FULLSTOP.

An end to everything,
Or a new beginning,
A full stop not always,
Marks the ending.
It may be a start,
To a new sentence or chapter,
That adds more meaning,
Or a whole new meaning thereafter.
If it acts as a finish line,
It leaves you behind,
To ponder upon or learn,
What you read beforehand.
A small dot on the paper,
Is a significant sign,
So distinguishable from a twin,
That completes a letter ‘i’.
A terminator, a discriminator,
A tiny entity,
With a larger character,
Present in every story.
So next time you see,
A full stop as you read,
Remember you’ve collected,
A little information indeed.

Café Coffee Day

The coffee is cold,
I have been waiting long,
Still not confident what to say,
Just humming this song.

The song playing in the coffee shop,
Isn’t complementing my situation,
You just step in as if nothing’s wrong,
And it catches my attention.

Then suddenly you change the scenario,
As the smile vanishes with words of disparage,
And I am still interpreting,
Should I convey my love or rage?

I try to be diplomatic, to keep it cool,
You are eager to know what my answer is,
Pre-decided on the argument proposed,
But you say you do not wish to ‘reminisce’.

Finally, a consensus is met,
As we decide to separate,
The long conversation with some happy moments,
With an end, we might regret.

Tears fill your eyes,
As you are determined not to cry,
Paucity of words leave me silent,
To comfort you I cannot try.

At the exit I bid you a goodbye,
For you are leaving my life for eternity,
The coffee shop tagline catches my attention,
And I read to agree-“A lot can happen over a coffee”

Silent Confession.

I try to write down my feelings,
But it just doesnt work,
For the hypocrite i have been for the past years,
And everything i wrote was fake,
Some hidden truth though,
A lot was half baked,
Even if i reason those sins,
Pity and condolence is what i'll get,
A few would change their opinion about me,
But not one word of understanding i'd win,
I am so used to the dark that i fear light,
Am too coward to step up and fight,
Where are those who called themselves my friend,
Why do i feel so lonely,
Why do i feel the path behind me silent,
Did they leave me or i left them to ascend,
My hands quiver as i try to regret,
I cannot write my agony,
May be there is too much to state,
And my heart is not in harmony,
Confessions of a guilty mind,
Conscience that was killed with little effort,
Cant see ahead, the past accusing from behind,
But its too late now , i suppose,
The jury, the accuser and the guilty,
Its always me playing a character,
And finally the nemesis unavoidable,
Has only left me to deter.

LOVE STORY.....

Along the road the darkness

falls,

Behind my back my future

calls,

She knocked my door and gave a

smile,

As if telling me we could walk along for

miles,

I thought, I pondered,

I glared,

But to express myself I could not

dare,

Taking a while I gave a

smile,

But till then our world had rotated a

dial,

Accepting our fate till this

date,

We have been friends not zealous

mates,

We try our best to see the

present,

Sometimes our past amidst the

crescent,

Beneath the moonlight creeps as a fairy

tale,

And I find myself going beyond the

pale,

Thoughts return to present

time,

As always she is more

determined,

I try to learn but always

fail,

And everything ends as if a

sail,

Has battled through a silent

storm,

And hope my thoughts never

deform,

Our future is unpredictable I

agree,

If u love something then let it

free,

It returns, its

yours,

If doesn't.......

POKER!!

