The Mobile Phone.....

Ensuring everybody woke up on time , was a part of my daily routine.

Till one fine day I was fired as the Mobile Phone made its way into the scene.

While everyone got busy with their new found gadget.
My alarms kept on buzzing alone in the store room's closet.

Next to join me was my good friend Football and the Sporting Kits ,
As the children now gained pleasure in exercising their finger tips.

I next warmly embraced the DVD player and Radio Set in my Company.
As the mesmerising mobile left no scope for others to exist in symphony.

The romance of the photo rolls and camera slowly faded out,
As crisp and clear images on the mobile got rolled out.

One day I was shocked to see the TV remote as the latest casualty ,
He sobbingly explained Evil Mobile's  advancement into the one stop commodity

Earlier my ticking sound got subdued in the house by the laughs and emotions.
But now it gained prominence as the Mobile did dry out the conversations.

The vision of "Connecting People" inspired the Mobile Phone's invention.
The farthest did get closer , while people around struggle to gain attention.

- Abhishek Singh

The poem is a satirical insight as to how the  mobile phone made us forget the things we couldn't imagine our lives without. The alarm clock describes it's pain as it was the first victim of the Mobile Revolution.

One more step .......

When all doors of opportunity seem to be closed firmly ,

Step back a little but strike again , even more sternly.

When people around you don't seem to respond ,
Look upto the mirror's reflection for strength to go beyond.

When your self satisfaction is reduced to a brink ,
Follow your heart blindly , ignoring what people might think.

When luck seems to have all but turned it's face ,
Be positive and sustain your efforts with all thy grace.

Your fearless attitude is the only way to get out of despair ,
Remember as a child you laughed off even when thrown up in the air .

When quitting seems to be the inevitable solution ,
Take the forward step as you were born to be an  inspiration.

By -
Abhishek Singh

A Train Journey ………

The journey chugs off with the Engine’s iconic whistle,
The train then heavy heartedly leaves behind the platform’s hustle & jostle.

The rhythmic sound of tracks & the mesmerizing smell of air serves as a refresher,

With the serpent not just connecting two points on the map but different cultures.
 

Every station en-route brings onboard exciting individuals & local delicacy,

While the person adjacent to the window continues to flaunt in an air of supremacy.
 

The TTE scrambles across to color up his sheets, with a detective sight,

While the waitlisted passengers turn him as the center of attention, as on his wedding night.
 

Through their innovative jingles, you get greeted by the ubiquitous Tea seller,

But the first sip makes you ponder whether India really is Milk & Sugar’s leading producer?

The vendor marketing his tea as worse amongst the worst is unexpectedly the best seller,

It gives us an answer to how tainted politicians often turn up as excellent vote grossers.
 

Some people are always busy discussing if the train can make up for the lost time?

While some keep on munching food from their magic box until the clock turns nine.

 

Every journey here is itself an experience for both the opulent & simple,
With the Indian Railways humbly bringing closer, a nation of over a billion people.




Love
Abhishek Singh




A tribute to the world's fourth largest rail network - The India Railways

Struggles of an Air Conditioner………..

The persevering efforts of Wills H. Carrier brought me into this beautiful planet Earth,

Having made to the top ten innovations of the century, I too have highlighted made my presence’s worth.

Being born fat & bulky, I was limited to common peoples preaches & fantasies,

But with my dedicated efforts, I soon transformed into every household’s topmost necessities.

Once my supreme presence in the neighborhood, imparted me the status of an eminent race,

But today now I have to jostle hard with my brothers for a convenient Eave Space.

Once I enjoyed a luxurious life, with quarter-hour breaks in between each duty cycle width,

But now few minutes of unintentional leisure, invites slaps to my baby (read remote), with him gasping for breath.

Earlier the ubiquitous green jungles, allowed me intake fresh air with a soothing sensation,

But now, their man made concrete replacements, helps to choke my lungs with dirt & pollution.

I have turned more than twice as Energy Efficient than what I was two decades ago,

But humans still remain callous towards Energy conservation, turning my efforts as futile in just one go.

My parents brought me up preaching about compensating for their unholy role in Ozone layer depletion,

Sorry would they now be seeing humans develop new methods in rocketing towards environment destruction.

I am forced to be present in every possible facet involving human interface,

But I am too small an individual to compensate for the rising global temperature menace.

I have devotedly contributed my whole life towards the betterment of the Human civilization,

And now humans need to act swiftly in their duty towards Plant’s perpetuation.

Love

Abhishek Singh

It’s high time developed as well as developing countries realize that if the current rate of CO2 emission is continued, then as we had to move from Conventional/Natural Cooling to HVAC systems as a necessity. Similarly portable Air Conditioner for every person as a possibility in the future cannot be ruled out.

Along with it ,  many major cities of the world face looming threat of getting drowned with the rising water level in the oceans.  

A Light Bulb

As soon as I was discovered by Sir Edison & then turned ON ,
A new era in human civilization was born.

I started my journey as a stupendous being ,
But now I have become the most ubiquitous thing.

The isolated stretch without my presence turn into "Office" for the goons ,
While I act as the lone source of confidence to a traveler walking under the moon.

