs,
People walking for shelter began to jog,
The only creature not troubled was a dirty little hog.

Today nature had done my every-day's job,
Watering the lilies and the tree of cob,
Now I'll fry some ham on the hob,
And then start to tune the T.V. knob.

Then I heard some noise from the garden which I dote,
I rushed there hoping not to see a goat,
Instead I found my sister in a moat
Watering the garden wearing my raincoat.

My Ambition In Life.

When My mom asked me " What you'd Like to be son?"
I said I'll be an astronaut and go to the sun,
Or I'll be a weightlifter and lift one ton,
Or I'll be a baker and bake fresh hot bun.

Then my brother asked "what you'd like to be brother?"
I said I'll make quilts of cotton and feather,
Or I'll make jackets of fine silk and leather,
Or I'll be a meteorologist and predict weather.

Then my sister asked " what you'd like to be young man?"
I said I'll make or repair ceiling fan,
Or I'll make lotions for people who tan,
Or I'll be a driver and drive a truck or a van.

Then my dad said "decide and tell what you'll be my child"
I thought and thought my thoughts ran far and wide,
My thoughts were hard but my face looked mild,
When I replied " I'll spend all the money which you have piled"

All For A Small Cause

I was driving down the street,
Wondering where to give her the treat,
Should it be a dinner or just a sweet,
Making her happy was really a big feat.

As I turned left, down the road,
I changed my thinking mode,
These women I felt lack code,
Understanding them is really a big load.

I first met her, when she asked me for a lift,
So to make her happy better give her a gift,
Thinking this I started driving in a swift,
Before our relationship could drift.

If you are wondering whom I am talking about,
Its certainly my wife, without any doubt,
Do you know why she is acting like a lout?
It's because I said "you're a little stout."

Garden Of Eden

I was in my garden, plucking the blossoms,
When my eye fell on a rose so red and awesome,
It spoke to me and said it was feeling lonesome,
So I picked it up and kept close to my bosom.

It said you are sweet and kind,
My thorns may hurt you, but please don't mind
So I replied "A rose like you I'll never Find"
Whose petals with gold are lined.

I said to the rose, your perfume I wanna smell,
And get the feeling of falling in a bottomless well,
And listen to the sound of my heads ringing bell,
As I said this the rose from my hand fell.

The rose started moaning in pain,
Its sound was louder, than the whistle of a train,
By then I heard some noise that sounded like rain,
But It was my wife shouting " You're drunk again!"

The Longest Day

As on my bed I lay,
I was woken by the suns first ray,
This was going to be my first day,
The day I was waiting for is come today.

I take a walk on the beach sand,
With my Walkman playing a rock n roll band,
Yesterday some thing happened totally unplanned,
I had won the lottery of a Million grand.

Now as I drive to receive the prize,
With my eager wide open eyes,
My excitement is on a rise,
My life had finally played the big dice.

The though of money made me drool,
I entered the office and kept my cool,
I was offered a seat and I sat on a stool
Then out came my friends and said "April Fool"

Twisted Tale Of A Housewife

As my boat, I row down the calm lake,
Staring at the ripples caused by my boats wake,
The hard heart in me becomes soft like a cake,
What serenity around me, which no man can make.

Then a gust of wind blew across my boat,
Bowing my hair and my coat,
I take a fresh look at the lake which I dote,
And see a man in who's hands a fishing rod tote.

What a pity to hook a jolly good fish,
A free swimming creature ends up on a dish,
When they swim in their water they looks so swish,
Their death comes even without a last wish.

Like the fish I hope this man meets his end,
For hooking poor little fish, who cannot defend,
In anger a bunch of curses I decided to send,
But soon realised that he was my dear husband.

The Flight of Icarus.

It was going to be my first trip by flight,
And the look on my face Wasn't a pretty sight,
The very thought of flying at a height,
Made me heavy and my stomach light.

Although my flight wouldn't be very long
Flying for me is harder than listening to a sad song,
And what will happen if any thing goes wrong,
At this very thought my head felt like a gong.

Sitting at home I was waiting for time to pass,
I was afraid and my body stiff like brass
In case I fall, I hope I fall on grass,
And hoped that the air would lift my mass.

With fear I started to sweat and cry,
My mom came and asked me why,
And when I replied "I'm scared to be High"
She said " It happens to all Birds when they learn to fly"

The Sixth Sense

The night was dark and cold,
To step out of the house one had to be bold,
Although my house was haunted and old,
"Stay in" that's what I was told.

I heard my Grandma call me downstairs,
She was nice, but her voice was like a bear,
Her face was full of wrinkles and her head had no hair,
And it was she who looked after me and took my care.

She told me " Son go out and check the noise"
It certainly wasn't coming from my toys,
So there was only one choice,
It must have been the neighborhood boys.

