I would end it if i could
Get rid of the pain
It is killing me inside
My life has become a bane

I am fighting the demons
They get strong by the minute
I am losing the war
I am nearing my finish

My head, it aches
Its unable to take anymore
The little boat fights the big waves
Will it reach the shore?

"Help me please" i plead & plead
Someone guide me home
I wake up in a cold sweat
Screaming all alone

I fear that this is the way it will be
A fight to save my soul
At the brink of madness
At the edge of the black hole

So pray for me
And keep me in your thoughts
Know that i did try hard
It was a battle well fought

I wish i could write a lovely poem
Like Wordsworth or robert frost
But all i can do is think and think
And muddle up totally lost

I try to write beautiful words
Emulating rudyard kipling
But becomes hard when your rhymes dont come
And you find yourself slipping

I wish i could write a huge tome
Of strange beings and stranger lands
Alas! I am not Tolkein
And i dont have Dickens hands

So i guess it will be silly rhymes and frivolous poetry
Cause thats what comes to me
I try n try and i try so hard
A poet am not meant to be!

The dusk gives way to a still dark night
The heavens lit up with kaleidoscopic stars
My heart is filled with joy at the sight
And i hum the song of the road

The wanning moon dances on the shimmery lake
The lavender nectar floats in the air
The dandelions in happiness, they swoon
In joy i hum a song of the road

A song so sweet and a song so dear
A song of long ago
For it has no words, just a gentle tune
And i hum the song of the road.

The name is Rajarshi
A difficult one to pronounce
Try telling that to a bengali mom
Who doesnt spare an ounce

They said he is meant to be,
A wise king or a sage
sweating in a cubicle at work,
Here i am making daily wage

Kingliness went out the door.
Sage was never here
a joke my mom played on me
My eyes drop a sad tear

So pop and mom beware !
when you name your child
A fancy name in an infant
May drive the adult wild!

Dear People of the World,
I don't mean to be slutty,
But please use me when ever you want.
Sincerely,
Grammarly.

In the city of Mumbai
When you want food and now
You reach out to grab
The glorious vada pao

A round golden ball
Filled of potatoes n spice
You have one and you are reminded
Of all things good & nice

The great Equalizer
Liked by all, big or small
Have it with chutney or chili
Whether you live in a bunglow or a chawl

Dip it in sambar
or stuff it in a pao
Have it any way
You will only say "wow"

I had one today
I ate it with glee
I have realised like all mumbaikars
The vada pao is meant for me!

What do i write today
My mind refuses to think
Midnight is upon me
My eyes dont catch a wink

Should i write about demons and ogres?
Or about brave knights and kings
Think o lil head of mine
Imagination - take flight with your wings

So i thought and thought
And thought for a longish time
But nothing made much sense
And it just would not rhyme

So in utter frustration
closed my eyes to sleep
I couldnt think of a single line
The poet in me ready to weep

And Then it struck me
The lines came pouring fast
So here it is what you are reading
The poem about nothing ready at last!!