People in the city have totally Nonchalant attitude towards me ,
While still in the villages , I am no less than a Bollywood celebrity.

My mere faint glow in a small cottage puts to delight , faces of many a people ,
But to entertain & amuse others in a disco , I have to constantly dance & wobble.

I may vary in shapes & designs according to different sections of the society ,
But i am equally faithful to my master in bid to ward off any adversity.

People expect me to carry out my duties for an entire lifetime ,
But they never remember to terminate my services even during daytime.

The mighty ships & trains do not move ahead without taking my permission ,
Even the heavenly air-crafts touch the ground under my strict supervision.

While I remain stable in occasions of both prosperity and disaster ,
Only my color shades change as per emotional situation around my master.

Relatives have their heart in the mouth , as long as I glow at operation theatre entrance atop ,
While my Beacon avatar has got the power to put the most busiest places to a Stop.

I am the sole one who has observed every facet of human life ,
Saw the affectionate love of Parents , witnessed the sweet quarrels between husband and wife.

I hereby resolve to be awake and glowing with zeal in heart till that holy day ,
When peace surrounds us all and evils to the human and nature are put to bay.

When like me people stop discriminating on grounds of caste or creed ,
And politicians work devotedly without spreading hatred and greed.

Love
Abhishek Singh

The feelings of light bulb are expressed above in form of a poem.

A Filmy Love Isstory............

A Love Story................

 

She peeked at me, out of her window every day,

As on the way to tuitions, her house was on the way.

 

She thought that I did not notice her,

But my heart was struck, since the day I first saw her.

 

And this went on for days and weeks,

Till we finally got the chance to speak.

 

We first met at the Grocer’s store,

Where she was bargaining hard to get some more.

 

She shied off, noticing I was there,

And started biting her nails in despair.

 

I then politely greeted her,

And she replied back almost as a murmur.

 

Her modest smile enhanced her beauty,

And her shy behaviour, greeted her modesty.

 

And just another day in between our talks,

I asked her out in the garden, for a walk.

 

I had courage mustered up to propose to her in that meet,

But the news of her departure made me retreat.

 

She said that she was leaving the city,

And I stood still in a state of pity.

 

I then dropped her home and bid her goodbye,

But it wasn’t easy to hold back the tears in the eyes.

 

And then on till the day of her departure,

I committed to myself that I wouldn’t ever see her.

 

But these commitments turned out to be fake,

As my love and feelings were put at stake.

 

I walked up to her house, to confess to her about my state,

Only to realize that I was a bit too late.

 

I saw her moving away in a car,

Which i chased till it went too far.

 

Having completed my studies, I landed up in a job,

But still her thoughts, made the heart to sob

 

Then one day came up a marriage proposal,

Which I had to accept at my parents’ disposal.

 

And then came the most important day of my life,

I wished that the girl of my dreams was by my side.

 

And as I was seated for the marriage rituals,

A beautiful girl walked up by my side.

 

My would be wife then murmured in my ear,

That you should have run faster that day, my dear.

 

I started to have feelings as hero of a crap bollywood movie ,

With “Sim - Ran” by my side in full bonhomie.

 

But the story here was a bit too unique and with no pitfalls, 

No Villians , no running after train , no excitement at all .

 

As I took “Simran’s” palm in my hands , I had goosebumps & soothing sensations,

But my Samsung Phone soon made me realize its  magnitude  of Morning Alarm Vibrations.

 

Love

Abhishek Singh

THE FIRST MISTAKE …..

My birth moment brought about a dynamic change in my relatives’ expressions,

The atmosphere got transformed from anticipation to frustration.

My initial expressions matched that of each of my relative in the Hospital’s dorm,

The lone one to cry in joy was none other than my mom.

During childhood, people in my locality nurtured me with love & care

But now that I’ve grown mature, I get scared even by their stares.

I’ve now got acquainted with the position of each of the sewage drain in the locality,

But the newspaper gave me light, about the change of lampposts, by the municipality.

The first time I had left home, for pursuing my higher education,

My mother acted sternly that day, in defiance to hide her expressions.

That day, her rolling tears, appeared to move faster than the speed of the train,

And they soon turned uncontrollable as the monsoon rains.

Thereafter she called me several times a day, with conversations not so detailed,

More than her love for me, it was her sense of fear that prevailed.

Before entering into the sacred marriage relationship,

My would-be husband had to be weighed down on a scale of material possession ship.

They say that father gets relieved at the marriage of his daughter,

But the debt he was now under was justly equivalent to his slaughter.

Looking back at life, each moment of it was at other’s stake,

Forcing me to recollect what was My First Mistake?

LOVE

Abhishek Singh

The First Mistake, more than a poem, is a question put forward to the society, by a modern day girl, who just wants an explanation to few of her questions. She wishes to know that whether she made her gravest mistake by adapting to a number of relationships: daughter, wife or mother, and more than that, dotting each relationship with her utmost love & dedication.

Still today in the 21^st century, birth of a girl child, is not welcomed in most of Indian Households. Here the narrator worries about her First Mistake, but the society needs to worry about its mistaken mindset, before it’s too late.