Being Number 4

I am not
in the lime light
I know

I have
no regrets
though

Seldom
do i taste
victory

I hate to be
one among the
top three

For it is
always the
number four

That
has made me
grow

Has never
disturbed my
solitude

And helped
me build my
attitude

Being the
number four is
no sin

I can
go fourth
and win

The Babel

That strech of silence
Amidst the babel around me
Finally made me sense
I was not a part of thee

At that instance of time
I could not resist that feeling
For in their diction
Friendship had a different meaning

A meaning that
Did not include the part
Of listening
To one other s heart

N when i decided
That i need to explain
Alas I was
Thrown into the Babel again

World thro' HER eyes

Almost a decade ago on a chill winter night
She came into my world with zest and might

I beckoned her and told
That she was my visa to the world

Be it about Franklin Roosevelt's fall
Or the rise of technology, she had it all

She made me travel around the world
Right from Gaza to the regions untold

And neither did she forget to impart
The impacts of global issues in my heart

For some she is just a gumming bit of paper
But for me she is a philosopher

I find it easy to see the world through her eyes
For its true that she has never told me lies!!!!!

THANK U MY WELL WISHERS!

Neethu, Mahesh bhaiyya, Babu, Lohi, Rahul, Siddu and Pranaya Thank u so much all of you for the constant support you offer me. Thank you for spending your valuable time reading my poems and offering your suggestions. I will always need your support in the future as well. Do keep reading and leave your comments.

Nandhini

Reasonless Seasons

Scorching heat of the sun

Paralyzing me like a stun gun

The very thought of a cool drink

Will vanish when I see her blink

And in the spring when I fight

With my brother for a kite

My heart will sink on seeing

Her longing to have a wing

A pink jerkin this season?

No, that had no reason

Since the biting winter chill in the morning

Told me she was even devoid of proper clothing

All that I could give her

Were a can of drink, a kite and a sweater

And when asked what the new year day meant to her

“A day with 3 meals” was her answer

Lions or jus lines?

The flag was flying high
Though no one to stop by

Neither did i miss the sides of the roads
Filled with banners of all modes

Workers roaring like lions
Were now settled in lines

I wondered where these people went
When called for a good event?

And all of a sudden everyone scattered
Even before their leader departed

I could not believe my eyes
But only then did i realize

That these were not the lions of the party
But were jus lines of poverty!

AMAZE ON !

We learnt from the epics
The essence of Friendship
The Mahabharata depicts
The strength of its grip!

But the days have gone
And the nation is torn!

Centuries before
The Egyptian pharaoh
We lived galore
At the Mohanjodaro

But now we are ruined
'Fashion' is the new term coined

World believes
Changes have degraded the amazon
But what this leaves
Is that we have a billion more to amaze on!!!!