Race Horse

Deep in the woods, tied by nothing and ruled by none
No Chains, No clutches to bind, I was completely free to run
The sheep and cows grazed with me, the bear and its cubs enjoyed the honey
I would do anything you ask, just to go back home and run

I was born very simple, I had everything, just enough and ample
Life came to me a full circle; it wasn’t just any mere miracle
I used to lie on the grass, No one to question, no one to harass
All to myself, thoughtless, look at me now I feel so lifeless

Piercing through the shade of the leaves, arose and awoke the glowing sun
I woke up to its beautiful rays, my buddy birds making chirpy noises
Nights passed into dawn and day, I never woke up to run for a finish line.
Now they make me run, against my wishes

My feet moist when I stepped on the dewdrops,
No ropes to direct me, No fences to crash and fall
Can’t they let me be myself? To run like a bloody black stallion
Deep in the woods were I was born, Look at me now my limbs are worn and torn

They whip me to run, until I fall and rise
They bet on me money, that can’t buy me love
If I loose the race, they call me a shame
If I win the race, they glorify my name

To run in elegance is a god’s gift,
My life has taken a turn, a sudden shift
My hunters have locked me in a stable
To be what I want, I can never be capable.

I could see everything, but I am tied down,
Without a window to this world
It shatters me and makes my feet cold
I will never quit because I am born with a heart of gold

When I was tired, I ran to the nearest stream
Now all that’s just a dream
What could buy me back my home?
I know neither of you nor anyone.

The rich gamble and waste their lives, sipping margarita's and mock tails
Some win and some loose on me, some call me a champ and some curse me
I can never feel strong, that I felt in times far too long
How longer can I go on? Life seems like an awful song

No police, No law, No orders, No barrier
I can’t be all I am and wish to be, who listens to my hearts voice?
I run like wind and prance like the stars that sparkle
I have wings of an angel and the sharpness of an eagle.
I am not human, I am just a racehorse

They show me the way, to run on a track everyday
I was happy in the woods, because I never had a way
If I just believe in myself, nothing can possibly stop me
Yet one day I live in glory and the other in agony

They use me to depict themselves social
The race is just a gamble, nothing special
I am not going to run to win for them
I am not a fool to fill their pockets with gems

None have seen me how I can run
When I rebel I’ll run you through hell
I would be wrong but I know I am not
A beast born to run, to listen to you, I am no nun

See the world with my troubles eyes
Go through the pain like my other friends
Now I feel I am wasted, exhausted
To rise and run to fame, I was never interested

The humans stole me and my everything
Woods are my power, passion and pain
The morning rays light the gloom on my face
In hope to be set free someday

Forced to run, I am forced to chase
There lies a truth that’s unsaid
In life to be free, ask me I’ll make you feel it
To know its worth, just look into my eyes

All the things in my life are out of my hand
Everything that’s happening around me I never understand
I know I am just a gamble and I am misused
I will fight for my freedom and never bow down till my end.

I have none to win for; I have none to loose or let down
Every run, I run for myself
To feel my power, not for money
Not for glory to shower

I saw the seasons pass
I saw the leaves fall and turn to rust
I loved the raindrops
But I hate this drenching pain.

I had the answer to everything
My life is fallen and everything’s taken away
Not a moment that is mine
I am not happy, nothing seems fine.
I would be happy if tomorrow never comes

I don’t want to wake up
For another day, for an another race
Someday I want to break free from these ropes
And run far way and keep running all the way

Just one breath, just one chance
Ill run away, far away too divine
Won’t look back even for one last glance
Ill run away until you won’t see me anymore

None have seen me really run
I’ll make earth look like heaven
Sit on my back, Ill ride you through hell
I show you all, how I can turn evil and immoral

I think ill never get back to the lovely woods
They'll keep me here for always
My jockey makes me run like a champion
That’s not true; just remember as I warn all
I run because I am a bloody black stallion.
I run because I am a born champion

M e e r a

Hi All,

This is a story I wrote when in the initial days of arriving in Chennai. Read it when you have no work. Nothing in particular when I wrote this, just a few emotional thoughts rushing in my mind
And I created an imaginary protagonist of my story, Meera. Kindly leave me your comments and correct me if I have gone wrong anywhere.

