The End of the Tunnel

Wrote something after almost an year . This poem narrates my experience and thoughts exactly an year ago . Great feeling, feels good to write again .

I sat lonely , tinkering with thought,
gazing at the broken window,
and the golden rays it bought .

Squatted in one corner of the room ,
silence took me into the past,
from glorious days to the present gloom .

Lessons learnt are engraved in stone ,
that both in sorrow and good times ,
its just you and you ,alone .

I have never blamed anyone,
its foolish if i should now ,
the damage has already been done .

finally , its time to make an amend ,
and like all other tunnels ,
hope this tunnel will one day end .

                                                 ~Khalid

Varieties

Lo! there they sit, serious.
Like fishes , all curious.
few victorious , few mysterious.

Yes, Iam speaking,
of students in this hall,
like unheld bricks of a wall,
five rows in all,
each row, five columns tall.

The first column of each row,
before preachers, they silently bow,
and if they don't , they know,
that their marks, won't grow.

Focussing on the next two,
they know , who is who,
with doubts , they always moo,
if unanswered, silently boo.
Some are too innocent,
as if they were winnie the pooh,
locked up in a small zoo....

Attention, the last two,
Kings and Queens sit here,
with minds, all clear,
gossiping, in full gear,
lectures, they angrily bear,
for attendance,they're here,
and if there's an exam near,
they curse and say,
" My Dear, My dear...."

When eyes close and sounds cease...

To no avail
shall the people,pleasures
be, none is concerned.

Its the moment
of silence and tranquility.
The moment of death,
As we call it.

Forgotten heroes , lovers,
good men , bad men,
and women, poets too,
were laid , will be laid.
To earth is the return...

 A few moments
after the moment,
Life gets finished.
in a nutshell,important events,
concerned people. Now, completely diminished.

And during the moment of peace,
slowly ,one shall freeze,
like the fading breeze,
then eyes close and sounds cease...

Littleangels

My childhood,
I shall always miss.
'cause innocence,
for me was a bliss.
All little,
my bro and cute sis.
Our parents,
loved and gave a kiss.
If scolded,
we would cry and hiss.
My childhood,
nice it was, still it is.

But now,
we are grownup clowns.
Ever facing,
life's up and downs.
Little chance,
and all of us pounce.
if we don't,
our careers shall bounce.
Friends scattered,
in distant cities,towns.
We have lost happiness,
our names are just nouns.

The sad man's prayer

i think this piece suits our fast paced materialist life...

Having fed up with life,
and after leaving his wife.
between monks, on a mat,
the sad man,quietly sat.
he thought and meditated,
and unto God, he prayed,
"O Noble one! Great,Holy and Wise,
Towards you ,let my heart rise.
give my soul,the eternal prize,
even after my body's demise.
My Lord !
Of all the experiences felt,
and all the people dealt,
each one,slowly but melt.
Only one joy remains,forever,
happiness that i felt ,
before you,
when i knelt.
O Exalted one !
pleasures are not what i seek,
in spirituality , iam weak,
tranquility, i greatly seek,
till the zenith of mind's peak.
O Omnipresent Guide !
show me the true delight,
out of ignorance,into the light,
transit, from black to white,
end this mortal plight,
today, tonight... "
saying this,
he breathed his last ,
and fell down.

In Blood

Well... i dont know whether its just with me but whenever i read or see some news , there is always something dreaded which i am forced to accept.. it pains me a lot when when i see or read of violence and it sends shudders through my spine..it is on this theme that i have penned this..

" In Blood"
I open the newspaper,
and in it,i see,blood.
and on TV, i listen to,
they are talking of blood.
Of crimes,murders and extortions,
of shootings,suicides,and killings.
Of mines ,bombings and attacks,
of destruction, rampage and brutality.
Clippings of innocent children,
men and women.
In blood,with no limbs.
People with fear in their eyes,
not knowing,
when their end would come.
My heart turns down numb,
sends tears in my eyes.
And it asks me,
" Aren't we human?
if so, then what is this?
why does this happen?
that in the place of happiness,
in the lands of glee,
there's death in full spree.
whenever i see,
where ever i see...."

let the stars twinkle

Listen ye gentlemen,
carefully listen.
Of what you teacheth ,
to your sons and daughters.
Education,you force upon them.
of your choice,in complete mayhem.
Have you ever thought?
why their minds rot..
No, you did not.
and think you care a lot.
Please, harass them not.
if so,they learn just a dot.
Try to touch their heart,
and see a milton , a mozart.
Give them first , a second chance.
help,observe! With keen glance.
And surely ,
the flower shall bloom.
Rising,
dispelling the gloom.
And this shall happen,
" ladies and gentlemen,
only when your eyes open"