That Mango Tree

When I look back I see two great friends, you and me,
Sitting under that huge mango tree,
That was the time when we were simply free,
But never imagined that time will just flee.

You in your yellow shorts and I in my pink frock,
Sitting over that grey rock,
Always wondering, how many birds are there in the flock?
I say six and you start counting all the docks,
Just to prove that I have a mental block.

Do you remember those wee hours of morning?
We used to gear up for our swimming classes,
Always so happy to go all the way cycling,
And feel so proud of ourselves while overtaking slow moving buses.

Have no count on the number of classes we missed,
Soon, all our teachers got annoyed and pissed;
Our casual studies continued to persist,
Finally with little notes on all subjects we managed to subsist.



Without much effort we somehow passed class tenth,
And there again we were together in eleventh,
Soon we cleared exam of twelfth,
And just like that our school life went.

Those were the days of unending chaffer,
Everyone named us, rumormonger,
Surprisingly, we were too happy with this new advert,
And jubilantly with more yarn we, revert.

I still remember your first crush,
While taking his name you simply blush,
When he use to enter class, immediately you hush,
I always wondered about the reason behind your real mush.

But next year was not same,
As we moved to attain different aims;
I went for my graduation in management,
You decided to stay back and look for assignments.

And after that when we actually met,
We discovered that now we have different mindset;
Things which were right to you were wrong to me,
And soon it become ‘you’ and ‘I’ instead of ‘ We’.

For first time in life, we had a real variance,
I thought we’ll soon overcome it with our invariance,
Little did I knew that I was wrong,
And soon I realized that it’s all gone.

Somewhere inside this world’s blare,
I am missing that Mango tree out there,
I know for me you still care,
Just wanted to ask, are you there?

A new lark.....

Ages went by, I waited for him,

He came in, twice or thrice but only in dreams;

Hope was there but scope was little,

In front of God, heart still cuittles.

I waited for him, over the same old road,

I was tired but something always goads;

It says wait for him, he’ll come one day,

And I waited with a hope that one day with my name he’ll add his cay.



Years passed but he never arrived,

Only I know, how I survived;

But with each year I thrived,

And suddenly I revived.



That was the year, I met you,

For me you were too new;

Your unending crazy whim,

Soon made me move out of him;

Now, life is just fresh like morning dew,

I have no clue, in between when our friendship grew;

I don’t care you are Hindu or Jew,

I just want to be your glue.



Soon you too felt the spark,

Somewhere there in your heart I made the mark;

Together we drew our life’s arc

And there starts a new lark.

Life

Life is a jaunt for me till date. I love exploring life at every phase. Karma, super natural power, colors, auras, numbers, attractions and all other things that help in solving life’s mystery interests me. Life has always been a mystery for me and I am sure for many others. Once I tried to solve mystery of life and found that I failed far before I actually started solving it. Curiosity forced many noble souls to discover secret of life, know the truth of life or you can say face life personally. As far as I know, only one person killed this distance between human and life to some extent by questioning the purpose and significance of human existence. He was Swami Vivekananda. He invested his entire life just in search of life and its existence. One lifetime for search of life’s meaning, amazing!!! But guess, one lifetime was not enough. Hope all philosophical and scientific researchers will come out with something vital soon. Opps!! I am getting too philosophical now. But truth is that I have always been philosophical. I believe that mankind is blessed with immense power and senses with help of which we can make the unexpected happen. But we can’t really practice them or realize this potential. To gain this authority of exploring our own senses and power we have to refine our souls, actually we are too messed up to acquire something so pure.
Slowly and surely we all will turn our intangible dreams into tangible assets.
Almighty bless us all :-)