Poems by Rajdeep Gupta

Holi

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

Amitabh and Rekha sung, was not behind SRK with his drum
Sardarji couldn’t even be far behind, the tam was breaking the time
Festival echoes the color of peace and serenity
A time to behold and rejuvenate
Come March! summer sets in with grandeur of every sort
It’s the time you paint yourself
Hindus sung in every wings, with christians making it a mine
People hug each other-with an union in thine
Buy colors of every sort, breaking isles of peace
Sweets of every sort making it an ideal treat
Bhang can be a dosage sometimes
You might just want it to feel

Kids play at street, with elders too joining
Newly wed couple gets a chance to be in colors
Elders bow down and decorate the feet of their parents
While boys play pranks with lasses

I wish, I could paint a picture of warmth and compassion
A poor beggar lying down and watching all these
For him, it’s all the same
Listen and welcome the season of color
Bless and thou sing the seasons’ songs
It’s Holi my dear! It’s Holi
Let’s kiss the color of seasons with love and peace

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Colored Girl

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

Hurt and betrayed by the wings of destiny,
She chokes in disdain,
An infant she was, laid in the streets of Mumbai,
Maa, baap ka pata nahin! everyone smiles

To survive, she strayed and begged
And at night slowly crumbled under the sheets,
Long nights and days passed, as seasons unfold,
Hush and silence prevails in the years fold

She struggled and managed to wear old clothes,
But one thing- taste of studying,
Street lights and she sits all night studying

Grew my honey! and managed to scramble a degree of versatile,
She looks for job, but the world has other eyes,
They peep through the clothes,
They want flesh, not degree my child!

Hurt she was, but managed to scramble a job,
Wee hours, she strolled in for a walk,
Insane they were, found out something, no identity,
Her parents curse had befallen upon.

Lost her job, forsaken by color,
She looks above, and ask, “is there a justice?”
Hurt and betrayed by the wings of destiny,
She chokes in disdain,
An infant she was, laid in the streets of Mumbai,
Maa, baap ka pata nahin! everyone smiles

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Mystic Chatmate

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

Whose that girl, with lovely messages
Creeping me up always
One fine evening she responds with utter disgust
Hi, how come you have my ringing no
I betcha, I don’t know miss
Shouts she and then taken aback by my message
Days go by and then she calls up
We keep on chatting and finally she opens up
A christine, she dares to dream
Was in Mumbai till she jumped to Bangalore
Parents insistence, she can’t speak much
As in converse, she was thoughtful but childish sounded
Often she coaxed me, subject me to certain humiliation
But none to avail; I could never ask her for a date
And an accident occurred; she was hurt and made me hurt too
Alas! She could come back, but she won’t
She left me stranded, was with a Malayale Christian now
I stand alone and sing a song
The mystic chatmate that I never met

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Tsunami Song

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

It’s a pity, I can’t rejoice,
It’s a pity, I can’t laugh,
It’s with a heavy heart that I say
Welcome 2005- the year of hope.

An Xmas that was cut short by the gigantic Tsunami wave,
Affluent, needy, poverty stricken children,
Taken by the Greedy laws of Nature,
It came and made everyone lament,
Cries of sorrow spread from Sri Lanka to Thailand,
With India and Malaysia also under threat.
Hence, it’s a pity, I can’t rejoice,
It’s a pity, I can’t laugh,
It’s with a heavy heart that I say
Welcome 2005- the year of hope.

Lights flashed with wonder and amazement,
With thousands of helpless faces in tears,
Hands stretched for alms and food,
Alas! We could see the pains, and help little.
It’s a pity, I can’t rejoice,
It’s a pity, I can’t laugh,
It’s with a heavy heart that I say
Welcome 2005- the year of hope.

With Human rights activists, and scores of people
I set to help them with every possible manner,
Money poured with celebrities doing a world of good,
But, can you get the smile back- I Wonder

Oh God! Who made the sky and the laws of Nature,
What you got, in getting us to see the torments of Tsunami,
It’s a pity, I can’t rejoice,
It’s a pity, I can’t laugh,
It’s with a heavy heart that I say
Welcome 2005- the year of hope

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Ode to a song!

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

Well! listen the hush of the wind,
The gurgling of the river, the cries of the bird,
All singing the chorus of our friendship,
All singing the melody of a new beginning.