M e e r a

Suseela was the finest of the potters struggling to make a life
For herself and her two daughters. Her husband Gopi was a drunkard who killed himself to the addiction of the bottle and the sour poison in it.
Suseela struggled and strived for the sake of her younger daughter Meera's education since she knew that her elder daughter Vasudha had already
Grown up too old for schooling and she had sweetly adopted to accompany her mother to work and learn the tricks & trades of pottery.

Life went on well until it came to a standstill one day when Suseela was killed in a road accident in front of Vasudha's eyes by a reckless truck driver.
The disaster had struck the two young girls and truly god had sinned in taking away a mother from the children at such a young age but Vasudha
Knew the dream of her mother. Her mothers dream to provide the best of the education to Meera.

Meera was in an age to understand the circumstances in life and what made her life a standstill. A young achiever in her school, she went
To study in the best schools of the town all thanks, she owes to her sister Vasudha who wore & tore her hands day & night to make a living out of
The leftover occupation of her mother. She taught Meera to never bow to anyone and to never feel lesser than anyone among her peers in school. So did
Meera show her capability in every challenge that came through her way.

Years passed, days rolled and slowly the young girls were no longer younger. Vasudha's prowess in pottery earned her a shop in the central part of the town
Funded by a local non-government organization and Meera was all over the city newspapers for achieving a state award in the Board exams
And yet they continued to be the simple buds they were when their mother had left them over.

Vasudha got married to Prithvi who was in love with the art that her hands had been used to make since 23 years as well as the beauty in her inner self.
Prithvi was an ardent admirer of vasudha.Her art had been portrayed all over the world from since she was a young kid. Prithvi's life had also struck
Tragedy when his violent parents killed themselves not baring the poverty and had left over not a single penny to him. Prithvi grew up in an orphanage
And hence knew the hardship that is faced by people such as him. He had learned Sculpting skills growing up in the orphanage and thus grew
His fondness towards Vasudha who also liked him for what he was, A simple human being. Art had brought them together and with no hassles were happily married.

Now since they had earned enough Vasudha had renovated the house they lived in and Meera had ample space to study rather than the days when she
Had to study under a small lamp sitting with a book in her hand when her sister perspired to make the finest of the pots that her mother taught her to make.
Those hard days had gone now. They had enough to live like the way they love living, a simple life.

Meera completed her Msc in Mathematics and was a gold medal winner throughout the years in her university exams. She was offered to work
As a professor and hence she moved to Hyderabad working there for 2 years. The distance had made Meera miss her sister tremendously because she grew up under the shadow of Vasudha. Meera quit her job and came to her hometown to settle down with her sister and worked as a teacher in a primary school at a nearby village called
GangadharaNellore. Even though this was a lesser job to her capabilities, it is what she chose for herself.
Life was the same but an addition to the family because Vasudha was blessed with a son who was named Aswathamma.

In a year from then Meera got married to Krishna. Krishna belonged to a middle class family but since childhood had the imagination in his mind to serve the poor
And provide justice to the needy, working for a better tomorrow for the lives of the downtrodden by opposing the power of the greedy. Krishna was a simple and honest man which is what the qualification that Meera loved in him. She fell in love with the heart that Krishna had which could handle the hurricane of emotions in
People. Krishna was a demigod in the town when everyone needed Justice. He was the person that people listened and followed with a blind faith because
Of his unambiguous opposition towards unjust happenings. He was a savior. Meera was loved & cared by her in laws especially her Mother in Law Shakuntala.

When Meera and Krishna got married, Vasudha fulfilled everything that had to be done from the Brides side. She had made Meera jewellery with her pottery earnings
And also helped her financially to setup a place to start her living with her husband. Shakuntala also gifted her daughter in law a gold ornament passed on as
Tradition by her family to her and henceforth the tradition to be carried on by Meera. Thus, Suseela's dream had been fulfilled by Meera's marriage.

Whatever might be the characters of these, life seemed normal for everyone. A simple one. Each of them setting out their foot early morning to achieve something
That they thought is for which they were born. Meera loved teaching and so did she leave everyday promptly to school. A few days down the lane, Meera was
Carrying and her mother in law visited her.

