Poem for mom and dad...

Mummy-

My mom gave me birth
and told me several stories
She played with me
running all the storeys.
She taught me how to walk
she taught me how to write
she taught me how to eat
and she always kept me bright.!
She wiped out my tears
blowed away my fears
she scolded when I was wrong
building a bonding very very strong.!
She encouraged and motivated me
when I was quite low
"Get ready and move on
and work tip to toe".
She helped me when I was in  need
of a friend or a mother or both indeed.!
She taught me that
time is money
"Don't waste it or
you wouldn't taste the honey".!
She knows when I am glad
She knows when I am sundry
And she knows it before me
When I am hungry.!
My mom is the one
whom I love the most
We argue, we fight
but we share the secrets topmost.!!

Papa---

My dad taught me A, B, and C
and countings from one, two, and three.!
He organised my birthday parties: 02 to 20's
And gifted me carrom, chess and cookies.
He bought me a cycle
And taught me how to ride
Not letting me fall
on a lane, dust or tide.!!!
I remember all his scoldings
to me in maths
Failing but trying
Geo, Trigo and Stats.!
He got me things before I had asked
Cheap or expensive-nothing to be masked.
He gave me good education
with the best he had
I will be an engineer
All because of mom and dad.!

A tribute to M, PM, and PS.

It was August or September perhaps, and I was walking on the lane-carrying two or three photostated papers in my hand. I remember I was walking all alone. The dusk was falling upon but the sun had still not lost its shimmer. It was still as hot as it was in the afternoon.

It was the phase of my life when I was progressing towards the state of depression. I wasn't able to focus and would often be lost in my gloomy thoughts for hours and hours. I had found out a solution to this problem-study, study and study for 18 hours a day to escape from reality. For most of the time I was dwelled in books with no breaks and no source of entertainment or laughter. However I would always try to behave normally with my sister and my parents- weeping inside and not letting them know.!

I was on my way that I met M,PM and PS. After meeting them, I really don't know why, I felt extremely elated, rejuvinated all of a sudden. I knew them as my classmates but we had not undergone any sort of friendly chats ever before. But this time it was going to be different- altogether different.
We started talking and I told them about my dillemma by-the-by. I did not know them well and still I had shared my problem with them? Well, I have not been able to find the answer to this question as yet!

The effective treatment to my depression had begun. M, PM, and PS had started supporting me emotionally. Ofcourse they were not living with me!! They used to send me SMSs full of jokes. They would call me at any point of the day ( increasing their bills ) only to make me happy, so that I may not feel lonely.! They would give me nice songs to listen and gradually I went easy with them. I started sharing all my problems with them and would ask for their advice or suggestion at any point of the day and this 'ANY' has a gravity in "any point of the day". Time passed by and slowly but steadily I came out of the dreadly state of depression.

Now when I look back, I realise what have they done for me. They helped me when I needed someone the most. They supported me emotionally, mentally and by all sorts. They were the ones whom I could disturb at 1.30 in the morning too. They were the ones with whom I enjoyed shopping at Chawri Bazar.! They were the ones whom I first showed my earned cheque of 10000/-. They were the ones who taught me what life actually is. They were the ones who helped me in laughing.

Now, I admit, they are an IMPORTANT part of my life. They were strangers for me once and today they are dearest and closest to me. The triangle of M, PM, and PS is equilateral and I wish to join them to turn it into a square.! I don't know about them, but certainly I wouldn't forget them ever.!