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Don’t Come into My Life Again

September 16, 2018 Ramu Das Leave a comment

Don’t come into my life again
For you’d come only to make me cry
Many a gullible man still live, give them a try.
I’m done; known and lived with the pain
And all that for this life is enough
A gentleman has been made rough.

To reach you once again
Never in my wildest dreams shall I try
My eyes are parched, no water
To shed in my eyes do I find
Neither any strength in my fingers to write a letter
Full of world-weary thoughts is my mind.
So, do me a favour, don’t come into my life again
For you’d come only to make me cry.

Poems

Some Sympathy

August 26, 2018 Ramu Das Leave a comment

The pain is more in the head
Than it is in the gum
Yet the pain in the head
Is a cause of the swollen gum.

Sleep evades tonight
I toss and turn, sigh and moan, but only in vain
For though the bed is all right, I remain in pain.
So, I switch on the light.

I call up my girlfriend and tell her I can’t sleep
And listen carefully to the modulation of her voice
And I long to hear her weep as I weep.
Alas, weeps she not but only makes some saintly noise.

I call up my mom and dad and tell them about my pain
They seem more considerate than my girlfriend
And they pray for the pain to have an immediate end
But the pain is mine own, with which some sympathy I gain.

Every now and then when I am lonely
I become ill, to gain some sympathy mainly.

Poems

Mother, My Mother…

May 12, 2013 Ramu Das 8 Comments

Drained of energy, yet she took the pain all alone;

Guarded me against all odds and faced months’ struggle;

Carried me in so much pain, but she her pain did muffle.

She knew and felt me, when to the world was I unknown.

Then from her into the world I popped out.

Still in pain she lay, yet her eyes glistene’d,

With joy; with my babbling she was smitten’d.

Ah, the first word Ma came out of my mouth.

She Makes me happy, and wipes my tears

She eats less and feeds me more

Much love have I got in all these years.

What more could I ever ask for!

A song let me sing praising my mother’s angel like face

Never have I seen such a beauty!

She who is the epitome of unparalleled grace,

Has infused in me love and taught me my duty.

Mother, my mother, oh, how I love you!

How I miss you mother, my mother!

No matter how I try, I can never pay the due

For the drops of milk you fed me, oh mother.

Away from you I am three-thousand kilometers.

But the distance from you I can no longer bear.

I long to be with you mother, my dear mother.

Soon I shall be with you crossing all the barriers.

I shall come to ease all your pain my mother.

I care for you in my own way.

A word of prayer let me say.

You be hale and hearty every day.

I beseech you mother never to worry any further.

Mother, oh mother, you’re God incarnate.

When the world understands everyone but me,

Mother, sweet mother, you’re the only one I see.

I loved you and shall love you till my death.

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PS: I tried hard not to shed a single drop of tear from my eyes as I was writing this poem, but tears are tears, I could not resist them and they just rolled down my cheek as freely as they could. Just after finishing the poem I started reading it, thereupon, I cried a little more. I cried not only for the things I have written in this poem (that’s jejune, I know), but because of various other reasons, which I can never express in words. Anyway, you might as well like a wonderfully written poem by Rudyard Kipling; it is called “Mother O’ Mine”.

Poems

And She Moved On…

February 8, 2013 Ramu Das 11 Comments

Once strangers we were
Soon no strangeness remained
At times, at a distance you were, then so near
And now, aches my heart, oh look! It is maimed.

Blame must I my eye, it sees things changing
Yet a little closer to you I wish to be
Should we, once again, in the rain go dancing?
But oh! Now you care little for me.

Hark, like you, I shall try to move on!
What are you to me anyway, when to you I’m none?
But the residue of my true feelings can never diminish
However, regret I shall not, no… not a thing!
Or be immobile with grief, or loss my sense of being a being
In your thoughts’ sake, I shall but write my verses with great relish.

VIEWS AND OPINIONS

Winter Agony

January 26, 2013 Ramu Das 9 Comments

Oh this weather! Oh the suffering! I’ve received a chilly greeting from the very beginning of this chilly season. Oh winter, why haven’t you been nice to me this time? Some may like this season, some may not. But no matter you like it or not, it will keep recurring year after year, as so has always been the nature (quality) of nature from time immemorial.

Chest cold, and I’m coughing like some hardcore smoker coughs. I’ve a high body temperature, headache, runny nose (I’ve to sniff every time). My throat pains. My tonsil is hurting. This noisy explosion of air from my lungs is unbearable, to me as well as to the bystanders. At a distance do my friends move, as if they might get hurt, as if a bullet chases them. Perhaps they’ve started considering me a boor by now. “Go away, then, you might be shredded into pieces by the bullet coming out of me.” I want to say but I don’t say. It will make things worse, I know.

