Tag: Poem

  • The pain of an Indian citizen

    The pain of an Indian citizen

    A whatsapp response to good friend Akhil turned in to a poem.

    I live in Mumbai – Thane – Kalyan belt, and pay my taxes here. But I don’t get even the basic of the service like good roads, clean public sanitation, cleaner air to breathe. But for those who are blinded in their faith towards one party, I want to offer them a piece of advice. Vote for those who work for your constituency, not for the PM candidate.

    The Pain of an Indian

    I should be bothered about the poverty in Bihar and UP which pay almost similar tax that Mumbai alone pays in a year. That is a far cry. However I need to carry the weight (pay taxes) for their development.

    For nation building, then…

    The people in UP slaughter people in the name of the cow, which isn’t the national animal. Tiger is, and it doesn’t get the same support.

    I will suffer and pay my taxes, for the nation building then…

    LPG gas subsidy bill was reduced but the poor in Mumbai still pay ₹800~ while someone in remote area gets it for free. Well, one bit for betterment.

    While I suffer, for the nation building then..

    The constant rant of unifying Hindus, building temples by destroying mosques, spreading the hatered among friends and family, like playing the classic vamp in an Ekta Kapoor series

    But for the nation building then…

    Cost of fuel touched all time high, but I will suffer because government is reducing the fiscal deficit. For that dream, one that wasn’t achieved, I shattered, I will pay, for nation building then…

    Demonetization killed the small economy. Thousands lost job. I was on of them, too.

    But heck, I will suffer for, nation building then…

    I still drive through Rickety roads to and from office, it breaks my back, but I should applaud the government for building new roads outside of Mumbai-Thane region.

    I will suffer, for the nation building then…

    Taking political pot shots at opposition for a terror attack when you are in power, because you could not stop it and don’t want to take the blame.

    I ignore, for nation building then…

    No one can ask question to the government, because I need to trust them, else I will be called an anti-national.

    So I stay silent, for the nation building then…

    Not a single case of corruption, am told, has emerged for they have been buried in the bushes of the media glore..

    I stay silent, for the nation building then..

    Friends turn foes and bosses become evil, because the one who is a bhakt cannot stand critical thinking.

    I stay silent, for the nation building then..

    My PM spends tax payer money to travel and do election oriented rallies, but heck who am I to question it! He is building a nation that never existed he thinks, while I keep paying my taxes without taking the much needed holiday.

    I suffer, but will pay for nation building then…

    I can’t respect my rights as an Indian citizen, so I submit for the nation building then…

    But then you questioned the current capabilities of the Indian Armed Forces, by saying “imagine if we had Rafael, the result would have been different”.

    You proved that you couldn’t care any less.

    But then when school kids asked your opinion on climate change, and your response was “climate change kuch nahi humari sehen shakti kam hogai hai”.

    You proved you aren’t intellectual.

    But then when the country asked to validate taller claims, you shoved fictional figures.

    You proved you aren’t scared of the citizen.

    But then you fudged the accounting calculator to show higher GDP growth figure and never allowed reverse calcultion comparison with UPA performance.

    You proved that you aren’t true to yourself.

    And today, there you are with millions of blind fans of yours, again at our door step asking for a favor that is the right of same citizens you dint care about, of the constitution that you ignored, of the lives that you played with in the last five years…

    For the sake of a Hindurashtra in the disguise of Nation building… Do you think I will want to suffer?