Meera (surprised): How are u mother?
Shakuntala (smiling!!): I am fine Meera, How is your health and your two month old child?
Shakuntala (questioned): How is Krishna and where is he? Does he take care of you well?
Meera: Mother, he is busy with the land row for the poor n downtrodden. He comes very late and leaves early.
Shakuntala: Oh! Then how are u managing?
Meera: I have learnt to very well manage myself Mother.
Shakuntala: Brave Child, May god bless you.

After a few months Shakuntala wanted to visit Meera once again and this time she didn’t want to go there empty handed.
She cooked what Meera loved and thought would visit Meera to her school and give her a surprise.
By lunch time she was near the school and while she was walking on the way, she was taken aback.
Onlookers and passersby were gossiping and conversing about her. She wondered as to what is the reason
That they are talking about her and some people even coming up to her and praising her. Shakuntala curiously questions one of
The women.

Shakuntala: Why is that u are praising me?

A Woman: Because your mother to Krishna who fought to get me a house for living.
Your son is the reason I am alive today. Poverty had left suicide the only option for me but he rescued me and gave me a small amount to open a bangle store through which I make my living now.

Another woman from the gathering added

A Woman: You have given birth to such a good son and your lucky to have got a daughter in law as well,
Nothing less than your son

Shakuntala (Anxiously): What did Meera do for you?

The lady pointing towards six girls studying under the shade of the school.

A Woman: Meera came to us to the village and forced us to send these girls to school. She made us understand the value of education by revealing
Her heart and soul and how education had turned her life. She even promised to take care of the expenses for the education of these girls such as books, stationery and fees.
Now we are so happy seeing those girls sitting there with a book rather than working in the fields. May god bless Meera.

They left.

Shakuntala walked to the school full of emotions, thoughts revolving around in her mind. She quietly surprised her daughter in law and
Gave her lunch and left. After a few days she decided to visit her on a Sunday and question Meera about what she had heard from the
Villagers and how she is managing her house with a meager salary as well as the education of the girls.

On a Sunday

Shakuntala walks into the house and sees Meera sewing a sweater for her unborn child.

Meera: Mother, How are you? What a pleasant surprise?
Shakuntala: Your the reason for the surprise my child.
Meera: Why mother?

Shakuntala explains all she heard from the villagers and questions

Shakuntala: How did you get so much money for the girl’s education Meera?

Meera covers her neck with her sari.

Meera (after much hesitation): Mother! I would like to tell you the truth.
I sold the gold chain u have gifted to me on my marriage as tradition. I didn’t think the value of it
Was bigger than the value of the education of these girls. These girls will grow up
To educate many such girls as themselves. It serves a purpose that will reflect in
The way we live for the future Mother.

Shakuntala observes astonished that Meera had even sold the gold chain that every woman wears as a symbol of her marriage with a pendant (thali).
A minimum craving and requirement for a woman in Indian tradition.
She had replaced the gold chain with a saffron thread. Shakuntala in tears, dumbstruck just silently walks away.

Meera went on to educate many such children and produced many such Meera's within those children. She proved
That her mothers dream didn’t end by her but will live as long as we breathe.
JAI HIND

Those Bygone Days

Forget those days,
That brought tears rolling in ur eyes,

Forget those days
Of countless and thoughtless hours.

Forget those days
Of misery when u just lay, night's & day's.

Forget those days
Of pensive moods and a heart that pains.

Forget those days
When fate played fatal games.

Forget those days
When u lost, by taking chances.

Forget all such days,
Those are bygone sad days.

True Or Fake?

Wrap me up in the colors of ur love,
Like a beautiful angel from up above.
Say your goodbye now or never
Before i am lost in ur name forever..
Before i am lost in ur love forever..

Save your love for me baby,
Save me some tears,I hate to cry.
Save me from a terrible heartbreak,
Tell me if ur love is true or fake?

I think u got me all wrong,
You never might get it all right.
Love has always been enough for me,
Never have i asked for more.

Your beautiful voice it echoes
Round and round it comes and goes
Every mile i walk is getting longer,
To you as i get closer and closer.

do you even know how i feel?
I question if your love is real?
Only my wretched heart left to peel,
Is there anything left for u to steal?

My heart bursts like a bubble,
Everytime i see u walk away.
My heart breaks into pieces,
Every piece beats only in your name.

Stared into the innumerous cold nights,
Trying to find a reason for this pain.
Do u remember all those meaningless fights,
Our countless compromises lost in vain.

