Sparsh

O mighty mirror, Who never do error, Reveals inside character, Gives life a new color; Seeking for the truth around us, Searching to the boundaries of mind; Never we dare to look with close view, To face the truth or image of us in it. Reflects our soul to us, Not mirage of our false hopes; And us becoming victims and accused, By judging our-self in frame of reality.

Qualifying IIT JEE 2004 was a big event in my life. And this exam revealed certain character out of me. Now, I was going away from home as a teenager to get experience of college life. I want to start a new phase in my life by undertaking mechanical engineering as my career in ITBHU, Varanasi. I arrived by Shivganga Express from Kanpur. Story before counseling : Choosing a seat of Mechanical Eng. in ITBHU was my decision that I will remember for the life time. Till then, I consider IT-BHU equivalent to IIT-K in all aspect and do not care that it has not extra 'I' in its name; I was dreaming that no facility will be lagging and working condition will be extremely professional there. I also left Electrical Eng. for the sake of Mechanical Eng. I was fond and pride of this tough call at that time; But dreams died slowly here. City was not so good looking as seen from the windows of train. I was not hoping huge expectations from the city. We were received by a bunch of seniors ...

When night is dark, Silence rules the world. A chill breeze surrounding you Alone in woods, just stand by me. When going gets tough, Feeling constraint in crowded worlds. Uncomfortable in passing moments and place, Beneath the open sky, stand by me. Not always solitude is blessing, Sometimes haunting as a curse. Remember cherishing memories of the past, Just wish a smile and stand by me. Curbed by sorrows, lost in gloom Lights of hope fading in hearts; Just come to me, refresh your soul Beside my grave, stand by me.

Revive,O! mighty man. Going nowhere ,but to decay. Look at the lonely moon, Having dark patches at its heart, Shining in the gloomy night Enlightened your soul with its ray. Living in downtrodden state Falling unconsciously from heights Fading your hopes to rise Walking to narrow lanes of mistrust Crawling, crumbling by the hands of greed, Surrounded by its own long shadows. On the wings of hope, rise like a phoenix Burn the past in ashes, row against the hatred. Start a era with the light of hope. And open your eyes on new dawn.

What a web, life becomes ! Me hanging between two worlds, One pure work of art Other a junkyard of materials. Disillusioned by the senses at this time, Walking on both the paths. Poundring the whole heart in one, And sacrificing mind in another. Unable to hear voice of soul, Lying on the banks of hopelessness. No religion, no friends & no love So lonely in the crowded world. Wanting to paint new lines, On the canvas of dull life. Arise a sun of light and hope, Wanna be at horizion of brightness, To find a path chosen by me only, Far from rush to way of self-contention.

Too see a world, born half dead, Living with suppressed soul, Not a worth to be called human, But surrounding us with foul hearts. No passion for the life, No hope of the death; They are everywhere between us, With world appearing them as hell Their black eyes give the depth of pain, Consciousness lies beneath in the chains. Not having the feel of liberty, Every moment passing in vain. Fight to live, live to earn Just to get a piece of bread. Truth & beauty are words of fake Eternally born for the grave Where is god of enlightenment? So cruel, taking grudges on these men; Weak & timid, they have become, Always like a foot ridden sand Hope been there in some eyes, Someday one can hear their heart's voice.

"Love of poetry is first sign of spiritual life."- Aurbindo Ghosh. When Aurobindo Ghosh had quoted this sentence, I was not even born in this world. But really consider me as an unborn or dead without poetry. Poetry preserves the decay in the visitations of divinity in me. I am not a poet, but I am incomplete without it. Reading & Enjoying poems is one thing but remembering them for exam was another cold-blooded task to me. I read many poems like "Twinkle Twinkle", "Jack and Jill", "Mary had a little lamb", "Baba black ship" etc. from childhood but they were just a part of the boring education system, not me. They do not enlighten me with the beauty of the words and also, I was little child to understand them. In class 2nd, my father taught me 2 lines of a poem composed by eminent poet Shelly. That was something about west wind and seasons. I was highly impressed by sound of it and just found a taste of English poetry. I read and ...