English Poems

I am not me

I am not me, what a matter of pity!
The others know me by my name,

They don’t know what is my real fame.
For some I am a villager for others from city.

I am just a father, my child says.
The teacher says I am a bad student.
Friends say I am not adequately prudent.
My wife’s notion for me even more dismays.

Despite individual entity I don’t have control
On how my things are going to roll.
Finally, I feel I belong to nature.
Despite similarities a different creature.

I can’t control even my thoughts.
They are controlled by something unknown.
I don’t know how the things have grown.
While loosening tighter become the knots.

Interview

A solo performance that doesn’t have a preview,
Afterwards not possible any review.

The cruel examiners check your view,
The torturous experience is called interview.

As unpredictable as never before,
Second by second complicated it is You try to guess how it could be.
But never you get how it should be.

Poetry

Patchwork of thoughts and words is poetry.
Always a multidimensional geometry.

Depth of the thoughts and the words’ length,
Bestow on poetry a special strength.

Sometimes the initiation comes from the thought.
And then you find there’s a words’ drought.

Words sometimes excite you more.
You lack there in thoughts galore.

When both are put together in harmony,
Can bring the joy setting aside agony.

The Biggest Mistake

The biggest mistake I always make:
Expecting others to change for my sake.

I repeat the same again and again.
But all my efforts go in vain.

What he was yesterday he is today.
My expectation fetches me more dismay.

I have not changed

In all my life I have not changed.
Some thoughts with others however exchanged.

What I was yesterday I am today.
That is a serious reason for dismay.

Others of course see a progress in me.
Any change in myself I don’t see.

In conscience but I’ve made no progress.
The more I attempt the more I regress

Different Cultures

You and I have different cultures.
You have peacocks and I have vultures.

What you hold for right, to me seems wrong.
You like loneliness and I like throng.

The process of evolution has been quite different.
The difference not deliberate, it is quite inherent.

It is reflected in the geography and the climate.
To you is yours and mine to me intimate.

Not just differences there’re also similarities.
Although maintained are the strange peculiaritie