The Morning

Every morning brings a new day, uncovering peel by peel from night and dawn.

The birds on trees chirp happily as they welcome the new morning, a new beginning.

With sun its ornament, it decorates landscapes, garden, mountain, sea and ocean,

Inspiring people to wake up, exercise and get ready for the day.

My dad has seen it, and his dad and his dad and many-many dads above him,

They, like me, seen it to mature into day, evening and night, with moon and stars

They saw it when they were born from unknown and when they were dying into unknown

And I too see it, as my life-watch ticks towards that unknown, the ultimate truth, death.

Like a true friend, it remains with the winner and the looser, giving each a new chance,

It starts to make a huge tree out of a small seed, with air, water and the sun.

It flutters eagle wings, flies it high in sky and helps to catch a worm, far down on earth,

The cycle continues, some get eaten, some eat, some born and some die.

I went near a big lake, to see the morning coming slowly, beautifully, softly but fresh,

It came with equal emotion, be it a laborious ant or a venomous snake.

It came with a desire to see birth of Krishna, Jesus, Buddha and many pious men alike,

But also it will bring Ravana, Goliath, Hitler, Osama and many, whom people will dislike.

The Anger

A new car has, yesterday, home arrived,
shining body and mirrors reflecting bright,
Dad's new passion and his delight-
Sleeping new car in the dim garage light.
As Dad cleaned garage with his four year old,
Son scratched the car; "Look I did", smilingly he told
Dad in his anger  got very wild,
Took a wench and hit his child.
Son was hospitalized, some fingers were cut,
case was severe, and doctors cant do much.
"Will my fingers grow again, Dad", he asked,
in those crying eyes, the pain was masked.
Dad felt sorry, dad felt sad,
Went back to car, to kick it like mad,
And then he saw, what his son has scratched,
It was written- "I Love you, Dad."

Me a Ghost Hunter

From childhood I am very fascinated by ghost.My grandfather and grandmother used to tell me many ghostly stories and I used to hear all like a very attentive listner.They claimed that they had seen ghosts in villages and I used to only get amazed.In my heart there burns a desire to see atleast one ghost.

It is not that I have not started my endevour to search ghost.In my school days,when I was away from my home,I used to roam alone in night at about 11 PM to 3 AM so that I can meet any gentleman or lady ghost.But alas,I could only see lonely roads,silent trees,dogs barking in solitude,sometimes a hush-hush from bushes which used to turn out to be cats or snakes,but never ever a ghost.
One night I thought it might be that ghosts too might have become modern and might like to roam on highways rather than small lonely boring lanes.So that night I went to the highway for ghost search.It was not long when a police patrol jeep came along and started to interrogate me.I answered my valid reasons of walking alone in night.They laughed and smiled and I too joined their merriness .They welcomed me on their jeep and that night I also did night patroling along with them of whole city.The difference was that police patrolled for the thieves and I for the ghosts.Then we did each other good bye without any trace of any ghost and they without any thieves.

With time and tide,I kept on changing places and cities not in search for ghost but for personal reasons such as studies.But the personal strive to search a ghost continued.

I was in a lodge where two of my friends also showed the similar interest.Someone told us that ghosts are seen at nearby hospital's morgue at midnight.So as a keen researcher we all three were there at midnight looking for ghosts.But to our disappointment none appeared.When we returned to lodge ,we acted as though the ghosts got a way inside us and our spirits are ruled by ghost.The whole lodge that night was silent with every door securely locked from inside.The next day the ghost affect was gone.

The student life ended and not a single chapter of ghost has opened yet.I came to work in new city Pune.Nearby there was a pyring groung for dead bodies.I had several walks to that place in search of a ghostly friend.But I think ghosts are afraid of me as a general public are afraid of ghosts.Well someday I hope that I meet a brave Signior or Signorina ghost and we become great friends.

Office Work Song

The silence is all around,

Stroking of my keyboard is the only sound,

My computer screen is shining bright

Not A single colleague on my sight.

My watch "ticks-ticks" showing me the time,

Working late is a personal crime,

you should party, your age is prime,

But what to do, the job gets me dime.

Morning early, I cant wake,

Driving fast in traffic, the risk I take,

Running huffing, I reach my desk,

Programming for someone, the money I make.

The boss tells me to do this and that,

But my computer and I do electronic chat.

The lazy sun comes settling slowly down,

All day on chair, stiffs body, from leg to crown.

As day ends, phone rings, there is an issue,

A physician is on fire, ready to rip my bone and tissue,

An application you wrote, just broke she shouts,

More words from her fell on me, like bolts from clouds.

She hung the phone on me, before I can explain,

Its not me,but someone else in the IT chain.

But matter has gone to management, up and high,

They told me- work late, fix it or your career die.

So, here I am, working late,

Neither any manager nor team mate,

Today my work day is long and long,

So I writing a workaholic song.

- Sandeep Shabd

The true sunshine

The clouds of despair hanging high,
The stomachs are empty and the mouths are dry.
Rich and high eat lavish, throw and waste;
however, millions crave for a single grain to taste.
A mother with uncontrolled tears in her eyes,
sees her dying son, hit by a misguided missile.
A once happy family lost the bread-winner today,
cause a suicide-bomber hit on his daily way.
The guy was tortured, colored was his skin,
The babies were killed as they were female twins.
If all have red blood and the God is one,
Then why we kill with knife, bombs and gun.
O Lord, bring the true sunshine of life in here,
with rays of happiness, love and care.
Let those filled alleys of dark moments be sun-shined,
The mind becomes more open and the heart becomes kind.