Maggi aint just name of a noodle

Like the glow of a stemming fire, litting up my hungered maze
Blooming like the lotus in a pond , a Lazy loafers all time graze
The Memoirs of comin back after tuition,and of school in autumn haze
Nostalgia of a long lost roommate , rekindling the college days
                   - What would I do without you,"Nestle" Maggi ??

When the evening dawns

When the evening shrouds the light
The rays of the moon glitters the night
When the birds flock back in a far off height
I get reminded of a distant time


 The inquiring mind comes to term with life
 The exhausted soul engulfed in some mysterious strife
Nostalgia pricks me, with the likes of a knife
My eyes drain out, with tears rife

It happens often,when the evening shrouds the light
That I get reminded of a distant time


One fine noon,a gush of wind blows
The heaven opens its gate, and torrential rain flows
The odour of the soil catch me very close
And in the boisterous sky, radiant lightning glows

And While I gaze at the  thunder in the sky
To a distant land does my mind fly.

The autumn mornings arrive, with its foggy haze
The sweet fragrance of roses, strewn in the nature's raze
Flying my mind back to  those juvenile days
The walk in the eveninigs in the street lamp rays

My emotions dismay me now  ,like the lost fragrance of the rose
The fog becoming tears, through my eye it flows.

It happens often,when the evening shrouds the light
That I get reminded of a distant time

Sulagna Sharma...such is life!!!

The Gorgeous Sulagna Sharma of Bhayender,Mumbai
Of Late, Have you been fine ?
Guess you fairly know by now
You are the lone one who makes my tounge tied

The prime time news makes my mind meander
Society on the verge of a civil strife
Wonder if perpetual peace at the sea would last
Lest the twinkling stars rage with vigorous rife.

Sulagna, the bird in me is anxious to hover
To fish in the pond of your pride
Scavenging through the mystic mesmerizing traits
Picking up the arrogance to keep it by my side

To clean  up the muddled clothes of my heart
Giving coherance to the intriguing debates
Like the waves splashing all over
The calmness preluding , as its bait

Whats do you like more - Breezer or Chocolate Devil ?
Who do you like more - Metallica or Linking park ?
Poverty in my nation is like the Taimurs sword
And you , for me,  the illuminating light in the dark

Coz Even if this nation has world's largest child labour force
Poverty, Malnourishment - A mess galore
You are like the history we rave about all day
With very little facts , and whole lot folklore

Have you heard of the fortress called Bastille ?
Of the birth of Democracy , of the third estate's thwart ?
Of La Marseillaise, and bare foot peasents
Fighting an empire with blood laden heart

Hope, therby, is the essence of all beginning
Of love , of change , of all human rupture
Even the carefree, jovial outlook towards misery
And optimism of a painfree departure

One day even you would depart
First from my life, and slowly from my mind
Only to re-emerge in the days of yore
With unscatched nostalgia - of a charming kind.

And me , I would probably get back to the tabboo's rife
Settle, indulge, and then crib about the society's strife
Yearning for more, with little botheration
Cant help it , such is life !!!

(Sulagna Sharma , in here is a fictonal imaginary character.The poem is a renidition of quite a few inspirations that I have had so far . )