Random Scribe

I see those gentle shinny droplets of rain,
Humming the songs I once wrote while I wasn’t sane.
I see those chirping birds across the skies
Which remind me of that mystical ciliate surprise,
Calling out to the sand to moderate its dyne
To freeze those perennial running clocks of time.
Stuck in those ephemeral moments were memoirs still warm,
I relive those few of them which are still mine!

PG LAB

A cold misty morning with haze all around,
A journey to explore ourselves by leaps and bounds;
The SPirit of joy, the SPirit of life.
All were engrossed in frolic and fun,
With the sole intent of returning as one.
 

Amidst the monsoon rains and artistic valleys,
There was music, there was ecstasy; the ambience was nothing short of a bliss.
Though they might call it a trek,
It was an amazing moment fostering relationships for life.
And all I could see were smiles, our faces glowing even bright.
 

As the hours flew by, the clock ticked away;
Some were even tired to call it a day.
In that utopian stage, nothing was grey;
Only beautiful flowers which sway.
As the night dawned on us, some did become a Gloomy Gus;
 

Like all good things, this too had to end;
Giving us far more than what we could ever spend.
Memoirs we could write for ages to come,
Feathers for a flight, that would leave the world stunned.
Let Him bind us together with His chains of love,
Wherever we go, let us symbolize that white little Dove!

Amit Raizada
23rd July, 2011.

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The Triumphal Epilogue

It was the first time I earned a salary;

Though oblivious to the complexities on the road ahead,

I believed all could be conquered with a cool head.

Utopian as my perspective was,

I was totally unaware of the word called 'Chaos'.

As I stepped into the real world,

Away from the bulwark guarding my formative years,

I took cognizance of many tears and fears.

I was well versed with all the rules,

Thought I could easily be the shinning star,

Little did I know about all those ridicules,

Whose sole intent was to poison with a deadly scar.

I fought with tremendous courage and will,

Only to realize that there was no way to transform the ill.

I fell down, and lost it all,

Started to doubt my own armoury stall.

They say, "Make hay while the Sun shines"

But they never said a thing about the dark nights.

I went back to my roots to seek answers,

But in vain.

All that had to be taught was already imbibed,

And the only solace now was the blessings bestowed.

With new energy up to the brim,

I made my moves, as a protégé to HIM.

As I resumed the game on the battle field,

I began to realize the golden rule,

That there is all but a rule to mentor a schmuck.

Like a dazzling splendour, truth blinded my sight,

Gave me the insights to know what’s right.

A resounding air of confidence started to blow,

I began to realign all my acts; and there I knew,

Attitudes are more important than facts!

Amit Raizada

4^th March, 2011.

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Dreams

Just Dreams; they'd rather be my life;

As the wheel of destiny circles back in time,

I flip over my memoirs,

Only to reflect those days, all those things which could have been mine.

A faint fragrance of Bouvardia still keeps hopes alive;

This may not be the twilight, there could be a flip side to my fiasco!

There were times when I ruled the world,

I wish I could fly back up there,

Like those morning songbirds, with those wings of desire;

A desire to pay back; A desire to achieve;

That long cherished desire to conquer the peak of success.

I still dont comprehend,

How and when, I lost it all; saw my fall!

Just dreams; they'd rather be my dwelling.

Those dreams which can scare away the attrocities of time;

Which can light up the dark,

Rekindle that spark, that thirst for more;

Which can soothe those tired eyes;

Wipe off those tears!

And now the time has come,

To part with those dreams,

Which had pulled me through the rough and dour;

Coz only then will they turn into reality;

Leading me to glory, leaving behind all traces of fragility;

To those whispering islands, those blossoming farms;

Thats my place, thats where I belong!

Amit Raizada

18/11/2009.

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Cheer

I gave up hope, lost will to fight;
My days were dour, I had no foresight.
Success eluded me like the vapours from a boiling heap;
And though they said I still had that vigour.
I had my doubts, a fear buried deep.

As time flew by, healing up my wounds,
I grew stronger, beating out my blues.
Resurrection was my top most priority,
And all I needed was an early rejuvenation.

When new challenges came my way,
I was dubious of my moods which sway.
With all those troubles, those upstream rides,
Those roaring waves and gigantic tides;
All I knew was that I am here to stay,
I aint gonna quit, come what may!

Fate may have vandalised my plans for once;
I made sure I came back against all odds.
The seemingly indefinite struggle came to an end;
Bringing me back where I longed to belong.
I became ecstatic, my life was on song!

Amit Raizada

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New Year Celebrations-->My Performance!!

BLUE

Those days were golden, those moments indelible;
When time flew by, with you by my side.
Those nights were often longer than the days,
When we had plenty to argue,
And you had over a thousand gullible ways.
I thought we'd never part ways,
And walk hand in hand;
Through the journey of Life,
Be it a cruise on the sea, or the marshy lands.

With your sweet voice echoing in my ears,
Your wonderful words to conquer my deepest fears;
I thought we were going strong,
As though our life was on song.
I still wonder what went wrong,
I know I cant change whats meant to be,
And as I stand in awed silence,
A mere spectator, whose sorrow nobody is ever gonna see.

Even as I pen down my thoughts,
And pour out my heart.
It does reflect that I have lost it all,
I hope she has at least noticed,
That now I cant even rhyme my lines.
All I can do now is repent,
Coz I cant comprehend how and when,
My dramatic verses turned into traumatic curses.

Amit Raizada.
28/11/2008


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