As I stepped out of the house I heard two children boast,
I thought ill call them and give them toast,
So I went near them like a perfect host,
But at my sight they ran off shouting " Ghost"

All In a Day's Work

Five young men were walking down the street,
Their Dress looked, new, very tidy and neat,
Their Steps seemed to follow a particular beat,
It appeared that they were back form some feat.

I wondered, why were they so happy and gay,
Is it because they had received their pay,
Or just because it was the month of May,
And when I asked this is what they had to say.

One said that he had just won a million buck,
The other had just bought a farm of duck,
The third had won a contract to supply puck,
The fourth said he had got all the worlds luck.

But all four of them said that they endorse,
That the fifth one was luck's source
and before the word "why" from my mouth could force,
They all said " He just got a Divorce"

Rhyme Of An Ancient Mariner

I waved at the boat as she started to sail,
Her speed no greater than that of a snail,
In the bright water, filled with sharks and whale
My boat looked sturdy but pale.

As the gentle winds carried her on,
I recollect my sailing days so long gone,
Today here I am standing on the lawn
And launching my boat 'St. John'

With the gentle waves she started to roll,
Lost her course and hit a nearby pole,
Even before she could reach her first goal,
My boat had lost its soul.

The very craft that I so dote.
Began to sink just like a goat,
In desperation I threw my coat,
As down went my paper boat.

Santa's Way

I met Santa on my way,
Hey Santa I asked "where you stay?"
With hair and beard so white and grey
I don't believe north pole is your way.

I walk up and down the lanes,
Sneaking in through the window panes,
Giving children trains and planes,
Said Santa and gave me some manes.

I thanked Santa for his gift
And clever Santa asked me for a lift,
But I replied in a swift,
That I have no sledge to drift.

Santa said you are a good lad
But some of your habits very bad
Hearing this I felt very sad
But soon I knew Santa was my dad.



Note: This is a old poem I wrote couple of years back. It was Selected by Poetry.com, to be included in their 2005 spring edition "Eternal Portraits Series". Just thought It deserved a place in this trash

The Women In My Life

We were doing the walking,
Although she was doing the talking,
She certainly wasn't Joking
I felt her voice was like a frog Croaking.

And then she started to yell,
That even scared the churches bell,
Couple of tiles from a building fell,
My ears got the taste of hell.

Then all the people around gave me a stare,
As if I were a colourful mare,
I was too embarrassed not to care,
And all my pride got a tear.

Like a person who's just been bailed,
My face was getting smaller and paled,
These women always get me nailed,
This time it's my mom, just b'cos I failed.

A Day At School

It was a lazy month of June,
Just hoped it would end soon,
With a soup bowl and a spoon,
I was watching a T.V. cartoon.

I had just come back from school,
A place where a genius becomes a fool,
With dummies called teachers as it's tool
The place is certainly not cool.

Going to school is a big headache,
A pain that I certainly cannot take
Sitting on the same chair and being awake,
I feel like a cake that is about to bake.

With books bigger than Everest,
The last word I here is rest,
With exams , practicals, and test,
It is the most dangerous pest

Kid cute like a blooming Aster,
Is made to work really faster,
Unlike a chapels proud pastor
I am my school's stupid headmaster.

The Way Life Is

Vessels in my kitchen sink,
Lying from days and they stink,
Should I wash them first or have a drink,
Life for me is never rosy and pink.

Staring at the pendulms bob,
I recollect how I lost my job,
Now I will turn the radio knob,
or else ill soon start to sob.

Last week I lost my dog,
Now the only pet I have is a hog,
But I can't take him for a jog,
Only thing I can do now is sleep like a log.

To end this everyday strife,
I'll have to kill myself with a knife,
Or use a better way to end my life,
That is bring home a wife.

Riddle Of Life

I was the third in a bunch of four,
Life for me was Really a bore,
Fighting for food, my skin was sore,
And food was the one which I needed more.

We slept outside a stable,
Staring at the dinner table,
Hoping that the master would be noble ,
Like in some Aesop's fable.

My mom had no money for food,
So leftovers really tasted good,
But my mom always kept me in mood
But sometimes she was really rude.

Winters never made me cold,
Nights always made me bold,
As my life history is being told,
Two of my brothers are being sold.

Be it rain or be it Fog,
Rest of my Life I am expected to slog,
Run with my master or even jog
And to introduce myself I am Jack your Dog

The Day That Never Was

I'm expecting to receive a bottle of wine,
That's what she gives me during Valentine,
Attached to the bottle, a card, with a line,
That usually reads "You are always mine."

I could here her car stop by my door,
In joy me heart started to roar ,
I could wait for her no more,
Without her my life was really a bore .

Her face looked a little sour,
Although she was late by an hour,
She neither had a bottle or a flower ,
But in her hand she held a cover.

I stared at her in appreciation ,
Her presence bought a lot of consolation.
I opened the cover with a lot of expectation ,
In it i found her wedding invitation.