GHAR KA KHANA... (UMMMHHH)

GHAR KA KHANA

When I was a child,

My mother made fresh food,

This made me stand stood.

The Roti flavored with Ghee,

Made my day healthy and lovely.

The aroma of the curry,

Makes me hurry.

To glob it all,

Not to spare it for any.

The Love of my mother mixed with Dahi,

Licked my palm,

Not to leave behind any.

Mom cooked Home cooked food,

For my health which was so good.

Times changed,

Something to loose,

For something to Gain.

Now when I moved to city,

My work keeps me so busy.

I eat all crap which wreaks my body,

And lowers my sturdy.

I drink energy drinks,

Laced with cocaine.

Take-away isn’t Nice,

What do I do I have No choice?

Now it’s in the news,

The Cooking Oil used isn’t good. 

Milk is adulterated,

This makes my bones diluted.

Use of preservatives,

To shelf the Food,

For my brains,

Isn’t Good.

I must stop eating food,

This for my Life isn’t good.

I long for my mother’s Food,

Though not as colorful as in those Recipes book.

I long for my mother’s Food,

I long for my mother’s Food.

 (DEDICATED TO ALL YOU GUYS WHO MISS THEIR HOME FOOD WHEN AWAY)

By: Md. Azharuddin Khan

HOW MONEY EVOLVED....

HOW MONEY EVOLVED

GOD created light to make our vision bright.

Needs arise,

Some produce Rice,

Some raise spice.

Problem arise,

How about exchanging the pulses for the Rice?

How many pulses for how much Rice?

Exchange was difficult,

Since some commodity remain indivisible,

What say people?

How do we barter for a price?

Astuteness strikes,

Let’s exchange Gold & Silver,

For trade to survive.

Gold & Silver aren’t, Right.

“Difficult to carry”, Hands oblige.

The concept of Banks strikes,

All the wealth in the place that’s right.

Banks issues certificates,

Promising to pay when needs arise.

Why to exchange certificate for Gold,

When we have to restore it back to the floor.

Certificates recognized,

People oblige.

Sovereign identifies,

What more you need when the guarantor is precise.

 “Money”- a certificate identified.

Why claim Gold when the certificates suffice.

That’s how money applies?

BY: MD AZHARUDDIN KHAN

MY MOTHER.

From the labor pain,

To the dreaded lane,

You have been there,

Because you care.

Word’s aren’t enough to describe your deeds,

Oh, Mother your Love never cease.

When I was a kid,

You held my hand,

Showed me the world,

And my life began.

You nourished me with your milk,

Which help me grew,

Till I learnt how to chew.

Oh, Mother I love you

From my little nose to my toes,

You took care of all,

Without any remorse.

You have been my nurse,

You have been my cook,

When I needed you,

My pain you took.

You dressed me for school,

When I could hardly wear my pants,

You kissed my cheek,

And my happiness reached the peak.

Having you is my gain,

Oh, mother I thank you, again and again.

I used to cry when I saw you in pain,

Prayed night long for you to regain,

Oh, Mother I thank you once again.

How do I thank you, Mother?

How do I tell what I feel for you?

I can never pay for all your dues.

You lied to father,

To let me play,

Oh, Mother you never dismay.

My heart and my soul

Oh, mother you are my whole.

(THIS POEM IS DEDICATED TO ALL WHO MISS THEIR MOTHER WHEN THEY ARE AWAY)

BY: MD AZHARUDDIN KHAN 

TRAVEL BY LOCAL TRAIN

Local were nightmare,

Before SIP strikes.

The Fear arise.

Work to Home wasn’t Nice,

Mentally prepared

To mount at 9.

Local arrives

Fear resides.

Getting in wasn't fun,

All the iron on the shirt was undone.

Climbing on someone’s foot,

Later, realized it was lady’s boot,

Sweat strikes,

Odor arrives.

Entering the nostrils,

Makes you malign.

You begin to pray,

“GOD, when my destination arrives”.

Mob exits for another mob to arrive.

Somehow you reach Dadar,

Desiring rest would be Nice.

Finally, your destination arrives,

Squeezed your way through the crowd,

Thanks Thy LORD that you survive.

Local arrives,

Local arrives.

PS: SIP STANDS FOR SUMMER INTERNSHIP PROGRAM

BY: MD AZHARUDDIN KHAN

MY LIFE IN IBS....

MY LIFE IN IBS....

Smoke stuck between my lips

Even before, I clean the Dirt from my eyes,

Yes, It’s already Bright day light.

Ablution done,

College Begun.

Walking midway to the class,

Professor Glare,

As if I care.

Last Row was Nice,

Continuing to sleep

Before the Break arise.

I waved my hand to mark my presence,

Some pass by,

Some flew a smile.

Pretending to be tired,

I reached the house, where I reside.

Face book was the place

Where, I found ultimate solace.

Poking few friends,

Ignoring the rest.

Yahoo and Gmail welcomed me again,

Couldn't resists the temptation,

To mail a friend.

Dinner Time,

Choosing the Best among the least,

Finally, settled for Maggie at least.

Hollywood movies were great to watch,

Sometimes amusing and sometimes not.

The clock ticked 4 am,

Now was the Time to make my Bed right.

The journey continues,

Anticipating placement was the dream for tonight.

Back to the morning

And to the tired life.

By: Md. Azharuddin Khan

THE GIRL WHO INTRODUCED ME TO LOVE...

Her Long locks spread over my face,

Sending shivers down the spine.

Her lips tremble,

With every touch of mine.

I stretch my arms,

For her to rest.

We lay there for hours,

As the time pass-by.

The stars were bright,

Unlike ours.

The loud sound of crackers,

Made her hold me tight,

Yes, it was the Diwali night.

We wonder if we can stay this way forever,

The cruel world can never see us together.

Tears rolled down her eyes,

When I told her forget me, Twice.

Little did we know when we fell in Love,

Man made it to bend it the way they like.

Love was racing,

Hopes was losing.

I don’t know if we can ever make it, Right.

Destiny had destined to rip us apart.

She was a Brahmin,

That was my plight.

  

By: Md. Azharuddin Khan