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Streak of hope

I see a streak ray of hope, When a little ant fights to lift a big grain, A ray of sunlight trying to add light to Neon lit offices, Lover hoping to meet his lady love at least for a minute, An Indian woman trying to educate her girl child, Widow hoping her husband alive for a second to express her love, I see a steak of hope. I see a streak of hope, When a software engineer struggles with errors in his program, An orphan child waiting for a Christmas gift, A deer running away from a hungry lion, Old beggar with tears filled eyes looking at a man for generous alms, An ailing man praying for another day of life, I see a streak of hope. I see a streak of hope, When aged parents in old age homes talk of their sons abroad, A farmer looking up the sky after plowing his little land, An issueless couple visiting a kindergarten, Life prisoner’s parole being accepted for a week, A dog waiting for bones after his master finishes biriyani, I see a streak of hope. I see a streak of hope, When a li

My Madness

What kind of madness is this? Madness, which doesn’t help Yet I like it, with silly pleasure Found memories fresh in mind Cherishing moments in heart What kind of madness is this? What kind of madness is this? Where I like even pain, without pleasure, Where melancholic is taken with a smile, Where the world is a ball of joy and fun, All that I see is rosy and beautiful What kind of madness is this? What kind of madness is this? I know the black pain hidden behind, Yet I expect a word of happiness from you, Those eyes to nod once in acceptance, To see that smile just for me, What kind of madness is this? What kind of madness is this? Wishing you by my side always, Uttering silly things, though I know the fact, Look into your eyes for hours to search for me, Listen to your heart, beat just for me, What kind of madness is this? What kind of madness is this? Unknown tunes running fast in mind, Dreaming with smiles and cheers, Thoughts just about you, Hoping that things would work What kind

Lesson from a Hopper

Everyday the same, Wake with a sleepy eyes, With things to do that day running in mind, Brush trying to wipe of pending work, Dress thinking of status meetings, Eat with haunting memories of mangers. Everyday the same, Drive with hundreds of tensions in mind, Smile at colleagues wondering their work status, Wish boss with a cajoling nod seeing the watch, Reach the workstation check mails with anxiety, Reply to high priority client mails. Everyday the same, Work with strict deadlines ready to pounce, Lunch from the cafeteria, food with no mercy for taste buds, Droopy eyes waiting to finish work and rest, Watch on the time ticking fast and the mounting work, Look at the watch after hours its quarter past eleven. Everyday it’s the same, I don’t have Sundays or holidays, I am paid well, to maintain luxury not enjoy, I see friends to just boast of my high position and pay, I know matching their enjoyment with mine is impossible, I understand my tough life. Everyday it’s the same but this da