The Longing

Love gushing out of the heart's brim
Could I possibly ever be grim?
laugh!!
My Lochinvar, finally mine
With him I'll live,play and dine
Oh!please let me prance ahead
On the road of future i want to tread

My Soldier

The atmosphere was never this merrier
with sweets and presents piling up in the foyer
But once again I heard him clamour
as there was another tremor
he's actually my protector
But Diwali gives him the terror
AS the sound gets louder
he gets closer
when i urge him to be bolder
He wears the face of a friar
I find him searching for a buffer
to shield himself from the human pleasure
When the celebrations are over
he gets under his comforter
my tailed little faithful SOLDIER

The True Worshipper

It's dusty
and dirty
But it's still my country
and I'll clean it
Wherever i go there's hunger
Why would anyone want to linger?
But it's still my country
And I'll change it
Greedy politicians filled with corruption
Why would anyone want to make it an option
But it's still my country
And I'll clear it
Terror strikes at any time
Why would anyone want to be in such a state of crime
But it's still my country
And I'll heal it
It is not the Best
But I'll strive to make it the best
As it is still my country
And i truly worship it

Recession

Every morning
is a mourning
people thirsty for a ray of hope
in the dark they grope
time has made everybody a toy
while it has been the clever decoy
my!my!people in pandemonium
some succumbed,some fighting while the other re stuck with Valium