Teenage :)

Set six alarms to wake at seven,
Still wake up late —  a sign from heaven.
Mom says, “Study!” Dad says, “Plan!”
My brain says, “ scroll Instagram.”

Homework waits like a horror show,
Due tomorrow… did I start? No.
Open books with noble intention,
Five minutes later — zero attention.

Friends say, “Bro, life is deep.”
We discuss it… instead of sleep.
Group chats buzzing all night long,
Mostly memes and one bad song.

Exams arrive — panic mode,
Suddenly, prayers are heavily owed.
“Dear universe, C'mon help me pass,
I promise I’ll attend every class.”

Crush walks by — system crash,
Confidence gone in one quick flash.
Rehearsed lines disappear somehow,
I even forget my own name now.

But honestly, through stress and drama,
Mood swings bigger than Netflix karma,
Teenage years are weird but cool —
Half chaos, half comedy school.

Sree....

Caveman

Dedicated to my son, who calls me a Caveman

Before the ink of time was dry,
Before the question, " Who am I,
I walked beneath an endless sky
With earth for a bed and wind nearby.

No kingdom marked the land with a line,
No measured hour, no grand design;
The sun would rise, the stars align —
Nature alone gave the sacred sign.

With trembling hands, I guarded flame,
A fragile light no storm could tame.
Against the dark it softly came,
And taught my silent world a name.

On cavern walls my stories stayed,
In ochre lines and shadows laid;
The hunt, the fear, the debts we paid 
A living memory never to fade

Sree.....

"The Albatrosses’ Vow”

Beneath a storm-swept sky, met two wings

No songs were sung, exchanged no rings 

No roses bloomed, no screams from lungs
Just salt and sky and the heart still young

Dance of beaks and wings, a pretty sight
Held on to a ritual carved over centuries tight
Neither fleeting flame, nor hurried flight —

But vows that outlast the days and nights.

One soared to the east, other one the west,
Each chasing winds, take the lord's test.
Yet through the years they soar their best,
To finally find each other on that nest.

No GPS, no calls, nor a tethered chain,
Just memory etched in a feathered brain.
And when they met, the sky would rain
With joy that only true love can attain.

No surety that they meet, again they cross
But strong the dedication, they their own boss

Can boast of strong bond that time can’t toss —
The love and loyalty that lives in an albatross.

Sree....

Second Coming!!!

 Folks, 

It wasn't my original intention, kept on expecting too much from my sick body without acknowledging what it does for me. Unlike me, got a bit carried away with some drugs. Not making any excuses, I take full responsibility and deeply apologise for whatever happened. Moving on, I am taking up writing both prose and poetry. So please wait for my first post in the second coming for now.   

Sree....

 एक थी मक्खी, वो बहुत गमंडी थी . एक दिन वो जंगल के राजा शेर को परेशान कर दिया और शेर उससे बचने के लिए मक्खी को सलाम किया .

ये किस्सा उसने हाथी और लोमड़ी को बताया और दोनों ने  मक्खी को सलाम किया .

जब लोमड़ी ने मक्खी को माकड़ी के बारे में बोलै की वो मक्खी को गाली दे रे, तब मक्खी को गुस्सा आया .

वो माकड़ी को सबक सिखाने के लिए उसका जाले में घुस  गयी  और मर गई .

दोस्तों, यह हे घमंडी होने का नतीजा  

A perfect heart and a perfect mind,
Are found in those who are kind.
For, in the end, it’s the love we find,
Makes us perfect, in heart & mind.

"Guru"

Listen to the chemistry of the biology of the physics,

to the physics of  the chemistry of  the mathematics 

Idiots we think, smartest swamis, busy eating chics

Crooked criminals, well planned, hide behind epics

Eat, drink, exercise, or sex, they always are advise ready 

Only a very few with real knowledge, helpful and handy  

Treat self as demigods, mastery in all the subjects of study 

Saint or sinner, make us feel "the lord" their eternal buddy

Mesmerise the world with their speech/ English language skills 

Some grew so arrogant, spare not even the path of animals 

Statues of dieties their addas to hide their partner criminals

Still plenty follow, listen to sarcasms on youtube & originals

Yoga -Ayurvedics earn them fortunes - their main business

Rides high end bikes and cars, to spread they say awareness  

One guy shows trick with his belly show off his body fitness

Crime out, shift to a new country made of the assets countless 

Sree....

