The Villain Within

While hearing about the air attack spree
My five-year old sister suddenly asked me
Is Osama dead?
Has his body been laid?
No Osama cannot die
Hard as hard the world may try
An Osama within us is beyond interception
Lying dormant waiting and waiting
For a triggered eruption.
He is present in all of us,
So well hidden, his shadows we easily miss.
He was in Aurangzeb, he was in Hitler
He is everywhere, maybe even in your butler.
The need is brotherhood, unlike Abel and Cain,
Osama isn’t a religious boon, rather he is a bane.
He is the mastermind of the attacks of terror,
To let him prevail would be a grave error;
The world may have reached near destruction,
But after destruction, there is resurrection
As the holy books say, truth triumphs in the end,
So there is belief in my heart that there is no dead end.
The devil can never win,
God can’t be turned to lead and tin.
Try to control the forces of the devil,
Or you will be hollowed by this slimy weevil.
Dear friends it will be a long fight,
Let the forces of good unite.
Against evil we all must fight,
Make the Osama vanish from your heart,
Into the night…
Into the night…

This is a very special poem.. I wrote it in tenth standard and was awarded a 'Special Prize for poetry for the New Millenium' by the HRD ministry for it! Fittingly one of my first post! :)

What Matters...

With my head full of hopes
N my eyes full of dreams
I climbed on the blue-white train
Destined for a place so far away…

Time stood still as the train moved on
And I looked ahead at the woods to come
Stared out the window
Lush green meadows rolled by
The trees, the fresh winds
All called out to me
At the station
Where I believed I could fly…

People climbed on the white-blue train
Smiled at me, sat by my side
We talked some time, shared a bit
Their stations came and it was time to split
Bittersweet memories they left me with
The smiles, the pains, the promises (memories)…

Places, stations, destinations
The blue-white train just chugged along
Stations came, many passed
But most stayed on…
On in my heart.

One place I remember
Where green roses grew
Red sunflowers woke up
With the evening dew
It felt so good, so sane, (yet) so mad
‘twas the best place for feeling bad.

There was the station when I
Stopped looking out the window
The walls of a white-blue coach were my world
So I couldn’t see
The morning dew, the golden hue
The taller trees, the greener grass
Was too busy, just let them pass…

Ahead I knew came the station grey
The final station, my destination
So cold, so dark, when I reached I saw
There and then, my journey flashed past me
The sunny grasslands I missed
The rosy winds I kissed
The green roses I saw
The magnificence, the beauty, inspiring awe,
All alone, on the blue-white train I fearedfor those who stepped off (but) I still cared

The beauty of the way is all I remember
Wish I had taken out my hands to feel the rain
Wish I had paused to smell the roses
And I wish…
Oh how I wish…
I had seen more of the way…