College Love

This is something that will touch everyone in their teens,
whether sporting a jacket or walking in their jeans,
every girl is waiting for her prince charming,
the rate at which this disease is spreading is alarming,
there are some who feel a sense of pride,
there are some who are simply taken for a ride,
they guys are falling for the girls head over heels,
everybody is poetic is telling the way he or she feels,
the intelligent put it down as a passing phase,
but deep inside , everyone wants to be a part of the race,

At the party,
the girl without a date will feel out of place,
the guy without a girl will want to hide his face,
this is a never ending saga of college love,
people keep falling in and out of it , don't ask me how!!

Walls

Every morning when I get up, I face them.
when I am angry or sad , I hit my fists on them,
they have been with me all the years,
though they are dumb, they are all ears,
they are the mute witnesses of those moments,
of those emotions of joys and laments,
standing mightily around me, they give me a sense of security,
they give the place I live, a picture of grace and sanctity,
they say a house is not made of bricks and walls,
but its among these that every night the family rests,
they stand high and strong like the man's pride,
from one kind to another, a woman walks into as a new bride,
start talking to them and people will call you insane,
never do they complain , decorate them or leave them plain,
a vital part of human existence,
talk about past, present or any tense!

Unhappy India

Then written was the " Unhappy India",
So called due to its subjection,
Subjection to the unpowered divinities,
Unhappy , but atleast alive was our mother,
Hope for freedom was enuf for her to breathe,
Her beliefs on her dreams made her strong,
They said they were one and fighting for her cause,
they said they lived and died for her,
As then, death was less painful and more endearing,
Today I write my Unhappy India,
about the battered India, the shattered India, the stranger India,
Then India was sick, today she is half dead,
Her sons are tearing her to pieces , draping her with blood,
sickening is the look of the people,
Who are directors behind the drama of life,
Mad is the way people fight with their for no cause,
was this the vision of a Mahatma, a Swami, a Nehru?
And all the builders of this nation,
Is this the country that I have read about , felt proud about ?
Should the young of tomorrow inherit this Unhappy India or that?