And I think bum is the wrong place for a boil, for the area is very sensitive and the pain is excruciating. Had it been in other areas of the body such as the hands or the legs or maybe the shoulder I wouldn’t have complained a wee bit. However, I would have equally complained, had the boil made its place beneath my nose (this area too is extremely sensitive), or on my face, I fear it would damage the handsomeness of my precious face ( ha! – that’s a joke).

I’m not sure if any of these diseases and infections got anything to do with winter, but, since, all these have been making my life miserable in this season of the year, I have no choice but to curse this season, at least this time. Even a little pain in this season seems unbearable. But, I’m pretty sure, married couple or newly wedded couple would prefer winter than summer. I still have enough time for it, I guess.

Today is our Republic Day (that is the 26^th January, here in India). The secondary school near my house has organized a function. I can hear the loud music coming out of the speakers. I can also feel the vibration that is produced by the dancers stamping on the wooden stage (wooden? Yes, that’s what my brother told me, and I gladly believe him, as he had been to the function a little earlier). But I cannot go out and be a part of the celebration; I’m homebound, as for now. I have become so weak that I can’t even walk to and fro. I can just sit in the chair, that too, turning more towards the left side. Why? Because of the damn boil! Oh, this small swollen thing has made my life pathetic. Anyway, I hope everything will be fine soon.

Day 26.365 - Republic Day (India) — Day 26.365 – Republic Day (India) (Photo credit: Akshay Shah)

Happy Republic Day to all fellow citizens of India!

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See Ya, Soon!

September 21, 2012 Ramu Das 11 Comments

The rain hasn’t ceased to fall

Even just a little while ago

As I looked out of the window

Thought I must write to you all

Write to you of the incessant rain,

And the flattering butterfly that approaches me.

Share must I, my joy and pain.

And from all bondage set myself free.

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Well, hello my dear friends! How are you all?

Ever since I started blogging (it’s seven months now) I find my learning curve is always going up, with that, I think, I’m slowly improving. And what can be more rewarding than this! The sole purpose why I’m into blogging is because I want to learn and improve myself (it’s not a crime to improve oneself, is it?). Learning never ends, the more we learn the more there is to learn, no matter how learned we are, we must keep learning.

I’m thankful to all my fellow-bloggers who have taken their time out from their busy life and liked and commented on my post. Yes, I’m thankful only to those, who have commented and liked my post, the rest, I don’t bother. You see, I’m selfish.

Anyway, I want to let you know that I’ll be away from blogosphere till the first week of November. Well, it’s time I should immerse myself into my studies, no matter how damn boring the curriculum is, and the subjects are. Cruel Mumbai University has already fixed the dates for eggjams of the management course; unfortunately, I’m a student of management. The thing is that if I sit in front of my computer, I forget everything else, and it always amazes me how time slips away when I do that. Now, I’ll have to force into my head all those jargons and difficult words and terms which the professors have so easily written on the blackboard sometime ago — which I vaguely remember — to keep my head and my parent’s heads from hanging down in disgust, shame, and repulsion. As they say, when the going gets tough, the tough gets going!

I’ll write more, and most importantly read all of your wonderful posts when I come back. Till then everybody take good care of your body. But, remember, even if you want to look good and be like a superstar, you don’t have to use too much of cosmetics, nor do you need to do any kind of surgeries like our film stars, and you don’t even need to sing or give an album’s name something like ‘Boyfriend’ just to prove that you’re a boy which our Justin lady Bieber did, nor do you need to gaga about your cloths like our Masculine Lady Gaga.

You are good-looking and this feeling should come from within, take for an example, no one ever said that I look smart or handsome, but I feel, I am.

Did you believe that?

That was a joke!

Will be back in the first week of November, bye for now!

Poems

She Comes Back To Me Again

August 16, 2012 Ramu Das 5 Comments

Here Comes the Pain (song) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A valueless man I’m, and pity it is that often my ways I cannot mend
But, singing and running, to embrace me in her arms, here she comes back to me again
Never a man of character was I to her, and found no place in her list of a loving friend
Perhaps she has known that I’m used to swallowing my own sorrow and pain

Happy, I’m. Boy oh boy!
But, doesn’t to her, my attitude any longer annoy?

Oh, she holds me closer and kisses my lips, cheeks, and ears!
What has she seen in me all of a sudden?
Mumbles words akin to sweet music; hope this time around she doesn’t bring me tears.
Oh, Surprise me her gesture! What intention hidden?