  • Sweet lil Baby

    She sleeps so cute,
    As smooth as a flute,
    Love to see her sleeping,
    She is my baby cute,

    Her glowing skin,
    And her tiny chin,
    Closing her eyes,
    I think she is dreamin,

    What i wonder,
    I may never know,
    But i am living my dream here,
    Seeing my baby sleep,

    Softly she breathes,
    Brusing few strands of her hair,
    I wish I could kiss,
    Her lovely forehead,

    I wanna be her pillow,
    On my thighs she would rest,
    Caress her hair,
    Reassuring her of no fear,

    Her face is bright in this dim light,
    I see her beauty,
    Damn I wish i could touch her,
    In one of the coldest nights,

    I wanna hug her warm,
    So she can sleep at peace,
    I love her charm,
    Pressure to hold my love would ease,

    She is beautiful,
    She is gonna be mine,
    I would remain forever faithful,
    Today and every time,

  • Sun has risen from the west

    Sun for a change,
    Rising from the west,
    I think I am mad,
    I wanna test,

    I jumped up from bed,
    Looked into the west,
    I left for the shore,
    Through my inner door,

    I am seeing from far,
    Guided by the evening star,
    Makes me even more mad,
    I am getting eager more,

    I realized,
    It is the sunset,
    Immortal dreams,
    It is still a change,

    My life has changed,
    All the problems glore,
    Disappear,
    As the sun sets,

    And the twinkling stars,
    Call me close,
    To sit up above the world,
    And watch stars on earth,

    For I have risen,
    The Real Sun…

    Inspired by the night life and those who work in shifts.. And it includes me 😛

    I feel this the best poem I have ever written about my own self. From being a laughing stock, an easy prey and an idiot to what I am today, I have come a long way and I still have a very long way to go. This poem depicts the change in me that has happened in the last 8 years. For all those who have been part of my journey, I wanna thank you all for making this happen.

  • Is that I need a lovely spark?

    Chimes away and lights so dark,
    Is this the way I should draw the arc,
    Wandering lonely in a empty park,
    Is that I need a lovely spark?

    Trees blush as the breeze make a pass,
    Seeing the roses that are best of the mass,
    As I leave the gate that’s color of brass
    Still many memories I can amass,

    Flowers by the Path
    Flowers by the Path

    My memories keep me back at the park,
    Of what I saw in the dark,
    Of the chirping birds on their mark,
    Waiting in wings just to embark,

    Life comes to a standstill,
    The breeze makes me feels the chill,
    I want to go back and have my fill,
    Sit with a book and my quill…

    I wonder, is it my lovely spark?

    All I need is to shine and sparkle,
    Whatever is thrown at me, just buckle,
    I don’t need to behave so fickle,
    Sit calm and watch the stars twinkle…

    A small poem about how to enjoy every moment of your life, lest you miss them and only have memories… btw, its original and written by me 😛

  • Life is Cool

    Life is Cool,
    Nature’s way,
    Sight is good,
    Never Away,

    The beauty of thee,
    I can never ever be,
    So uninspired,
    Of the views of the nature’s life

    When the rains strike,
    With the clouds so dark,
    Tearing apart,
    The sun Shines

    Its amazing to see,
    The colors of heaven,
    The mighty rainbow,
    Touching so low,

    Never can I ever be,
    So unsurprising,
    Nature’s way of things such,
    Always strike me with a smile…

    Rainbow - copyrights reserved by Hemal Shah
    Rainbow – copyrights reserved by Hemal Shah

    Info update: This pic is taken via my E63, hence not pretty clear. The Rainbow arc was fully visible. I took this pic while I was  travelling on the Mumbai Local train. The Rainbow was not strong, however it was a full arc.

  • BlackSea @ Dombivali Station

    Its not an unusual scene, to be seen in the crowd,
    But to see the crowd may be so unusual.

    It is at Dombivali Station, I board the train
    Traveling to go to work, only to get a sprain.

    Its the same scene every day,
    Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.

    When you alight from the FOB,
    What you see is black sea.

    The Black sea does not have any water,
    But a few many people standing taller.

    Which shows how young are the travellers,
    The youth of the India going to work.

    You cannot see the floor of the platform,
    That’s the speciality of Dombivali Station…

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    This poem does not sound like a poem but this is what I feel when I get down from the FOB at Dombivali Station to get to work every day.