The Man With The Pen

A teenaged boy was cycling along a road, in the early hours of the morning with newspapers piled up behind. Strange, isn’t it, in this day & age? You might be worried of him being asked to work underage. The problem was that his father is lying on bed, ill. Though his mother worked at other people's homes, he also worked a bit. He went to school after doing his job. He was used to getting up early and rushing around. But, he was dependent on the generosity of the people at whose homes his mother worked to be at a respectable school. His teachers were always happy at his efforts at study and they knew that he will do something in life that they'll be proud of. He had always been hardworking. One day, he met an old man whom he had always seen teaching poor children like him. The old man had always watched him running around on his cycle early in the morning. That particular day, he was already out on a walk, so he asked the young boy why did he have to roam arou...

Mystery surrounds it, The way people are totally enveloped by it, When one becomes an integral part of another’s life, A moment sans the other makes one question life, It’s been said that love is always at first sight,     How do you know who clicks absolutely right? For this, the brain and heart continually fight, Who will always be there in times gloomy or bright? A beautiful mind isn’t always to be found in a beautiful body, People spend eternity for a glimpse of a great buddy; Who can keep you content and happy? Who can lift your spirits when one is most unhappy? If only one person is in love and the other is not, All efforts to keep the relationship come to naught, Leaving both people broken and in a tight spot, And in a long battle to find again the love they sought.

I've seen people everywhere always in a continuous hurry, I don't understand what's the necessity for this hurry and worry, Everyone walks on the road busy on the phone having no awareness of the danger that they carry, People find virtual relationships easy, not real ones on the contrary, There is no time left for us to do some soul searching,  Everyday we let our work keep surging, How will we live if our focus is on goals till body & soul are aching, Why not hunt for ways to find & nurture our hearts calling? Why not take breaks to enjoy life and the beauty of the world? Why not let your mind get to work, flying in the air like a carefree bird? Why should we not be loyal to each other's word? Why have we lost faith in ourselves & the Almighty God? Why do we have doubts about the intentions of our own kind? Why are we preoccupied with personal growth,not in the growth of those who live around? Give a little thought to this piece of cre...

The pain she goes through while giving birth is unbearable, The love she has for her child inexpressible, Her efforts to keep her child happy and healthy irreplaceable, Her faith in her child is unshakable. When her child errs, she feels frustrated evidently, But at the sound of the first cry, she is agitated genuinely, Every minute of her life is so dedicated to her child, that the child’s absence will shatter her entirely, Irrespective of her happiness, she basks in her child's success totally. The depth of the bond changes over time: But the essence of the bond will always remain sublime. Initially as a friend, The child shares things which only his mother will appreciate and comprehend; A child can never hide any hurt or happiness from his mother: She will look through however much he may attempt to pretend. Each scolding is learning embedded About how to live life; The mother is the best teacher - The best guide in times of strife. ...

Friends are the people who light the lamps of happiness, We is the word that brings them to our consciousness, They remind us that there is no word called loneliness, The light that they ignite in our soul makes short work of sadness, So that our heart remains immune to hopelessness. Its difficult for people however different to be friendless, Our friends give us support in times one considers as hopeless, So that when we are restless we remember their support in distress, Their jokes and mischief lifts our spirits in times of stress, Their advice and similarity of opinion give us hope, In times when the only thing to do is cry and mope, Their cheerful faces and the fun moments spent with them  They are always there for us when situations become difficult to cope, In these situations their very presence is a strongest rope,  Fighting or not talking to them does not reduce their affection, However badly hurt they might feel by our word...

Oh how I wish my childhood and adolescence existed longer, When happiness, wonder and idealism alternated with despair and anger, When the mind was free of ambition and hunger, When innocence and maturity used to linger, When the best food was cooked by mother, When affection, admiration, irritation was there in the eyes of brother/sister,  When advice and criticism was heaped on us by father, Those were the days when winter and summer were fonder, Where did the excitement and surprise for a new experience disappear, Who was it before in whom faith was put in times of gloom to appear, When was the last time small situations created panic or fear, When each friend was colourful and so very near and dear, Oh! how I wish to pause and remember those moments with wonder, Oh! how long has it been since one felt younger, Oh! where is that wonderful smile free of greed and hunger, Oh! how much will I miss the days devoid of worry and despair, And so with a heavy ...

That moment when I opened my eyes on television, There was your vision, So well you made me feel,  It was riding on one wheel, Never have I seen such a fascination in people's eyes, You make the goalkeeper stand open mouthed as the ball flies, Then as it hits the net he cries, And the defenders are rooted to the pitch in surprise, As you fly past with rockets attached, When asked how you do it your reply as if detached,  Your talents are so unmatched, You will leave this game and remain unsurpassed.

  Not so long ago, one little boy walked with his mother to search for water in the forest. They had already been walking for an hour in the burning afternoon sun. It was the month of June in India, the peak of the hot and dry summer, people are in desperate wait of the first drop of rain. Hoping drought goes away, but, sometimes, it does not, making every day a fight between life and death. One has to hunt for cattle fodder, food and water.    The little boy asked his mother, "how long do I have to walk ?" The boy was exhausted and the searing heat was sapping whatever energy he had left inside himself, yet, he plodded on, trying hard to curb his thirst, so that if they found enough water to suffice for the day he could easily get rid of it. Finally, they found a well with enough water. Slowly, his mother pulled the water up the pulley in the bucket and emptied it into the pot which she then put on her head to carry water back home where her husband was waiting...

  Mountains stand tall, towering over the whole world, Making life difficult for those who live among you, Testing our strength with cold winds and blinding snow, Making us think of going around, over or through your challenges, You ask creatures to change to live or bitter cold winds are on the way, But at the same time, you provide life giving water to all creatures, You help keep enemies away, ask the wet winds to empty themselves, So that those far away also have enough water for themselves, We have to make roads that wind upwards around you, While at some other places, we cut tunnels through you to let us go, Just about a century ago we invented airplanes to go across seas, Slowly we started to fly them over you but landing them is difficult, Leaving this you also show us breathtaking scenery, Your lofty heights are covered in permanent white snow, But the lower reaches provides a stunning contrast, You stand tall, we have to crane our nec...