Transformed for the better.............

Badbadu was a man - bright and young,
His mouth was a bow and arrow his tongue !

Not a day passed when he didn't argue,
So proud he was that everything on earth he knew !

He always felt his stand was always right,
And once he started talking people ran away in fright..

Few ever loved him but he was hated more,
Almost everybody disliked him and called him a bore !

Everytime he won and his mind swelled with pride,
But with increasing foes, his heart certainly cried !

One sudden night he dreamt- two demons standing by his side.....
Tightly he was held and into many knots his tongue was tied !!!

The next morning he woke up in such horror,
Leaped from his bed and checked his tongue closely in the mirror.

It seemed alright but something was definitely wrong.
The tongue was in its place but OMG he could speak no long !!!!!

Out he stepped of his house
But to nobody he could speak to.....

Some felt happy and some were relieved
But for others anxiety definitely grew !!!!

So so heart-broken he felt.......
But soon pondered his good sense..

With all the worthless talks he felt
He had gained little but lost immense !!!

Both his eyes he closed;
And down his tears slipped by

But in those tears suddenly he saw
The Angel Of Wisdom smile and bless.....

He thanked the Angel and vowed
Never again to talk worthless.

The very next moment his speech; he did regain !
And Life changed him for good making him a person - modest and plain !

Goodness tickled his life and he started feeling nice !
People now love him and even now he speaks but speaks less and wise............

                                                              ---------------- ONKAR PATIL

What the monsoon brings.....

Come the month of June, happily the monsoon pours in;
And countless things and feelings along does it bring.....


Puddles for the kids to splash;
But potholes for the motormen to curse !


Relief for the parents that vacations have ended;
But grief for schoolkids that schools have begun !


For a romantic couple, a feeling of 'Hours spent like a moment';
But 'moment spent like hours' for a passenger stranded in a train !


Sweet smell of soil for the nose to breathe;
But also the irritating stench of garbage for it to choke !


A flash of lightning to make a spectacle;
But also powercuts for men to drown in dark !


A tiny stream for a paperboat to float;
But also roaring rivers for a hundred ships to wreck !


Life for a seedling ready to sprout;
But death for an old tree as it witnesses its own fall !


Rainy Item numbers for Bollywood to cash in;
But tearful moments for the street entertainers to live in !


At times its gloomy shades enshadow the happy ones,
But still right from end of May, for the monsoon we all eagerly wait !
Because a drop of rain is anytime more welcome;
Than the burn of dripping sweat !

                                                ----------- ONKAR

Plagiarism

" After hours of labour and sweat,
A wonderful masterpiece is what we get !
Passing the tests of patience and time,
Blossoms a creativity - awesome and sublime !


But unheard and unnoticed it goes,
A price tag it gets; but it's value nobody knows.
Lost in the heap of rubbish it stands,
Waiting to be dusted by some ragpicker's hands.


The ragpicker knows the price the masterpiece can get,
To open the treasure-chest, he simply can't wait !
 Claims the work as his own - fresh and cult,
Mocking its true owner and hurling at him an ugly insult...


Blinded by a mad craving for glamour and fame,
Honours, Titles, Name and a lot of other things to claim !
Limping he walks towards glory and stardom...
BUT only to find himself rested on the crutches of plagiarism !!!!"


----------- ONKAR

Robbing a Nation......

Bleeding wounds and an unhealed scar,
Still we are proud of what we are !
One of world's largest democracies ourselves we call
To new depths of shame we prepare ourselves to fall.


We are marching towards progress they say
Huge pictures of prosperity they drew
But as new scams are unearthed everyday
I wonder if all the rejoicing was true !


Difficult times are these today
Days when we are daily robbed;
Of scams children talk as they play
In a nation where the common man is daily mobbed.


With a deep sigh and endless rue,
We mourn our nation's sorry state.
Still every five years together we queue
Ready to re-elect our new fate !!! 

                                                     -------------- ONKAR

Missing those little joyful moments.......

It all begins with--
Call it a riddle or a race.
Just an ounce of opportunity
But tons of challenges to face !!

The confusion it weaves around
Makes it a riddle.
A race it is because-
There is no stopping in the middle.

If we succeed, we rejoice
And our efforts we hail !
But if we happen to lose
We blame our destiny for being so frail !

But in this quest of madness
So very often !
The sweet laughter of our heart
We fail to listen !! :-(

The entire spring for that green wealth
We toil hard night and day.
Unwilling to accept that once autumn arrives
Nothing else except the roots will stay !

Obsessed with wealth and enticed by charm,
We turn away from things true and warm.
During this entire race called life, little moments of joy we often miss...
And forget that these are the very moments that make our life a bliss.....

                                                  ------------ONKAR

A Gift from tears...........

Let us all listen
To a short touching story.
Its about a little boy,
Who filled his life with so much worry !


A Chubby, rosy face he had;
But eyes full of tears...
He wore often a look so sad
And lived in a cocoon of fears.


Beautiful things so much he loved
Wanting good things never to end;
Never alone to God he bowed
Bcos on his side he always had--innocence as his best friend !


One special day, on his birthday
His father gifted him a beautiful flower
So much he liked it that
He gazed at it for a long hour...


A gaze it was - full of admiration !
Thanking God for such lovely creation.
But something was getting on - it was the lazy breeze
Who blew cool and made his eyelids close with ease.


The morning sun woke him up
But what he saw made him feel so bad
There lay the flower on the table - helpless, wilted and dried;
He wept bad with eyes so sad, then buried the flower and again he cried....


Resting in Papa's arms, he continued to sob
And cursed himself for that which he didn't do !
But for the flowers certainly he left something behind....
Those were his tears and Yes ! those were true !!!


Days passed and soon the incident he luckily forgot
But one sunny day something made him stop a while at the same spot.
Suddenly he stooped and watched with eyes keen
Almost in disbelief rubbed his eyes n jumped in joy for what he had just seen !
He saw a tiny seedling sprout from the earth's heart;
So happy he was that the entire day smilingly he drove his never-stopping cart...


What made the flower seeds so fast grow ?
Was it the drizzle or the tears? we care not know
But lets share his joy together and forget all that for a while...
Because his eyes had got back their sparkle !
And his cheeks got a beautiful reason again to wear a smile !!!

                                     ----------------ONKAR