A SWEET VOICE..

people become fan of singers because of their sweet voice and start learning music or singing..my situation is different..i heard a sweet voice and she inspired me to poetry writing..it was a turning point in my life..she transformed me into a different human being..i always praised her voice..and by god's grace thanking her i wrote this poem..

a sweet voice


It is body's speaker, it is your voice,

You have no selection, it is god's choice.

Present in speech, songs, cries and laugh,

Expression, abuse and in your cough.

Win people just with a sweet talk,

And you perform work with out a walk.

The voice i am to describe is so unique,

It is butterly, soft and sweet like a music.

Mesmerises people and the surrounding atmosphere,

Calm like a river, the words all clear.

Blessed are the ones who heard her speak,

Words from her mouth my ears do seek.

Sweetness of it like honey and cream,

Wife with a sweet-voice i do dream.

With her voice she binds her frnds,

'Peace' and 'politeness' message it sends..

~RP

LABOUR ROOM

this blog is about a poem i wrote in labour room titled by the same name..i was posted as night duty intern there..after finishinng the routine rounds i sat on my chair..it was almost half past 12 am..i glanced through the ward and noticed peculiar scene..this i formulated into a small poem..

LABOUR ROOM


In the world of all woman,

Alone, dull and 'extinct' man..

Beds, BP and abdominal bumps,

Syringes, needles and plastic dumps..

Husband half-sleepy, waiting for wife,

To deliver, to this world a new life..

Feeling, palpating and hearing with ears,

Some happy, some shouting and some with tears..

Nite duty means no sleep, just yawning,

Writing case-sheets and free time drawing..

Thinking it is almost done, suddenly there is a new one,

Running from bed to bed, patients shouting 'come Doctor come'..

By dawn, the last of your calori is burned,

From head to toe, you are completely churned..

Rajendra patel

a change..

hi frnds..i think u ppl know tat change s a rule in every 1's life...recently i 2 experienced a great change in my behaviour,my character n my attitude...1st of all i have become more decent..i now find positiveness in all things..lost interest in admiring gals,flirting them n even d thots of beautiful gals..now i just think of purest form of friendship wit all-boys n girls..no expectation from any1..just living 2 my passion n goal..i m now speaking less n listening more..i m confused abt this change n so my friends..bt i m enjoying this change n feel good..may b in few days ths excitement will pass over and it will becum a routine..may b my friends will understand me better now..but the feelings you get,the emotional upsets,the lonliness n mood changes distance you from ur friends for a while..u try to switch to ur old thots n life..by doing so u fail to enjoy the new thots and new life awaiting you..just b patient and accept d change..at the end you will feel better..

the people who inspired me..

everybod is inspired by some persons or events in their life..so do i..the time since i remember the events of my life i have been infunced by lot of eople and events..


my father-he is my god..he is my everything..from story telling to teaching,from toy making to childhood sleeping-partner,from inspiration to life's lessons..he is everything and in every part of my life..the positive attitude,calmness,sympathy and coolness all i credit to his teaching..he never taught me how to live but showed it by undergoing himself..

my brother/my bhai-when i was kid i just learned how to fight and how to play from my brother..but as i passed from teenage to youth i found a role-model in him..his kind-hearted nature,dressing style,boldness,commanding language and hi-tech thoughts all inspired my college days and beyond..his love towards me is so much that i never felt alone..

my school principal-he is a man to be worshipped..his teaching style,language and subject knowledge,his attitude towards students,his patriotic feelings all inspired me and awoke a hidden indian citizen in me..he made me dream higher and higher...and sowed the seeds of hardwork and dedication..

my uncle-at first i used to hate him because of his tough nature..but as i became older all his words and sayings seemed true..he always wanted us to excel in the work we did..wanted us to be best..he sacrificied his life for achieving our goals..his sacrificing nature,his simple living,his love for all and forgeting-enemy nature all touched my heart..

my friends-i think i share lot of time with my friends..they with their character and acts inspired me through out..in each meeting,in each fun,in each fight i found something to add to my life..they too inspired me to write stories and poems with their funny response and feedbacks..one of my friend who is herself poet evocked a new poet in me,a new passion in me and a new thought process..but all friends add something to my inspiration..and if i write all those inspirration it will fill pages and pages..

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..