I have always related life to different phenomena I come across. In one of my poems, I related life to the five elements, the human body is formed of as encrypted in the Hindu mythology. Every time i do this i learn a completely new facet of life. Its been long since i wrote anything on life and somehow today a new facet once again dawned upon me.
Today, i see life as a game of poker. Initially i thought comparing life to a game of poker sounds so lame. Also, it would eventually sum up to the fact that i want call life a gamble. But its is when you consider the details of it, you realise that there are various factors in this gamble which makes the game- in this situation life- more interesting. The most basic aspect of a gamble rather poker is the amount you have with you. It basically decides the limitations of your risk-taking factor. Then comes good luck and finally, the most interesting aspect- probability.
First, i'll take a few moment to tell you how the game progresses and then i'll relate it to life. There is initially a blind bet which is compulsory for two players on the table and optional for the rest. After this, the dealer deals out two cards to each player which helps the others to decide whether they want to remain in the game or quit. If the player choses to play then he needs to put in the required amount. After all the players have put in the same amount, the dealer will place the next card face down. This card is not to be seen and is termed as 'burn card'. After one card is burnt the next three are placed on the table face up. These cards are considered common to each player and he or she has to place the bets over the consideration of having the best combination of five cards with two cards yet to be revealed. At this stage, those who think they have a chance to win go ahead by rising the stakes. OtherS, not so confident, fold. Now, all those who remain enter their bets and after each one has put in the same amount the dealer once again burns the next card and displays the card after that to all the player. Now there will be four cards on the table and two in the player's hand. Again, each player decides whether he has a chance to win by getting the best five- card combination. Now, the betting process repeats and also the dealer once again burns the next card and displays the card after that. This is the last card to be dealt. At this stage, you have five cards on the table and two in your hand. The player with the best five card combination would win. Obviously, there is a heirarchy to be known in order to know whether you have a winning combination, but, for time being i am more interested in mentioning the process rather than teaching you the entire game.
Let us have a look at life now. At the beginning, two players have to pay a blind. This implies to each player in turns. Life puts forth an ordeal to some people whereas there are others who are exempted. However, we least realize that the placement of ordeal would be in turns. If i have payed a price today, you may be the one facing the same situation tomorrow. In some way, we all are bound to pay the blinds. Then comes the luck factor. It is mere fate that we are born in a poor or rich family, our parents are respectable or cons. Yet, something to be realized is that as you have no option but to proceed in the game with respect to the two cards in your hands, in life, you are bound to accept your background. You cannot run away from you family as they are the ones who give you an identity. Try imagining your life without that last name you add along with your own; its impossible. Although, an option would be to fold or, as in this case, give up on life. But to remain in the game you have to pay a price. Every achievement has a price of its own. Some, confident enough to win are ready to risk everything they have. Others, hoping for a little support from fate, struggle. Now, comes a very tricky part of the game of life. In poker, you have a burn card. The burn card basically reduces the probability of you making the best five card combination. Something to be noticed here is that this stage would occur only if the player is choosing to go ahead with the two cards in hand. Even in life there is a card burnt. Life first gives you a choice whether you wish to live ahead with the options you have. Once you chose to go ahead, in a way, you chose a direction. At this stage, you are deprived of the the probabilities of many other directions. Its something like i chose to make a career in science stream then my probability of becoming a chartered accountant is exterminated. This example is not exact but supports the idea well. The later cards that are dealt by the dealer can be interpreted simply as the opportunities provided by life. In the game, it helps you make a better five card combination. In life, it helps you succeed. But at each stage, as a card is dealt, some price has to be paid.
Finally, one might argue that if this is a game, then there shall be only one winner. surprisingly, i have the best example at hand. A game of poker can have more than one winner. At times, it may so happen that not a couple or triplet, but, all the players win. To some extent, this is true. most of us face victory towards the end of the game of life. Although, the definition for victory differs from individual to individual, yet, life has its own concrete definition for the same. the game of poker, along with luck, requires some skills as well. It isnt very different with life. to play the game of life, we require some skills. Hence, it becomes important that we learn from every small win or loss. the first three cards that open may not prove of any help. but, sometimes it becomes important to hold on and not give up. I have seen a pot of 20k and 30k win by players with 2's and 3's in their hand. just because life gives us something less than others doesnt mean we have a lesser chance to succeed in life. Play poker and you'll realize what i mean when you'll see a player lose the game even after having two aces in hand.
Last but not the least, something about poker i like more than life is that if you are bored of playing the game, you can quit for sometime and then get back. Unfortunately, life never gives you any such privileges. So if i am bored of playing the game of life should i quit?

SUNSET……..

A moment of intense fear, shock and trauma held her tightly, leaving her expressionless. She wanted to scream and moan but her senses became involuntary. The very next moment she had her child’s head, soaked in blood, on her lap crying aloud for help. The neighbours rushed in alerted by her cry. They immediately rushed the child to a hospital wherein he was carried to the operation theatre.

Suddenly, the world took a pause as if the earth stopped rotating and time took a halt; she was once again surrounded by intense fear and agony. In the state of shock lay a mother- a mother who had that heavenly smile run across her face a few hours ago as she kissed her three year old who learnt to recite few verses of a poem. It was now that she sat at the corner of a bench outside an operation theatre wishing that the next moment her child came running calling out for her and she found that what she was experiencing was just a nightmare. Her neighbours tried to console her but all she could see were the stairs down the aisle stained with her three year old child’s blood. Her pain and agony were in retrospect with her blood stained clothes. It appeared as if it was she who was bleeding due to injury and her clothes were stained by her own blood. Indeed it was. For a mother, it was her own blood and so was the injury.

It was an hour of desperation for a mother. She was so helpless. Still in the state of shock, tears rolled down with pace. A neighbor tried to console her but no words were sufficient to ease the pain she felt within. Only if there was a way for her to learn about her child’s progress, it would atleast help her fight her fear. But, there lay a helpless mother, who would give up her own life if it was to save her son’s. She had lost her husband a year and a half ago. With no shoulder to lay her head on, she was, by no means, prepared to see the only hope for her survival fade away. The neighbor consoling her knew the fact that if the child doesn’t survive, the hospital will witness not one death but two.

Sorry, will continue the remaining later......hope u felt tht u want 2 read ahead...

A teen’s age

Walking along the road; a sunny day,

Tired and thirsty I lost my way,

Every direction I could see,

A different way, a different place to be,

Some appeared smooth and bright,

Others portrayed darkness and fright,

A novice I was, biased to the bright,

Did not wait to think the other side,

May not be as bright as this,

So I just stepped ahead in bliss,

In the way came a fold,

All that glitters is not gold,
I turned around to step behind,

But the way to me was totally blind,

As quoted “if you cannot beat it join it”,

So I refused to forfeit,

Walking along the road ever minute every second,

Killing my conscience as it beckoned,

Just ended the journey with tears by my side,

Nothing at the end I could not abide,

Only once if I had asked for a way,

Singing with joy I’d happily stay,

But that was my part of fate I feel,

Only one wish granted to me I will,

Just sit at that junction where I began,

So another wanderer in a further span,

Would see my pitiful state,

And think at least once, to choose the right gate.