I will fight destiny’s odds...

I have counted each precious drop
Of rain on my window-step
I will fight destiny’s odds
untill sunshine smiles at my doorstep

I have woken through past nights
Eager to embrace, as a friend, the day
I will fight destiny’s odds
Till moonlight and love are my pay

I have walked under sunny ways
Watched the grass turn to hay
I will fight the destiny’s odds
Till I get the promised pastures and sun-kissed bays

I have woven dreams in the clouds
Watched the white vows turn grey
I will fight destiny’s odds
Till life-perfect I have, I would say

-Tushar, edited by Nilanjan

night & friend ...

I have befriended moon and stars,
Talking of love and daily little wars;
They are so far yet seen and felt so near,
They always listen with smile so clear;
With night they come, with me have a stay
Till I find my dreams, through goodnight way…

-Tushar

Light...

I can see the dark tree, through the door, lit by moon;
But I fail to see the thought inside my heart’s room,
Waiting for love’s light to enter and fill this room,
So my soul also will be the tree from other’s room;
Away from shadows, into the peace rain …
For light and love, for innocence to retain … -Tushar

...Sleepless..

Sleepless in room, but not at home
I walk under the starry sky, woken and lone;
Hope the night was dark, off were lights on the lane;
In dreams I was, for the reason that night came;
-Tushar

...acceptance...

Sitting for dinner with all faces unknown,
I am calm waiting for food to be shown,
has the known world strangely grown,
OR this strange world now is accepted as own.
-Tushar
PS: feeling while I was getting used to have dinner alone, post 232 .

I am hungry...

I am hungry, for the mom’s food,
At times left in tantrums being rude;

I want to be woken up in morning by my father,
Wanting two more minutes, than waking up rather;

I miss the bus stop and the bus to school,
Which was skipped,to prove I am a dude cool;

I want to steal chocolates from my sister cupboard,
A lot I have, but no one to share them on board;

I wish to draw the bicycle ride along the railway line,
Just be free like growing years moving like beeline;

I yearn for those class tests which gave me shiver,
Having those goose-bumps and that naughty fever;

I long for intrusion in late eve game, the calling tone,
Which I now hear with same warmth over the phone;

I wish, I want; I yearn and long for the life gone,
When I wished to be here and now wish for gone;

I see ‘Adee’ doing some what I did and doing all this one day,
Moving ahead and growing, smiling and missing gone someday...

-Tushar
PS: Adee is my elder nephew

Those twenty minutes...

Those twenty minutes I remember,
When we held hand like feather;
In the unusual rain in September,
Cold outside, inside feeling warmer;

Those twenty minutes just now appear,
When I on your shoulders drop my tear;
The hug was tight and silence so clear,
All pain vanished you held so near;

Those twenty minutes of smiling fight,
When we argued not to be ‘us’ tonight;
And we laughed, said bye in moonlight,
I still feel that tender kiss of goodnight;

Those twenty minutes made my life way,
Threading all now from the past as I say;
Breeze blew my hair as memories spray,
The wait of those twenty minutes heyday;

Those twenty minutes, want to live more,
For the golden of my life gone, mine yore;
A selfish desire for your little eye-score,
Breathe “those twenty minutes”, out to life’s door

-Tushar

desire to move out ( this is not apt title but...)

The only face I see at room is mine,
When I reach mirror lost its shine;
Sometimes I feel to break solitude & talk,
Mark step on road with love as I walk;
Not with the loneliness and the only star,
But with warmth near, never to again go far…

-Tushar

The Caring Husband...

She left a life for a mystical different one,
For him, her husband, the very someone;

To support him as family for a house to home to shine,
What he can only think is car, sensex and sparkling wine;

My friends and family is all left behind, I unwind,
I share and say all; he does not utter his mind.

All shopping, household work goes off in complain catch,
“You clean too much”, says he, “I miss my Sunday match”;

I wait all long, for the evening, for him, for us to be,
He comes, a cup of tea and newspaper, is all he see;

She is thinking; want to say so much again,
About the life, choice, all small-big gain;

Smiles she, on buzz of phone, takes in hand,
“I will be late”, answers he,like a “caring husband”.
-Tushar

The loving wife...

