Wish it happens.

I wish it really happens when I start,
That I can find my freedom path;
Tearing away at all the obstacles,
I can choose what I want in my cart.

I wish it really happens in love,
That I find and hold you every night ;
Because that would lighten the day,
And energize me for the next fight.

I wish it really happens in work,
That people love what they do;
As enjoying is the best productivity,
And that progresses a company too.

I wish it really happens all the time,
That we can do things for society;
While earning our share of profit,
We can help each other for free.

I wish it really happens with the new tech,
That we explore much farther than Earth;
For, to expand and grow is humans nature,
And that’s what makes living life worth.

I wish it really happens so we can acquire,
That thing that we have been searching for;
Whether it’s knowledge about the universe,
Or the deep understanding of our soul.

I wish it really happens for sure,
That these aren’t just imaginations;
That we put up with all of it and more,
I wish it really happens across nations.

Happy Independence Day!

73 years of Independence it is,
Oh what a long way we have come;
From nothing but $30 billion gdp,
To a wish for a massive $5 trillion.

Such eventful timeline India has seen,
With its share of highs and lows;
Yet soldiers give it all at the borders;
And only in front of the flag, they bow.

If you consider the current times,
Take a look at what the doctors do;
Sacrificing their sleep and wellbeing,
And giving innocent citizens life anew.

You go out on a Sunday or a holiday,
There are workers completing their tasks;
Cleaning the street, emptying the bins;
And as security watching out, while we rest.

How about the National team players,
Whether it is cricket, soccer or hockey;
They all have training every single day,
And a wish to earn medals for the country.

There are private businesses as well,
Driven by a goal to earn money;
What they do also adds to the gdp,
And pay tax to improve India’s property.

Utilities companies are also in the list,
People keep it working even on days off;
Because that is the lifeline for the citizens,
And the heart that never stops beating.

All of these, and yet so much more,
Some are right in front of your eyes;
While some are hidden in the back,
And are making your life without cries.

We have come a long way, still lots to improve,
Whether in infrastructure or in education;
We need to clean up the mess that is there;
With all voices, let’s make ‘India’ echo again.

– Siddarth

A small note

Understand that every passing day,
I feel a surge in the wish to meet;
Until now who was an amazing person,
I figured, changed into my heart beat.

– Siddarth

About me. And you.

There is this thing about life,
I wanted to share with you.

In the presence of those beautiful eyes,
I can’t stray away from your soul.

Within the shield of your calming vibe,
I feel I can conquer everyone around.

With the presence of your sweet voice,
I feel as if I am cloud 9 bound.

So be mine, because you make me drive,
And fill the world with our sound.

Unconditional.

The night sky makes the stars shine,
And yet the real reason is the sun;
Similarly, joy, sad and pain make life,
But the real reason to survive is one.
You.

– Siddarth

Loving an object.

Isn’t it easier to love an object,
Than to love another person,
Because whatever happens,
The object won’t say a thing,
Nor would it complain for emotions,
And yet, it won’t say what’s in it’s heart,
Or what it went through during the days.

But isn’t it easier to love an object,
One which is much easier to chase,
As it doesn’t walk away from you,
Nor would it do anything to frustrate,
And yet thinking back I go realize,
That it won’t make you smile or cry,
It will be there just like you want it to.

So then why not love the object,
It will remain there forever in time,
Whether you are angry or sad,
Or you feel happiness or joy,
It will always stand their firmly,
Without blinking an eye or dropping a sweat,
Just like the senseless fool it’s supposed to be.

But then how can I love the object,
When I know that it can’t reciprocate,
Knowing full well that it can’t even try,
And help me talk out when I am annoyed,
But how would it know if I do exist,
And how would it even remember me,
After I leave this world but not the moments.

– Siddarth

A way.

If there was a way,
To hug you so tightly,
With a genuine heart,
And kiss your head lightly.

If there was a way,
To ask you out politely,
As my chest tightened,
While I waited a reply wisely.

If… there was a way,
To look at you nightly,
Calming the storm inside,
Because you make me lively.

If there was a way,
To do all of that timely,
And win your heart,
That’s what I want, precisely.

– Siddarth

You. An art.

If they could just show appreciation,
From the depth of their heart;
For the things that are done,
Rather than blaming for being apart;
And focus on understanding the other,
Hitting the right notes from the start;
That would be a wonderful thing,
And the actual partner’s part;
Because ..at the end of the day,
You. This moment. That smile is an art.

– Siddarth

The Night.

This night, it’s just beautiful,
Filled with all the silence;
You hear the sound of heartbeat,
Or the rattle of your soul’s fence.

You pour out your thoughts,
Examine your days content;
What was right or what went wrong,
Pushing hard to earn each cent.

And then nights are full of emotions,
A moment to talk to someone you like;
Because at this time all you hear,
Is the genuine words, not a disguise.

Often, people stay up to wish others,
Whether it’s a birthday or anniversary;
Or even the beginning of a new year,
Or ‘Incidents’ when people end up married.

Some use the night to study, or work,
These are the ones that try harder;
The ones who want to change the world,
And dream about that successful startup.

While there are some who just sleep,
Exhausted from their day’s chores;
They look for the opportunity to lay in bed,
And forget the
numerous daytime lores.

But night is young as well,
For people who want it to be;
Or they binge watch that series,
Netflix and chill is better for me.

Yet, night is full of darkness,
Often portrayed by scaring scenes;
Because anything can happen then,
Incidents caused when you are too keen.

This, and so much more is the night,
Coming and going every single day;
So which night was it for you yesterday?
And which one are you wishing for today?
😉

– Siddarth

Change

Everyone I see has a story,
Whether big ones or small;
Some are lost in the way of life,
And some enjoy with us all.

So I met a person, who is the latter,
While I live being the former;
A person who enjoys helping,
And one who speaks up for the right.

I would rather stay away from this,
People are an annoyance, fake shine;
But when you look at this person,
You can’t stop changing this time.

Someone who gives, and donates,
Tries his best to work all year round;
Yet more interested he is to share,
All the rewards with people around.

I wonder if that’s how it is,
Is it something I can easily do;
Because the smiles and wishes,
Always multiplies happiness by two.

Thinking this, and much more,
A little lost though with a goal;
I go around all the time, and,
Write the perfect poem for my soul.