A journey of dosti is often embedded with love and grace,
Often coupled with an ipsy-tipsyy fight,
But then a friend such as near as you,
Can’t bear to say stern words,
Hence
All singing the chorus of our friendship,
All singing the melody of a new beginning.

We dated in the train hopefully with a promise to make,
Words untold, graced with beauty
Both compelled to usher a season of hope,
But then we could easily drift apart,
Hence we remember,
All singing the chorus of our friendship,
All singing the melody of a new beginning.

Ask me to tell you a story,
I’d speak thou as the character,
Begin thee and finish it in thy touch,
We both met and thou wasn’t same,
Hence we say,
All singing the chorus of our friendship,
All singing the melody of a new beginning.

I know this poem doesn’t make any sense,
nor it brings you to smile,
But i’d touch you and say-you’re mine
Hence we join hands and say
All singing the chorus of our friendship,
All singing the melody of a new beginning.

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Uptown-girl in a Bangalore train!

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

Early winter and Guwahati station was brimming,
Here I stroll near the AC-3 tier, waiting for it to open.
Caught a glance, oom she breathes fragrance,
Siren starts and we move along.
Stations come one by one, till I get to see some fun.
Oh no! she had some fun in getting down from the upper-birth,
Whole of the berth was busy in helping her AXN stunt.
Well! the day went, and we met near the toilet.
We started chatting, though she took time to open,
both of us had a great time,
though she had lots of uncles to pay attention.
I somehow felt that we zealed well,
words unexpressed, untold were made in a quick tone.
But alas! we had to depart,
while I took the Chennai route, she went to Bangalore
I called her up, but in no vain.
Alas! she forgot me and I have a few words to say,
may be the Bangalore-Guwahati express would be forgotten by you,
But for me, it was a cherished lesson in disguise!

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Till you ditch me

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

I thank thee for your touch,
thy love, thy care for the call,
a month ago you hop into my life,
struck and left me alone.

I thank thee for your care,
the way you understood me,
made me feel better,
alas! short-lived, they had end.

I thank thee for your time,
blessed were they,
till the stroke of three we spoke,
beautiful were they.

I thank thee for the dreams,
sweet and refreshening were they,
dreams which’ll be cherished
and make this 23 year-old guy happy.

You left, suddenly! but be blessed
may Gods shower you;
bountiful of happiness always
from me.

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Bangalore Autorickshaw

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

Stop, stop…
O Rickshaw will you go there?
Where Sir? O! Majestic, it’s far.
I’ll go if you pay me double
The roads are bad with too many hurdle

Ok, but be fast guru…
Chill down! and listen Radio City sir,
O you a Tamil? Me too, O how happy I am,
This auto is proud to have your touch.

Half an hour, he baked me with his thoughts;
While the drive made my stomach upside down.
The auto entered narrow lanes and welcomed every potholes;
This is a short-cut sir! You’ll be there in no time.

Shivaji Nagar, Wilson Gardens, Richmond Town and KR Market…
He had made a whole trip to Bangalore by then.
As we made this trip, I saw Rajnikanth smiling from the top.

We reached Majestic, I paid him his fare;
Thanked him for the trip
Smilingly he said, “Sir kuch bakshish”…
I put my hands in my pocket and gave him five rupees
He bade me goodbye leaving me stranded in the field.

This journey I’ll remember, never should I forget;
O! you Autorickshawalas, I’ll never forgive.

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Ode to the sky queen!

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

News flashed at 9 in the night,
Came as a shock to the world,
The sky lost its daughter,
One who kissed the radiant sky, had dreams to make home.

There she is, leaving us alone,
India along with Karnal cries, prayer chants in the temple of Texas,
So we join in the ceremony too,
“My daughter missed but not with tears”, quips her father.

She went, explored, reached her dream,
Nowhere has anyone hope and touch,
An Indian in every essence, she made us proud,
A role model to emulate.

The debris found, the investigation continued,
But the light won’t come back again,
The torch is out there in the sky,
I cannot do much: but feel proud for you,

We salute thee! Madam Kalpana Chawla.

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Ode to a bird

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

Thou sits on the tomb of the fort,
A place thou has conquered with all lore,
Thou can soar high and transcend boundaries at will,
O! I salute thee for art know the body of religion.