He thought he will fill & complete his life,
So he got married with now his wife;

He thought they will walk hand-in-hand,
Now are shopping bags in “in-hand”;

He thought he will dream n sleep in peace,
“I will leave if you ...” left is the only menace;

Room was his abode, his kingdom for years,
Have new cleanliness rules, daily new fears;

“You don’t care, you don’t listen, I have done so much...”,
He is blank cannot get where he has lost so called touch;

He is sitting, telling me all like an old friend,
I said, “Dear there is a long said and followed trend…

Baby! Don’t be a greedy; you can either have a life
Or what is that you have now, a “loving wife “;

We all make out of a given choice,
You did and now you have no voice “;
-Tushar

last hug...

I always wish for that last final hug;
thinking to hold you back never to let go;
you come with your love, warmth and the hug;
Leaving again the pain and the want, when you go;.
-Tushar

life in city

I am trapped inside brick wall,
can't see moon, no stars at all,
I have it, they say, house, account, job, car after all;
but I want a home with mom warmth family love just standing tall;
-Tushar

rain aftereffect...

The cool breeze enters the door,
Touching my soul and something more;
Tough still the clouds, vision seems warming,
With wet scent I smell life coming.

-Tushar

good morning...

The slow moving air;
With her scent and charming flair;
The chirping sunshine, the greyish hills;
The start for me of days' lovely affair...

-Tushar

dream...monnlight...

By looking at the moon far away by mile;
I always get, my friend, this wonderful smile;
Like a distant dream, real yet fragile;
What if I can’t have it?
Just stand in moonlight showers for a while ….
I feel I have some of the dream
Not for daylight, but for silky white peace worthwhile...

-Tushar

The..

I had my share of the
Its time to let the go
For the freedom of smile
For the reason called joy

The was for me
Its time to let the go
The will be with me
Its time to let the grow

The was greener than green
Its time to let the go
For the woods have season
Yellow, orange, brown and heaven

There is sapling in the ground
Its time to let the go
From the nourish of together past
For the future majestically not shown

I had my share of the
Its time to let the go
For the freedom of smile
For the reason called joy
-Tushar

Love for food...

Ever thought why so popular is mayonnaise burger?
arre yaar its to eat, rhymes so well with my hunger.

what is it which calls all us for the cheesy pizza ?
bhaiya its the sense, khao garam aur zindagi jeeza.

ab kyon jaate hoon for HOT CHOCOLATE FUDGE?
its for the , forbidden but like little Adam’s urge.

here is secret of my passion for Raj Khachodi,
miya pandit hoon main, nahin koi tapori.

plate pe plate aati jaati lazeez paav-bhaaji
For every buttery bite tongue says hanji-wawji

Now comes king of list, the Chole bhature,
Because no sharing here, its for me poore poore.
-Tushar

wish for life's portrait...

Here comes a wishful gift,
As the year makes its shift;
A bag of colors and hue,
To paint you dreams and view;
Borrowed from the rain and cloud,
Mixed with sun a bit smiling bowed;

Violet comes for mystery unseen,
Indigo for spiritually serene,
Blue as sky, cool and calm,
Green for the spring charm,
Yellow making energy beam,
Orange for the autumn leaves,
Red, for love that believes;

Take the dream brush, mark some stroke,
For the life, let the happiness soak…
-Tushar

life has so wondeful colors..

life has so wondeful colors..

a warmth of sun in winter
the shade of clouds in summer
snow capped mountain shining
orange leaves autumn lining
setting vermillion at ocean's end
golden glow spark in desert sand
soft cool breeze through leaves green
rain dreched road, a waterfall queen...

-Tushar

Home grown Or Own grown

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For 2 years I worked to be accepted,
Now I am asked to leave but not rejected,
No credit no love no reward, life is coiled
What I take from here is just plain void.

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I tried to live but failed,
No steps even the favorite music railed
No connection sparked, fun spoiled,
Seems the child, THE me is now forever jailed…

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Sitting outside the house waiting for keys,
I see my life as wait for dreams;
A want to be known, a wait for promotion;
A wish for appreciation, a wait for their passion;
A desire to spend, a wait to earn;
A look for the gone company, a wait for someone;
A hunger to smile, a wait for it to happen...
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-Tushar
(most people who know the reference will know what is this all about)