Poems by Bajju

Who listens to you…

a poem by Bajju

Lets take the bare minimum of the gods
Rama, Jesus, Allah, Sun are the lords
Each moment from dawn to dusk
We keep praying and requesting without any just

A hindu asks for good education for his son
At the same time a muslim asks for a good job for his daughter
Simultaneously a christian asks for a bright future for himself
Whereas a sun devotee might ask a book to be present in a library shelf
Wham!!! there might come a prayer from a street dweller
And a request by a rich jeweller
Who do you think comes for your Help
Had god differentiated among religions to help your problems gulp

Each one of us would have required a lifetime to get our turn
And help the questions and prayers churn
So that we might have the solutions earned
So my dear friends
We must realize that He who lends
Respectively, is not channelised as Rama, Jesus Allah or the Sun
But He is just one


a poem by Bajju

Life has no ends
These are just new bends
A bend which leads to a new door
That promises to have something better for sure
As the way to do the door shortens
The blood pressure rises in sheer tense
What lies ahead no one knows
What’s gone behind have their own woes…

Why does one have to live with so many silly tensions
Its far better without such apprehensions
Life is not our choice
Death will never be our choice
The road in between has to be built on gratitude
On every object we come across, with a positive attitude
Positivity doesn’t guarantee a result
Negativity has one, with a consequential insult

When life has so much to offer
Why don’t most of us have much to infer
Life sux… is often said
By the young and the about to be dead
Is it so sour
That one can’t have peace and happiness for an hour…

When we are born the world laughs and we cry
When we die the world should cry as we smile at thy
Then there is a man who can say I have lived a happy life and been at peace
And urges other to move ahead and yearn at these
Because one can never find a way to happiness
Hey!!! Happiness is the only way…

God must be busy

a poem by Bajju

Day in and day out… so many requests
Without any thought, irrespective of the mindsets
To help one through getting the food taste right,
To clear the traffic jam out of your sight.
To drop your child on time at school.
To maintain your partners temper and keep him/her cool
To eradicate all the diversions on your way to work
To help you reach bang on time in accordance to the clock
To ensure all the files are kept at the right place
To help your boss to trace.
To make the auto/taxi guy charge exactly fifteen rupees
To hope the neighbour doesn’t question you when you are at peace
With so many request and so many wishes to be granted
The thought and prayers that keep you haunted
Rama, Jesus, Allah or the Sun
You seriously are the busiest one…


a poem by Bajju

As I walk down the lane
My heart shrinks with a bit of pain

As I see so many kids going to school
The girls they look forward to drool

Enlightened during days when they have the bat ‘n’ ball
Frightened during their journey to the examination hall

So many things to look forward
Wharton, MIT or Harvard

But then one has lost his world
Every one around him fled

Telling him the worth of his life
Is next best to ending with a knife

But then there comes an angel
Neatly dressed with a wetllok gel

Smiles hugs and tells him
What life is to him

Motivates with a great deal of aggression and affection
Pumps the adrenaline in quick succession

Tells him to make a difference in the world
In every youth and the old

Because ultimately even I am a human
And have a body like every one

He motivates me to move ahead and thrive
I really do feel excited to be alive

He made my life glitter
Truly he is my alma mater

Love you so much…