For thou sit on a temple, mosque or church with no cares,
Cut thy wings, seek thy blood,
Yet, the agony never ceases of mine,
Thy brings the fake freedom of mine.

My heart cries, human kind in its venomous touch,
Thy never speak diplomacy nor care to know,
Thy concern is to eat and survive,
My heart could never relish life of thine,

Thou sit on the tomb of the fort,
A place thou has conquered with all lore.

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Welcome 2003

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

Waiting on our couch is another year of happiness,
This is a year to spread the message of peace,
As we hugged 2002 for the last time, listen!
I had a torrid year my friend, it cries.

I had Godhra in my backyard as well as Devdas,
I crowned Ms. Turkey as well as brought mother Teresa close to sainthood,
The year was all in all a bad one as Bush my child,
Decided to rage a war again.

2003 listen! Behold yourself for the best,
There won’t be roses strewn along the path,
While Indians raise hope for the world cup,
I dare that Pakistan will again wage a war for Kashmir.

Let the year be filled with fun and frolic,
No hatred in mankind, let love blossom,
Let the politicians stop making promises,
Prices decry and the common man raises hope.

Welcome 2003, in my wings
Let the year 2002 never trouble you.

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Mirage

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

What is life? An illusion, a mirage my dear,
With woods so lovely calling you my child,
I crept slowly, caught his hands, but was it enough my dear?
Saw a distant dream, will it turn to reality?

Emotions were there that day, presently too,
The sweet touch, roams all over body,
The feelings so enchanting, hardly expressed,
But fairy seldom holds your hand.

Fly high! We act roles varied and wild,
Career of pride and vanity,
The dream to be best in every sphere,
But it’s never viable my dear.

Man is mortal hard is truth,
But why so effort to earn my dear,
The petty issues, the rat race we entangled,
Left will be only the footprints in sand.

Did thou cry? Why thou do? Feel like a bird,
Reach the sky and still eye beneath,
Relish dreams, strife hard, only a wink of smile is needed,
What left is an overly elation.

A poem like this of mine is not different,
Life is like a poem-a mirage, my dear!

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Kashmir, a fading vision

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

Do you dream? Oh! Ya, I do?
What do you see in your dreams?
Oh! I see the beautiful paradise in earth-Kashmir.
Why do you give me a glance like that? What’s wrong with you?

Kashmir my dear is burning,
The terrorists have seized control,
Girls raped, child orphan, women widow
A sad story all in all.

Oh! My God, what the government did?
They are hushed up in silence,
Power hungers are tied up with Delhi,
The militants make a mockery of them all.

The Kashmir ghat lies with boats,
A few tourists to seen,
The tourism industry is scattered,
With hardly any youth in zeal.

Tell me the kids? Oh! It’s a new thing,
They call gun before maa.
With toys being AK-47,
Their small hands busy in touching bombs.

Kashmir never can come back,
The children engulfed by the storm,
Wake up! For the mother calls you,
Don’t make Kashmir-a fading vision.

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A Starlit Night

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

I have a fantasy, I wish it comes true,
All day long, wish for night to appear,
In the twilight come the twinkling stars,
Small big of every magnitude.

Lovely, rays emitting them from them,
With cascade beams falling over my window,
Their lights shine in my life,
I remember people who have ceased to die.

There somewhere in the corner,
My mama calls me,
I don’t know how is she now?
Well! They say God looks after them all.

If you meet her, tell her,
I search for her everyday and night,
Mama I miss you,
Maybe you’re in the distant sky-a starlit one.

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Computer Speaks

a poem by

Rajdeep Gupta

I was bought, an amount of twenty thousand,
And resided in Jupiter home.
My face was that of BPL, body of INTEL,
Tommy cared me well while Basu was negligent.

One day I feel ill, both took me to a doctor,
Repaired I came, but was treated very badly after.
Movies and only movies they saw in my face,
All day long Rajdeep wrote poetry.

Then I got a new home and got my companions too.
But now they put me to sleep at eleven don’t know why?
I heard Tommy brought customers to sell me,
But Tommy I can’t live without you.

Please Tommy have mercy on me! Don’t sell me,
I wish I could cry and tell you.

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