There is nothing that will fade,
To your love baby,To your love.
I will never ever let it go,
The only love i ever know.

I shiver to see u shy away,
Dont ever break my heart baby.
My heart's inexperienced to a heartbreak
Tell me if ur love is true or fake?

Journey With Me!!

Journey with me,
Side by side.
Love me,Hold me,
Take my side.
Sometimes like calm wind,
Sometimes like blazing fire,
Sometimes like the Love,
when u sit by my side.
Sometimes like the love,
That'll never end till my death pyre.
That'll never end till I burn in fire.

One Last Time

The Earth revolves around the shiny sun,
Day and night,not for any fun.
My Thoughts revolve around you,
Dawn and Dusk,I knew love had begun.

I never knew what was love,
Until like a breeze,u came along
Gods were jealous i believe,
It didnt last long,Not too long.

What parts us this far away?,
Nor do u know nor do i.
God had no part for us to play,
I still question when pensively i lay.
Was it over,before it began?

Can't we make up for all the lost smiles,
One last time baby!One last time.
Can't we make up for all the vague fears,
One last time baby!One last time.

Darkness lurks in my doomed head,
Your thoughts make me cripple and dread.
Emotions havoc a calm sea in my mind,
The reason behind,its for u to find.

Even when i see my own creepy shadow,
My heart beats like a fluttering window.
Was our love eternally pure,
Were u wrong or was it me dear?.

Thoughts of u,pour like continous rain,
Never knew the rain would tremendously pain.
Who knows baby?,I hurt you or you hurt me,
Some answers are lost in the stormy sea.

Can't we make up for all the bygone years,
One last time baby!One last time.
Can't we make up for all the rolled tears,
One last time baby!One last time.

Love is quick sand my honey,
Once in,there is no way out.
I am sinking in your love baby,
I can't save myself nor can i shout.

Let me sink in your love,
Than to be alive,like a endless drama.
Heaven doors will open to me,
By the essence of your love's aroma.

Why did u walkaway on me?
Come back baby!!Come back.
To put our immortal love,through the test of time,
Save me from sinking,for the rest of time,
One last time baby!One last time.

White Feathers Turn Red

Up in the hills,
I was born in a nest,On a tree.
Like lilies and roses,
Nature was my home and i was free.

I was born pretty,my feathers white,
My lovely Mother taught me my first flight.
Days passed,I flew great unseen earthly height,
Nothing stopped me nor did i have a stoplight.

I stared at the fields of corn,
Every glimpse by the grace of the glorious sun.
I stared at the countless stars,
Every sparkle by the grace of the charming moon.

Dark nights or a sunny day,
i always loved to fly away.
Never wondered i would see,
Human tears like a vast sea.

For poets,i am a synonym of beauty,
Their lines make me feel,i'm pretty.
For me,Human life is such a pity,
Gods to end it,need to do endless charity.

I am the symbol of peace to end every war,
Up in the sky,i felt my elegant power,
Peace you are so precious.
Are u hidden in any fortress?.

Life was all merry,
Never did i feel for myself,sorry.
Until one day i woke up,
In a hunters cage,locked up.

My eyes so tiny could see many colors of love,
Rhyming to love is my name,i am called a dove.
Seasons passed and days rolled,
i saw tearful lives end unknown,stories untold.

I never knew my end,my merciless end.
they laid me to rest,without a tear shed.
My white feathers soaked in blood.
My white feathers turned red.

My Rose

Ur my rose
That god chose to blossom,
Ur the rose
That i chose to own.........

U have soft petals,
Like the songs of beatles.
U have green leaves,
That resemble my heart.

U have harsh thorns,
That resembles my pain.
Ohh If i hadn't found u,
My life would have been vain.

U have a charm,
That makes my shady arm,
Sit next to u and see,
No one dares to harm.

U have a nature,
Tat makes my heart nurture,
Endless Love to ur beauty,
Be mine,Ull be my diety.

Let may the heavy rain pour,
I'll be there to stop his shower.
Let may the hot sun glow,
Ill yell at him and make him go.

Whenever u need me my rose,
I wont be too far,U will have all of me.
If u wither down,I wont be late,
Ill reach u in heaven,As far as a shining star,
As fast as a shooting star.....

Ur my rose
Tat god chose to blossom
Ur the rose,
Tat i chose to own,
For the rest of time..........