A Girlfriend

Khada Himalay bata raha hai . . .

Jo beet Gayi so baat gayi . . .

Ek bhi aansu na kar bekar

Black Vs White

When i born,i black.

When i grow up,i black.

When i go in sun,i black.

When i scared,i black.

When i sick,i black.

when i die,i still black.

& you white fella...

When you born, you pink.

When you grow up, you white.

When you go in sun, you red.

When you cold, you blue.

When you scared, you yellow.

When you sick, you green.

And when you die, you gray...

& you

calling me colored??

"This poem was nominated for the best poem of 2005, written
by an african kid"

Awakening

Awakening, dawn's chorus

Welcoming,

The day new, untouched

Waiting to be filled.

And will we paint a rainbow

With all its promise

Or dull the canvas

Sadly seen?

Each day brings its own colours

To be chosen, mixed,

Pigments of joy,

Happy moments,

Smiles and laughter.

And which will you choose?

For life is choice,

We are all painters

In our own way,

All needing to create

Something of worth,

Of lasting beauty,

Marking our journey,

Footprints in the sand.

The sky today is azure,

The sun warm and golden

A filigree of light and shadow-play

Through the gently swaying trees.

I clean my brushes,

Choose my palette

Of vibrant, living colours,

And begin to fill

Today's blank canvas.

Take A Challenge Everyday

Take a challenge everyday
That tomorrow should be better than today.
When I fight my innerself, I do lose battles sometime
But the war with myself, is what I win everytime.

I crib not, about what is gone 
I forget the nights, start afresh every dawn. 
Present, is what, I create and enjoy 
Content am I, like a child with his toy.

What it is! matters, not to me 
Coz I believe to see what can be. 
Not blaming others, faults in me, is what I see 
Coz I believe if it is to be it is up to me.

I just not know how to smile 
But I believe in spreading a smile. 
Its not easy to spread a smile, 
For this, one needs to walk an extra mile.

Step by step, step by step, is how I tread the path 
In sea of failures, to reach success, I took a bath 
The fun lay, not in the destination 
But journey itself was a fascination.

Nothing came free, but with success in mind 
I payed the price, not just money, but in every kind. 
What it is to successful, had I known 
To reach it, double the efforts, would I have sown.

I counted not the seeds in a fruit 
But counted the fruits that came from every root. 
I hit the iron when it was hot 
But ridicule in return is all I got.

BUT

When I touched the pinnacles, I saw the viewpoints alter 
Concern in return for a little hard work, I think was a good barter… 
Concern in return for a little hard work, I thought was a good barter…