Lust

Love organ, depicts all forms of  human art
Nothing but a simple muscle's flex is the heart
Propels the food air and water -this body part
Mechanical, no emotions comes out of  the heart

Hardwired for lust, our senses and sense organs
Love an after thought, described by lot jargoans 
Made in mind, thrives pleasure, and satiate organs 
Lust- the sin that can take life out from the earthians

No love, no compassion, blank the human mind 
Lust on material possession; the one of it's kind
Crazy life follows,with the material-all human bind
Realize not, listen to none, till themselves they find

Matured, the feel blown away like a heap of dust
Love changes it's name to need and ready to adjust 
Some material possession still make existance just
Curiosity remains with the character of mind's lust 

Sree....

The Phoenix

Thought, it's time, myself, I shall cleanse,
The body, the mind and that little arrogance
Dwelled in the past, boasted of the brilliance
Soared with eagles, used to that fragrance

Eagles hunt, do  possess a very big wingspan
Fly high, look down eagerly and clearly scan
Skills professional, love to be born in the clan
Fool in me thought "purpose" Good Lord's plan

Some goose fly higher, think same stuff they're made
In elevation they dwell, puff themselves up in pride
There awaits the lord, normalise the memory fade
He cleanse and restart; " the time and the tide"

So very amazing this world- the way thy fix
Doing it one more time- thy match and mix
Wish to come back over to enjoy all those tricks 
"Bless me oh lord" to rise again, as a phoenix

Sree....

  

   

 

was seeing some  films/ sreies on the last couuple of days....have some inclination towards the historical stuff  shot in english .... coz, short.... locations and te acotrs good looking and everything which is to be shown will be shown unlike the symbolic stuff.

 

Do any of us know when did humans sent their first radio signals to space? I think it was in the mid-70s.(1974). That means there were some species, who sent the signal to Earth 9 billion light years back!

 We are just 4.5 billion years old, this means, either they predicted our birth and the life  sustaining atmosphere in this part of the world then , or they randomly sent some signals, but as per the scientists these were specific signals, we should be aware that what we are dealing with is some super intelligent species who were predicting the birth of a life sustaining planet 5 billion years before our birth !!!! Interesting is in it????

 A story I thought will never be said again atleast by me... the Eklavya story ......it proves onething ... to be a king you have to be taught by person who teaches the nobles.......

 THE TRUST  

Looking at the crimes and the happenings around you, your faith in humanity goes off ....but, then you were in a queue..You leave the queue ask a total stranger to take your place and you forget about it comeback after 2 hrs to see that the person is still protecting the position created for you by him and is very happy doing that... a look at the truck driver's eyes gives you a new found faith and freedom to take your car out thru the smallest of the opening you ever  took your car.. the  trust is still there ... a thin line of it, but the line getting smaller /////

Sree....

My Dad

DAD (try boyzone words- tune)

Dad my ever wonder dad
my ever-cheerful charm, my love
your smile is all of what I need 
to rise up  in the dawn, my dad
Dad my ever wonder dad
my ever-cheerful charm, my love
wish you luck to come out strong and tough
and bring back all the smiles we had
Dad my ever wonder dad
my ever-cheerful charm, my love
just a test by lord, lose not faith in self
And rest is all ours , my dad
 
Dad my ever wonder dad
my ever-cheerful charm, my love
can’t wait to see you back  
with that smile and charm, my dad
Dad my ever wonder dad
my ever-cheerful charm, my love
Dad my ever wonder dad
my ever-cheerful charm, my love

Written by me and sung by my son Du.....

 
 

 

 

Why me?

 I do not know the  answer, but then if there was no purpose I would have been gone long back. So whenever my body goes immobile, something moves in my mind, I call it the latest update happening in me. Beware, it's a new version of me.

Sree.....

Last night i didn't sleep a single minute..... i can find lot of reasons... but i don't want to crib about it...so i got up today morning and i am determined to make today so fruitful that i' ll fall asleep

Dead line

This is about the pressurised work culture in the private organization sector in India, especially the banks, We need to earn luxuries in life. So one does not folllow his/ her passion, rather to achieve more get into the life of  an employee, agreeing all terms and conditions of the employer. But many of them are at their maximum potential at the start itself and once their life is set to the pace of meeting the current targets, the targets increase. They run here and there, somehow turns leader and now they help the management to set the criteria.But could not change the way its been set because the real culprits here are the employees itself who agrees to the management.

