CREATED BY...

WHO CREATED THEM?

- Don't know...!

But I know onething-

that they created me.

HOW MANY ARE THEY?

- Don't know...!

But I know onething-

that they are many.

WHEN THEY ARRIVED?

- Don't know...!

But I know onething-

that they are with me.

WHAT WAS THEIR AIM?

- Don't know...!

But I know onething-

that they always help me.

WHY THEY HELP YOU?

- Don't know...!

But I know onething-

that their help grew me.

WHAT GROWTH YOU MEAN?

- Open your eyes;

Look at me!You can-

see 'Who Am I?'

WHO ARE YOU?

- A common human being

with some creative talents.

You Know,I Am A Poet.

WHO ARE THEY?

- They are my guardians;

the letters,my ideas

and everything are they;

They create my poetry.

They are those who-

helps me to create...

They are those who-

helps to create me.

TO REMEMBER...

(...a birthday gift to my friend...)

TO REMEMBER THAT DAY,
WHICH MADE YOU FOR US.
TO SAY THANKS TO 'THAT',
THAT GAVE YOU A SWEET LIFE.

DON'T KNOW AM I RIGHT
OR WRONG,HERE ?
THOUGH I AM READY TO EXPRESS
MY THOUGHTS,IN MY WORDS.

THE MIND RUNS FASTER THAN EVERY BODY.
THE TIME MOVES QUICKLY THAN EVERY MIND.
NO ONE CAN CHASE THEIR OWN MIND;
NO ONE CAN DEFEAT THEIR OWN TIME;
AS WELL AS,IT IS NOT POSSIBLE THAT,
TO CHASE AND DEFEAT THE TIME.
BUT ALL CAN MOVE PROPORTIONALLY,
WITH OWN MIND AND WITH TIME.

AS THE DAY OPEN, THE NIGHT OPEN,
THE EYES AND LUSTURE ARISE AND ASLEEP.
WITH THE MOTION OF YEARS,FORWARD,
THE GROWTH BE MADE,OF BODY AND MIND.

THUS , NOW YOU ARE FAR AWAY-
FROM THE DATE OF YOUR BIRTH.
WHAT DID YOU FOR THE FUTURE?
HOW DID YOU UTILISE PAST DAYS?
THINK IT , ANALYSE IT ; MAKE CHANGES,
IF YOU GET RESULTS BITTER THAN BETTER.

THE ROAD IS LONG , IN FRONT OF YOU ;
LET'S WALK AHEAD WITHOUT FEAR.
DO YOUR JOBS WITH FULL HOPE AND
LIVE HERE WITH FULL COMMITMENT.

YOU ARE HERE FOR DOING SOME GOOD.
DO THE GOOD AND TRY TO BE GOOD.
YOU CAN MAKE IT POSSIBLE IN LIFE.
TAKE 'IT' EASY AND TO BE SERIOS

TO REMEMBER THAT DAY
WHICH MADE YOU FOR YOU.
TO SAY THANKS FOR THE PAST AND
TO PRAY FOR THE FUTURE.


(This is the first poem which i mailed as a Wish. I mailed this poem to Rakhi,my very best friend from school days, on Her Birthday)

BATTLEFIELD...!

THOUGH NO ONE THERE IN PRESENSE,
EVERYONE THERE WITH ARMS.
NO SMELL OF BATTLE THERE,NOW.
BUT AT ANYTIME
IT WILL SMELL THE BLOOD;
IT WILL GIFT THE DEATH;
IT WILL DECORATE THE GRIEF;
IT WILL BREAK THE SETTLEMENT.

WHO WILL LEAD...?WHO WILL WIN...?
WHO...?WHO...?WHO...?
NO ONE KNOWS TILL THE TIME!
NO FAR THE TIME ;IT IS NEAR...
BECAUSE-
MY EYES ARE IN THE WAY OF OPENING;
MY BODY IS IN THE WAY OF WAKEUP...


...YES ! THE BATTLE WILL START SOON...
WITH THE SOLDIERS OF THOUGHTS...
THE BATTLEFIELD,THE MIND-
IS READY TO CARRY EVERYONE.

TO MY FRIEND...

JUST LIKE A FLOWER,
YOU NEVER SIFT THE LIFE;
BUT SPREAD AS A FLOWER,
THE FRAGRANCE THROUGH THE LIFE.
AS LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING
JUST LIVE THE LIFE HERE;
BUT WORK WITH YOUR HEAD
AND MUST WIN THE TIME.
SET THE TARGET,SEE THE HIGH,
TRY HARD TO REACH THERE;
BUT NEVER LOSE THE HEART:
WALK AND TALK WITH COURAGE.
IT IS NOT THE MATTER,THE LOSS,
LEAVE IT AND TO DO FOR WIN.
BE A GENTLE,KIND AND PURE;
LOVE ALL,SERVE ALL IN LONG RUN.
TAKE THE LIFE AS A CHANCE
AND DO YOUR BEST FOR THE GOOD.
BELIEVE,YOUR LIFE IS FOR TO SMILE
SO DON'T CRY ON SILLY THINGS.
HOLD YOUR HEAD UP TILL THE END
AND SWIM AGAINST THE WAVES.
BE BRAVE AND BEAT ALL THE WRONGS;
MAKE A DOMAIN OF YOUR OWN.
AGAIN AND AGAIN TRY TO WIN,
STILL YOU LOST THE FIRST.
BUILD A GOOD LIFE,BRIGHT FUTURE,
PRAY TO GOD;
HE MAKE ALL RIGHT.

DEPENDS ON...

THE LIFE...

IT DEPENDS ON OUR VISION.
THE VISION...
IT DEPENDS ON OUR MIND.
THE MIND...
IT DEPENDS ON OUR SURROUNDINGS.
THE SURROUNDINGS...
IT DEPENDS ON OTHER LIVINGS.
THE OTHER LIVINGS...
IT DEPENDS ON THEIR LIFE...
THEIR LIFE...
IT DEPENDS ON THEIR VISION.
THEIR VISION...
IT DEPENDS ON...
......
......
IS IT GOOD OR BAD?
.... IT DEPENDS ON YOUR VIEW.
...EVERYTHING DEPENDS ON OTHER LIVING...

THE KEY...

The key is missing...!
is it lost anywhere or
forget the place...?
can't write anything...
no ideas for writing...
the moving time make space
in between me and aims.

Till yesterday...there were no problem;
my pen moved with the moving time.
arouse many ideas...wrote manythings
i saw the aims,just infront of me.

But now...
do you know what the condition is?
no ideas...no writings...
nothing from me...!
do you know...?
here is a box as my own;
that contains my thoughts.
it has a key to open;
but now,missing it is.

i can get back everything,that lost...
everything will be right...
but only after the key will get...!
but how can i open that box?
it is missing,the key of thought box.
is it lost anywhere...or
forget the place?
don't know...
anyway i am searching for...!!!

(This is the translation of my Malayalam poem 'THAAKKOL'. That Poem was the First Post in my blog.
This is the Link to that Poem: http://adimyown.blogspot.in/2009/05/blog-post_18.html  )