Why??

This poem was written (october 2005) in reply to the following mail, which resulted out of a mail giving information about a theatre workshop. (I just remembered it in Rangashankara yesterday night while watching "The Ungrateful man")

WHY???>Why do people who take part in a play at the age of six think they are>experts in drama and must offer training workshops?>Why do people think that they are qualified to run drama training workshops>with a fee?>Why do people repackage party games in so many different ways and dish them>out in the name of drama training for personality development?>Why is drama related training becoming so cheapified?

this was my reply

Why?
Ask my friends, I

Why Not?
Is the answer, I got

At six, they were on stage
and you,were of playing age

training with a fee
since lunch is never free

repackaged it is an art
for the unknowing heart

with disgust you say, it is cheapified
with the trust they pay, it is glorified

Good Morning!!!

Tis dawn
do not yawn
here is a wish
with a kiss
to make your day
happy and gay

From Elephant Rock!

To cross the road across I ran
And that is how it began
Did not feel like stopping
I just continued running

Not attired for the run
I was not willing to be outdone
Slow and steady would be fine
In these chappals of mine

It was refreshing
That comfortable feeling
As I ran without stopping once
That five plus kilometre distance

It had to be the lord's sign
My health plan to define
Why else should I run back
from elephant rock

Short sight

I looked far and near
for my yaar and dear
hey is it her? I stroked my beard
"no" is what I heard

I have been short sighted ever
to have seen you never
the talk with you was an eye opener
why did it not happen sooner?

life partners are made in heaven
and no! they are not seven
that you are to be my mate
is nothing but fate

Oh Shit...

it was a wonderful talk
oblivious was i during my walk
down comes on my shoulder a hand
belong you to which land?
three goons in a bike... i look
"Oh shit" and sprint i did before i shook
she decides to phone
i leave it alone
run and jump over the spiked divider
like a very skilled rider
once more i hear the ring
"being chased" i sing
with bated breath waited they
in lay on my way
walked on the empty track
expecting them to come back
an auto... to home i ask
he refuses the task
a hotel and a guard
i stop... my heart beating hard
looking for me, up and down the goons went
on my side of the road, a lot of energy spent
to the guard, my story tell
to take me home, call my brothers cell
"i'm safe my dear, have no fear"
i tell her "theres no danger here"
my bhaiyya come
and i gaiyya home
i tremble with fright
as this i write

Sparks!!!

I look for a spark
like a loan shark
for my heart to park
we've been waiting long, my friends bark
can it not come later - hark
No - my words you mark
I will find my lark
to light up my life in the dark

thenga thenga thenga :)

mushkil se kuch choose kiya
BUT
kuch nahin mila!!!