Heed not to need, luxury we all strive 

Passion waits to take over, post all fine   

Born a rooster, but lay eggs to survive
Meet deadline, left with the only lifeline

Not in me, still felt attainable the target 

Set the routine, nicely picked up the pace

Life easy not, new performance criteria set 

Lay ten eggs!, realize elsewhere my place

Frantically ran, made senseless the phobia

See not any difference, travelled the world

Out of reach remain the deadline, the criteria

Swam alone and discovered paths, acted bold

Turned leader, can't hide the face in a mask

Said ok to the deadline, targets one can't let go 

Do rooster's lay eggs?, not a question to ask

About to say no, but roosters said, "yes we do"

Sree....

The weak body

Remember those days the pristine 80s and 90s. All lived with fear of God within ... There was God present in each one of us.... we all were divine... So could not commit bad deeds. The poem opens up in the current world and this guy started hearing voices in him . Unlike the people in the 80s  and 90s, these days people can't recognize the god within, godliness waiting for a reason to leave humanity. When they start recognizing the divinity within, they start a friendship, but unlike those days, they started competing with it and force godliness to leave the body  … A body without divine presence isn't good for anything and cannot live without an assistance..

The Week Body

Some voices I hear from deep inside of me
Started communicating, soon the best of friends
Normal human I was, divine the friend in me
Both designed solutions- meet the life’s ends
 
One body one soul, the life happily moving on
Worked, enjoyed together could not ask for more
One fine morning, my idea: keep a comparison
Instantly knew my friend; agreed to track the score
 
Body had options two, mine and my friend’s
Presented my solutions, required that extra work
His ideas, solutions superb, nothing at backend
When conversed, felt insecure, feel being a dork
 
Decided to move apart, but no ways to implement
Split the workload together -but single they exist
Disappeared the godliness, our actions we lament
These days the body suffer, soon require an assist
 Sree…    

Saala, “ yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN.”,

This is a crime, you are wasting the precious sleep time which could repair your system, Sree please don’t work against nature, please sleep. Yeah, I could have slept, if found solution to one answer,  Saala, yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN?

So cold I feel from inside… I can feel my heart, lungs, liver, kidney, all of my organs turning cold, I had finally accepted failure and was ready to give up, but I couldn't feel my left hand. I couldn't die without finding it. I asked myself,  saala yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHA HEIN?

I asked my parents on recreating myself and they said: don’t worry we know how to create you … will do it once again.  only thing you have to do is Sleep... rest leave it to us. I go off to the bed, laid down and thought,  Saala yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN?

My left hand is the organ which can cause me a brain fade… yes...  my brain is terrified of it and can never let me think of something else. The only organ which can hijack my brain from this is my brother’s brain, now on the other side of the world. Though researching in geophysics, his main concern is the EMI he pays for the loans he took in India. My brother’s brain  always leaves me confused, suddenly I hear the doorbell. Sir amazon… a fully paid delivery for Mr. Sreekanth. I took the packet, but all what my brain now thinks is- why don’t he pay his EMI?. I call him.. he picks up the call, and talk to me in a low voice” I am taking classes, but why are you awake? I tell him about my left hand. He disconnects the call, suddenly the doorbell rings.. Sir amazon, a fully paid delivery for one Mr. Sreekanth. It was basalt, exclusively for my left hand… 

The most complicated thing in the world, the human brain... unfortunately no human knows what to do with it… I thought myself as an intelligent guy until this question came along

saala yeh LEFT HAND KAHAN RAKHNA HEIN?

Sree.....

     

The Selfish

Last time when left alone, I lost my health
that was when I tried to excel our wealth
this time, sure my love- can take no longer
but, pay no heed, time to excel- your career 

What if the roles were reversed?, I think 
sure, not have spared you an extra blink 
so wonderful, the present life we live
Me- the perfect nothing out of we five 

Painful nights, sleep not- self I hold back 
mornings, cherish the drop- I move by luck 
YouTube videos, hope fast the time turn 
rest the day, looking for yours' return 

Evenings, come off the room, in couch I sit 
managed till now, pull myself out the pit, 
bit more time, looking at each of our fish
and blaming all of my thoughts selfish 

Sree....

Crazy Driving

Voices in me said "concentrate- observe"  

"Slow down son!, before the next curve"

Stopped the car with just a body swerve 

An inch away was a bus, I held my nerve

Driving discipline, we never really learn

Tactfully blame each other, the real concern

Mess the process, law keepers who govern 

Mannerisms too much for us to unlearn

Enter the road like a monkey let out of cage

Honk, hobby for many, stop not even with age

Insane drivers, everyone on a different page

Know not- the most, driving is just a privilege

Adhering to rules, puts one in lot of doubt 

Do what all else do, just go in and freak out 

Learn to put the head out and learn to shout 

Driving, adventure sport in here, no winner out

Sree....