गुम

कभी अकेली नहीं होती मैं,

हमेशा भीड़ साथ होती है.

बात चीत हो न हो,

हमेशा शोर साथ रहता है.

बाहर की आवाज़ बंद कर भी दूं,

तो अन्दर का शोर घेर लेता है.

मज़ाक हो भी रहा हो,

बातें ज्यादा लगती हैं,

एक बार खुल के हँस भी दूं,

तो हँसी के ठहाको में कुछ कमी सी छुपती है.

अपने ही साथ हो कर भी,

कुछ अलग सी हो जाती हूँ.

भीड़ में कभी तनहा,

तो कभी तन्हाई की भीड़ में, मैं गुम हो जाती हूँ.

Overgrown

Years have gone by since 1986,

And now my ID-card reads ‘Twenty Four’.

The World no longer treats me like a kid,

But I am now way more immature than before.

All through my childhood, I wanted to grow up,

Act like an adult and behave mature.

But today as I am all grown up,

I want to be treated as before.

Because deep within my heart, I am still a little girl,

Looking for protection, looking for cover.

Mamma’s arms are still the best place on earth,

In those dark nights, thunders still make me shudder.

No matter what the doc says, am still scared of injections,

While walking on roads, I still get freaked out by strays.

When asked to get ready for a party, I still ask for suggestions.

And secretly still, I am in love with the tom & jerry plays.

Though copies have turned into files,

And pocket money has been replaced by salaries,

Incentives given in place of chocolates,

No summer vacations, only leaves circled around the dates,

My frocks have turned into kurtis,

The cute diary out beaten by my blog,

The teacher replaced by a boss,

And with life right now, totally tossed.

But despite all odds,

I still feel I am a little girl inside, childlike and immature,

And still want to be treated, just as before.

Ananya

The Biggest Fight

Blood stained battle fields,

And torn uniforms,

Fresh bullet marks, clanking arms and shields.

But I braved it all,

Moved when everything else was stalled,

Soldiers without emotion,

Just one aim, just one passion.

But I fought them all.

Days turned into night,

And night into darkness,

Creepers and thorns, Human barb wires and shrewdness.

But I held my ground through all, 

Conquered everything like a fire ball.

Hunger never came, what came was thirst.

Sharp, targeted, regular or in bursts.

But I fought it all.

Far from home, near victory yet alone,

Though wishes and prayers always stood steady,

But it was only one bullet that took me down,

I tried to smile but out came a frown.

I really tried to fight, I tried a lot,

But on my cheeks and on many, just tears rolled down.

Because no matter how hard I tried,

I could not fight them at all.
I could not fight them at all.

Ananya

Space crunch :@

There is only one thing on my mind.. only one thing, but it's taking a hell lot of a space...

The Ultimate Gurus

I wrote this poem in VIII standard.... :) brings back memories...

When I first entered the school premises,
I saw all that what a child does not cherish,
Then suddenly, I met an angelic figure enhanced with grace & charm,
With nature so jovial and behaviour so warm.
She first held my hand & taught me ABC,
And made me a person I had to be.

That person who always brought me from darkness to light,
And who is responsible for my future so bright.
I want to ask that is who?
That is nobody else but you!

Then my school life really begun,
And on this pathway I was on a run,
I had to keep with the challenges & keep up with the pace,
And behind me to give boost, there was a person with an encouraging face.

A person who always gave a shoulder to cry,
And one who gave me confidence to get up & try.

Through flowers & thorns of life,
In each struggle helping me to strive.
You ask them a problem once,
They will tell you the answer twice.

A person with a divine touch & Godly hand,
A fairy carrying a magic wand.

Providing us with spirit & vigour,
And not even a tinge of rigour,
What is felt for them is an intoxicating passion,
Filled with startling, novel & innovative fashions.

A meeting with them is like horizon touching the ground, as it seems.
They are the ones who taught us to enliven our dreams.

Ones with sharp intellect & beauty,
Always right on time, right on duty.
A mother, a father is disguise,
A parent in the student’s eyes.

They tell us everything from far old to latest new,
And sure it is such people are really very few.

That person who always brought me from darkness to light,
And who is responsible for my future so bright.
I want to ask that is who?
That is nobody else but you!

Today with full gratitude, adoration & respect,
Perfect in every aspect,
The one that has all the above features,
I now disclose is nobody but a TEACHER,

A teacher in its real sense is a friend, a guardian, a guide,
A person in whom all the heavenly qualities abide!

Mixed Bag

Recently, I was asked in an interview to write a poem on-the-spot on the 'Interview' situation. So, here is what I penned down....

Mixed Bag

"Like a fruit basket with fruits of different tastes, shapes and             sizes.
A concoction of sweets and spices.

A mix of thoughts, experiences and diversity,
talking about challenges, achievements & adversity.

Hoping this pressure-cooker situation works well,
but who gets over-cooked or who gets nicely served...
only time will tell."

Peace Poem (John Denver)

I really like the Peace Poem by John Denver.
Read it for the first time when I was in 9th standard, but till date I love it.

I had used this poem in one of my extempores in Army School, Barrackpore.

A toast to the old times......

There's a name for war and killing,

There's a name for giving in,

When you know another answer,

For me, the name is sin.


But there is still time to turn around,

And make all hatred cease,

And give another name to living,

And we could call it peace.


And peace would be the road we walk,

Each step along the way

And peace would be the way we work

And peace the way we play.

And in all we see that's different

And in all the things we know,

Peace would be the way we look

And peace the way we grow.

There's a name for separation.

There's a name for first and last.

When it's all of us or nothing,

For me, that name is past.


But there still is time to turn around

And make all hatred cease

And give a name to all the future

And we could call it peace.


And if peace is what we pray for,

And peace is what we give,

Then peace will be the way we are

And peace the way we live.


Yes, there is still time to turn around

And make all hatred cease.

Let's give another name to living

And we can call it PEACE.