Monday, October 21, 2013

Why - A Tragic Letter

WHY? (A tragic letter) - Nikhil Sarvankar



To,
My son,
Prison Cell no 118
Tihar Jail
New Delhi.

Dear Son,

Why did I feel so uneasy last night....
After your team's splendid win against Chennai's might.....
Why couldn't I sleep calm and tight...
I DONT KNOW..

Why did you not call us last night.....
After your Victory and your whole struggle and fight....
Your mother even though she din understand a thing about the game but about your win was so right ....
I DON'T KNOW..

Why son why??????

Why did I wake up early morning today
Even after being a resting day a sunday...
Why did I hear my phone's ringtone
After picking the call just to hear your voice in a hushed and sad tone.....

"Dadda, I am in trouble. I am arrested by delhi police because I have done something wrong"

I was approached by this guy who convinced me of being a wellwisher...
Who promised me he would get me out of my miser....
He slided a bag full of 50 lakh
And said after scoring 20 runs come to the pavilion back......
At that point I thought its a great way to earn BIG BUCK
But my destiny turned around and said BAD LUCK......
I always believed I would never get caught....
But the arrest has definitely changed my thought............

Why son why did you take the money
Did you think its all a bit more Funny???

All our heads Now lie in deep SHAME
After you have admitted the entire BLAME......
We always thought you have played the game with Fame......
But now it seems you have ruined your family's name......

For this shocking act of your I will never forgive you....
Even though gems like you were rare and few......

Now what will I tell to your mother when she hears all this.....
That you have given all her good teachings from your childhood A BIG MISS.....

Why have you not given me any other choice but to just cry alone today....
Before your horrific act didn't you think for once that your father will die of shame everyday.......

BUT NOW I KNOW........

There is not much left for you to do After you come out from jail.....
There is just one thing you can introspect that WHY DID YOU FAIL??????

I still and would always believe that you would let your past go behind and start NEW

BECAUSE GEMS LIKE YOU ARE STILLLLLLLL RARE AND FEW.................................

By your Dad
17th May 2013

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Zindagi -A struggle

Zindagi (a struggle) - By Nikhil Sarvankar. My first ever hindi poem
27 August 2013 at 15:40


Zindagi se itna kyu darte hai hum,
Ke shuruwaat se pehle hi nakaamyaabi ke dar se
dum todd dete hai hum...


 Kyu baar baar Logon ke salaah ka shor sunte hai hum,
ke khudke hi dil ki sacchi awaz bhi ansuni kar dete hai hum...


Itna kyu Bhatak te rehte hai hum dar badar hamesha chand sikko ke peeche,
Ke iss shahuurat bhari daud me kuchal di hai khushiya aur jazbaat paero taale neeche...


Jo bhavishya abhi bana hi nahi jo waqt abhi dekha hi nahi uski fikr me kyu hai hamara aaj hairaan,
Waqt ke kaante aur zindagi ka ye khel to hamesha se rahe hai maut ke hi mehmaan...


Aaj hi hame hai sajaana hamare aaj ka shamiyaana,
Kyuki jo hai vo aaj hai, kal ka khwaab to abhi baki hai aana...


 Purre taqat se puree junoon se purre dil se karna hai zindagi ke toofano ke liye khud ko bulaand itnaa ,
Ke har taqdeer se pehle khuda bandhe se khud puche...bataa teri kyaa hai razaa?


Aaj ke baad nahi darenge hum shuruwaat ke khauf se,
Kyuki shuruwaat ke aage hi haseen aant hai aur,
DAR KE AAGE HI SUNEHRI JEET HAI...

मुंबई