Thursday, September 21, 2017

THE JOURNEY' from 50ps to 500Rs

At this phase in my life I feel I have learnt an important lesson that I hoped to learn- the value of money. I believe life is a great teacher. When I was 20, I earned 500 bucks through hard work and dedication; The feeling is different when we earn it, and when we receive it from others; and the feeling of being independent and to also to be able to support my family somewhere somehow. For me, this achievement is like a milestone in my life.
I am an undergraduate, still making my way through the social ladder. I tried working in different work set-ups but never completely satisfied. The sad plight in India is that you need a minimum undergrad degree to work in well established companies. Working while studying is rarely encouraged here. No sooner did I have an insight than did the thought of establishing a small film production of my own, occur to me, one day. Today, I keep this as my success dream, the ray of hope I want to achieve and I know I will achieve it, one day. I am proud to express that my source of inspiration comes from a man who is an epitome of hard work and dedication, who lives a life of simplicity, who faces the storms of life with a certain, unexplainable clam. Overall he is a person who has embraced success and hardships that life had to offer with humility, that I specially find laudable. This man is none other than my DAD . I still remember those times when he would give us 50 Paisa to my brother and me as our pocket money. That 50 Paisa felt like thousands of rupees to us! Maybe that was the onset of the lesson on the value of money.

P.S: People who called me a “loser” are still being dependent, not valuing the value of money.
So my humble request is: don't just call people names for the heck of it! You never know what they are going through or what their future might turn out to be.
The real loser is one who does not dream - ‘The Dream of Success’ and the thirst to achieve it with a pinch of the morals of life. 

Saturday, February 11, 2017

The Converging Eyes

                     The Converging Eyes

Day by day the intensity grows
Towards those eyes;
I dream all the time,
Those eyes reading my poem.
There is a joy in the Eyes
As they Converge with mine
Reading my thoughts.

The engaging eyes ask; "why Me?
Is it so inspiring?
'Yes' answered 'I"
It's unique to me;
I never tire writing about your eyes.
Did a glee of thankfulness in those eyes?

I continued to traverse in the wonderland
Of those enticing eyes,
As I roamed, those magical eyes hid other pictures, I see those attractive eyes,
Even when my eyes are closed.
In my sleep they make me smile.

Well!

My lucky number is 5
'E' the fifth in alphabet series
Denotes to me, those Enticing eyes.
The poem may end here
But description flows...........

-Sumith

Friday, January 6, 2017

The Enticing eyes


Those eyes stirred my feelings,
I travelled into the wonderland;
I smiled.
The large eyes that hide her face,
Snatched my sleep; in pensive mood,
Those eyes console me, even,
As I slide slowly, into the land of beautiful thoughts.

My happiness, I realize lies in those eyes.
I feel unlucky; those eyes are not near me.
The day I miss the college,
I miss the beauty of life.
I ponder about this attraction; not unusual
In my age when there are thousands around.
I wish those eyes had wings to fly to me!
Words fail to describe those marvelous eyes
That drags me to an imaginary land.
They need no comparison;
They are one and only in this beautiful world.
Those eyes distract me.
I know I'm 20, remove that zero
And that 2 denotes those two magical eyes
That is now mine.
They take me to that wonderland!!

-Sumith

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