I'm just a Vagabond......

It's loneliness that my heart features....
I'm lost in this world, a maze of creatures.
I look not for honey, but for some peace and harmony....
I'm just a vagabond, searching my destiny!!

I find this world a big questionnaire....
And for me, seldom does anybody care.
I've to be alone throughout my journey.....
I'm just a vagabond, searching my destiny!!

My aims are slain, and my dreams crucified....
I do find myself as if I'm tied.
I'm not caged, but still not free....
I'm just a vagabond, searching my destiny!!

Attempts for freedom have gone futile....
Being hungry, I can't stay for a while.
I'm in darkness, waiting for it to be sunny.....
I'm just a vagabond, searching my destiny!!

(written amidst my ISC exams)

__Söuvick

O Love.....

O Love, you are wonderful....
Your beauty is just admirable.
Your power destroys hatred's every fence....
You are the cause of the world's existence.

A big battle that's fought for ages,
Can be controlled by you in minutes.
That house where there is your presence,
Is a palace even if its a hut.

O love, just spread yourself around this earth,
Which longs for your caress.
Your divine touch takes away all mirth,
And leaves behind just happiness.

The world today is scarce of you,
And your siblings, concern and care.
Those who get you, are very few.
Please let each one get one's share.

O love, just be in the actions of people,
So that their every deed be noble.
Don't hide yourself, use your beauty
To beautify this world, leave nothing empty.

"Amor, Amor....., I need thee more......
Thou canst cure my every sore",
This is the cry of the world today,
Which is full of pain and dismay.

O love, go deep in the peoples' heart....
Be present in the blood in their veins.
Let them do good in every case,
And make this world a better place.

__Söuvick

(Valentine's day special)

Keep this tricolour always high

Keep this tricolour always high.....
In this free air let it always fly,
And prove that India's land is free.....
Its now ruled by no enemy.

Look back to that Indian Age
Which is now in History's page.
India was not free that time.....
She had to face terror and crime.

Several Indians had come forward.....
They fought and suffered martyrdom,
And left us to enjoy the reward.....
The great reward of freedom.

And this tricolour that you see here,
Represents our motherland's democracy.
It also hides within itself
All those freedom fighters' history.

So, just show the world that India's free,
And keep those martyrs' memories fresh.
Make India grow and touch the sky.....
And keep this tricolour always high.

__Söuvick

Ode to my mother on her birthday

You are an idol of love and care.
Its for for you that on earth I am there.
You have always remained closest to me.
You fulfilled my wishes, but never asked a fee.

The age had come of my schooling.
I remember I never went to school
Unless I received your hug and kiss
And your fulfilling my one wish.

And when I returned from my school,
You always waited at the door.
The moment I got down from my rikshaw,
You hugged me again, and kissed me more.

Life was not always a bed of roses.
Problems made me cry and yelp.
The world came to support me later.
You were the first to come and help.

When the dark clouds covered the sky,
And troubles continuously came and went by,
It made you cry all the while,
But you hid your tears to keep my smile.

Clock kept running, and I grew up.
You were there with me throughout the time.
As a support, as a guide, and as the best friend,
You have given me knowledge and values in a blend.

You struggled hard for my living....
From morning to night, in a routine.
You followed the routine seven days a week.
You took no leave even when sick.

At times I feel how lucky am I....
To get you in my life.
I shall always remain grateful to you,
To your love, your care and sacrifice.

At last I would like to say,
Mothers like you are indeed very few.
Saying 'thank you' is too little a return.
I shall always remain indebted to you.

You have felt it or not, I have never known.
I love you too, though I might never have shown.
Today, in this auspicious day, I would like to say,
MOTHER, MANY MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY.

(dedicated to my mummy on the occasion of her birthday).

Nothing, but the memories remain

The flow of water continues in the river.....
The same water you can't see again.
It flows, and moves ahead forever.....
Nothing, but the memories remain.

The existing day passes, and a new day comes.....
To some it brings gain, to others, pain.
The clock still runs, and the heart still pumps.....
Nothing, but the memories remain.

The path that begins, does have an end.....
Whatever length does it attain.
None can change life's this trend.....
Nothing, but the memories remain.

I began my journey, one fine day.....
Which brought me just joy and gain.
Today, when it ends, I can just say.....
Nothing, but the memories remain.

(today i attended my last class in my school. The pain of my leaving my alma mater for ever has made me write this poem).

__Söuvick

Walking down the road in the midst of night

Walking down the road in the midst of night,
One could see the scene with the half-moon's light.
Crescent was on its peak, and the clouds were raging,
Dashing with one another, a war they were waging.

Dogs that barked, and the wolves that cried,
Ran through the paths of the day's busy town.
There was also presence of the bird of the night,
Who shrieked and cried, flying up and down.

Walking down the road in the midst of night,
One could see this beautiful nocturnal kingdom.
No car on the road, in the sky no flight
To disturb them from this freedom.

The dark mongrel who roamed on the day,
And dined on the left-over food by people,
Did sit on the raised ground on the way
Just like a king, making a cat's hair ripple.

Walking down the road in the midst of night,
One could see the poor cat bowing down.
She had sat on the place of the king mongrel,
And now, she's being punished to act as a clown.

The night-scene is really quiet and peaceful.
It has a beauty of its own.
Come out and enjoy it, if you get no slumber.
But remember, you must be alone.

Ignorant of Human Nature

The stars of the night, twinkling bright,
Can see the Greenpark's strange sight.
The crowd of people busy in the party
On the occasion of the Prince's stepping to twenty.

The stars of the night, twinkling bright,
Can see the crowd of Kingly beings
Well attired, with gifts on hands,
Enjoying the ball, with all its good things.

But the stars of the night can also see
A boy standing outside the great marquee.
His hands are empty, and clothes are torn.
He is lean and thin, his ribs one can see.

The guests inside, are enjoying lemonade.
But this young chap has no marmalade.
They, with delicious items are fed.
And he is cared by none, instead.

The Kingly guests, who are rich and healthy,
Are forced to take more and more items.
No one cares for this poor and lonely
whose lean body shows hunger's symptoms.

The stars can't understand this human stupidity.
Why the food is deprieved of the one who is hungry?
What to do, they are ignorant of human nature
Where the rich is valued more than poor.

(The pitiful sight is often seen by us, but we ignore it. Am I not right??)
__Söuvick