I HATE "LUV-STORY"

People say luv is divine..bt it was not with me..luv is blind,bt it created a havok in front of my eyes..i m nt critising luv bt showng my anger over my luv-story..

" LUV STORY"




different is my luv-story,


but i have somthing to worry,






mine was d luv at first sight,


but it did not made my future bright,






together evrything we share(d),


in d end she did nt care,






enjoyed in all d known garden(s),


scolding i got from my warden,






she ws to my life a divine boon,


she told"marriage wil b ours very soon",






smile on face with eyes filled with tears,


sorrows n scoldings in d end i have to bear,

she was to me everything,near n dear,


"i hate u",in d end i had to hear...
 
-Raj-

MY BUDDY-PEN

This is d poem i dedicate to my companion,my buddy,my thought-expresser,my tool,my sword....PEN..it shares my attatchment wit it..

MY BUDDY-PEN







This is d story of me n my pen,


Similar to d lion n its den;






When it ws new in my hand,


I held it like a magic wand;






As it ws used n became old,


Loosing its ink n color of gold;






Helping me in exams,filling forms n letter,


Making my future bright n better;






Travelled with me theatres,mall n park,


Uncovered my shell of ignorance n dark;






Changing its refill with same old case,


Transforming me from ABCD.. to MB,BS;






Exams,underlining,scratching it has 2 deal,


Writing prescription,casesheet made patients 2 heal;






Walked as companion 2 fulfill my dream,


It was my bread,butter n cream;






Thru it i was called poet n writer,


Compared 2 sword it s always mighter;






Lying silent in dustbin when it got cleft,


Knowledge i got thru it did not left;

Wishing a good-bye i gave a kiss,


Ever i write,"Buddy" i will miss...






~R@j~

THEN-NOW..

I went to barber shop along with my friend,who wanted his hair to be cut..there was a long queue for my friend's turn to come..i sat there reading newspaper of that day,but could not spend more than 10 min..then i shelved out my phone from pocet and started to type my thoughts..it went on like this.

Then i entered college ith aim to study,
now ended with aim to love sum one..

  then sumone loved me,
  now i am loving sumone..

then i had mbbs to learn,
now i have life to learn..

  then i had few friends without emptiness,
  now with lot of friends i am blank..

then i cared about my dress,
now i care about characte..

  then i called my friends for work,
  now calling them is my work..

then i wanted my college years to end,
now i want them to restart again..

  then i worried about result date,
  now i am worrid about our departure date..

then i loved sweet foods,
now i love sweet memories..

  then i know what are my goals,
  now i dont know towards which i am moving..

then i knew college principal,
now i know what principles are..

  then i came for knowledge of medicine,
  now leaving with knowledge of life..

then i played volleyball,
now emotions are playing with me..

  then i used to read stories,
  now i am writing stories..

then i red jokes to laugh,
now i joke to read books..

  then i grew physically,
  now also mentally..

then i doubted everyone,
now i doubt myself..

  then i believed my mind,
  now i believe my heart..

then i counted best friends,
now i count what friendship is..

  then i shared food with friends,
  now i share my thoughts..

then i spoke with my mouth,

now with behaviour..

  then it was beginning,

  now there is no ending..

 

 

A THOUGHT...

Once me n 2 of my friends went to a movie..when we returned it was almost 1 a.m..almost al other hostel fellows were fast asleep..i lay on my bed to sleep,but sumthing was reeling into my mind..a thought was not allowing me to sleep..i sat up,took pen and paper..it manifasted into this small poem..

SUDDENLY A THOUGHT CAME TO MY MIND,

IT MADE ME FROM ALL SIDES KIND..

I WAS SITTING ON MY BED UNDER THE FAN,

READING THE INGREDIENTS OF COCA-COLA CAN..

WHY NOT GOD REVERSE THE LIFE OF OURS,

SO THAT IT AGAIN START WITH OLD-AGE HOURS..

NO TEETH,GREY HAIRS,LOOSE SKIN AND STICK,

FROM SORROW TO HAPPINESS CLICK BY CLICK..

COMING FROM OLD AGE,WORK TO WIFE,

SO WE CAN BETTER UNDERSTAND MEANING OF LIFE..

FALLING IN LOVE WITH EXPERIENCE OF PAST,

THEN THE MEANING OF LOVE WOULD BE VAST..

THEN FROM LIPSTICK TO LOLLIPOP,PIZZA TO ICE-CREAM,

IT WILL MAKE TRUE GOD'S OWN DREAM..

LASTLY FROM BIKE TO BALL THEN PLAYING WITH MUD,

THEN WILL BE OUR SOCIETY WITH NO THORNS,ONLY FLOWER AND ITS BUD..