As I Write This Poem...

As I write this poem,
A woman somewhere is giving birth to her first child,
An old man is dying, with peace in his mind.

A little girl is excited about going to school,
A young girl is taking her life, jumping into a pool.

An employee is desperate for a break,
A homemaker is day dreaming about a job and work.

A husband is feeling guilty about his infidelity,
A prostitute is silently wishing back her virginity.

A student is loving a movie,
A director is regretting making the same movie.

A wife in a mall is spending thousand rupees on a dress,
A eunuch standing outside a mall, is dreaming of social acceptance.

A man driving a BMW is vexed,
A poor kid is touching the car and feeling blessed.

Finally, as I write this poem,
I realize how sleepy I am,
thinking about the unfortunate insomniac.

Before I got Drunk...

Before I got drunk, I was excited.
Before I got drunk, I wanted to feel inebriated.
Before I got drunk, I didn't want to dance,
Since booze, will make me do it any way,
so I didn't want to miss the chance.

Before I got drunk, I danced anyway,
Before I got drunk I ate my hunger away.
Before I got drunk, I tasted the liquid for the first time,
It was disgustingly bitter and I hated it.
I drank a little more, it felt no better,
It only tasted like water in the gutter.

But still I wanted to get drunk,
So, before I got drunk, I gulped more of the liquid,
Nothing happened to me, I was disappointed.
My friends started getting a high,
I wanted to go and cry,
Before I got drunk, I was not getting drunk at all.

I tried having more,
No change, I was fine,
I danced to the core and called the bottle a whore.
Before I got drunk, I grooved to the music,
Before I got drunk, I waited to get the high kick.
Before I got drunk, I did Kathak.
Before I got drunk, I complained,
Before I got drunk, I did not feel strained.
Time passed, and I remained the same,
Thought the whole idea was lame.


Before I got drunk, I was in my own world,
Before I got drunk, I was cold.
That’s when I woke up the next morning,
and remembered all the partying and all the fun,
That’s when I laughed. Damn! I was drunk!

The Leaking Tap

Water,water!leaking from the tap,

what are you trying to tell me?

you are disturbing my nap!

My fair lady,listen to me carefully,

drop by drop,I fall in the sink,

my screw is loose,but you just think.

I make irritating noises,

all you have to do is listen to my inner voices.

Each drop represents a sorrow,

each has it's own path,for it to follow.

After one drops down,comes the next,

life gets miserable and you get vexed.

Collect the drops in a bowl,

and see me come alive,

now I will thrive!

Sorrows are a part of your life,

like drops are,of myself.

They will unite together and make you yourself,

don't be crestfallen,

as even I,have just taught you a lesson.