Demons of The Mind

Demons of The Mind!

Looking at the bright blue sky I feel

Life is a rather leech like ordeal

When was it, my fate God sealed?

With whom did he make this rather strange deal?

With the burden of sorrow, rather low I kneel.

Looking at these roads which never end

It's a glee whenever they offer an unexpected bend

The distance always grows by furlongs, my friend

On these streets, rolling was I sent

My fate, it is I often seek to mend.

Among the clouds, shapes I often trace,

At night, among the constellations, rather like my face

Lost am I, in the world's wide maze

The frown,I find, even in my shoe lace

Why? Oh! Why? Do I feel the daze?

Your highness, up there, do you ever see down?

Do you ever think about the people, in misery, drowned?

Alone in a corner these folks are found

An unexpected joy for me, when friends surround

Yet, so often, I remain buried under the ground.

Craziness, of life, the things it makes you say,

Things surprising, It can never happen in the dream of day

Dilemma astounds, left to right the mind sways,

The murky past and the invisible future,all so gray,

These demons of the mind however my friend,

Are always born to be slayed.

Shubham Chattopadhyay

Slow Down!

SLOW DOWN

Ahoy! There mate!

You seem to make a lot of haste

It may seem just a play of fate

Do not let it all go to waste!

Run Just Run

The world is full of fun

Of which you know none

Do indulge in humor and pun!

You are afraid of scorn

And perceive it as a thorn

You get up every single morn

Worry,hurry and forget your bowl of corn!

Its time to stop thee

With delight and glee

Look back at the huge tree

And learn to fly like the birds who are free!

Vacation and rest

Bring you to the zenith of your quest

The world's a big wild fest

Lest you believe the rest is a test

But trust me, it's only for the best

Once in a while you've got to slow down

Completely remove the crease and the frown

Wear a big shiny smile like a golden crown

and never again will you look back down!

Shubham Chattopadhyay

The Fall of a Kingdom!

The Fall of a Kingdom

There was once a time,

When I was king,

And the world was mine.

The twangs of bows and arrows,

Made disappear,

All my sorrows.

I lived and unhesitatingly lied,

To win over the people,

Whose hearts were mystified.

I was revered by the very Nature and Earth,

The wood from its best trees,

warmed during winter,

My chaste hearth.

My court was large and titanic,

With learned people from far and wide,

It appeared beautiful and majestic.

Songs of my courage and valour were sung,

By minstrels and bards,

And the village children carrying dung.

Mighty I was, also proud and vain,

Was looked up to by my peers,

With respect and hidden disdain.

Thus I ruled for a few years,

But,for an incident,

Which turned around my fears.

My castle was set on fire,

By enemies, and foes,

Who immediately bore the crucible of my ire.

However,I came back home only to find,

My dear ones burnt,

To ashes,to ashes,

Me,left alone physically and in mind.

By overbearing grief,I was overtaken,

My jesters and ministers,

At this worried and shaken,

My kingdom cried at my plight,

But their suffering was by no means like mine,

It was,as though,my soul

To the Devil,had taken flight.

On that very day,I lost all aggression,

In front of an empire,I swore,

Never to touch another weapon.

In a few days I had aged,

So many decades,I feared,

I would die in this misery, completely caged.

I watched everything disinterested,

While my kingdom fell,

To mutiny and invasion,

That was the chance for which some had waited,

Me?What would I do caught in this wild dream?

Everything was a haze,

Besides watching my family scream.

I was simply good for nothing,

I wondered,after all,

was life worth living?

I went to my room,

On the day my enemies charged the citadel,In full battle ware,

Looked at myself in the mirror,

Drew out my gleaming sword,which,

For others had always spelt doom,

Passed it right through my heart,

Which was to say completely bare.

There was once a time,

When I was king,

And the world was mine!

-Shubham Chattopadhyay

Indian Politics

This might seem a little outdated.But that's because it was written sometime back.Happy reading!

Indian Politics

Indian Politics, a state of the art scum

It makes democracy an intended pun

With politicians beating their own drums

We need Andre to shoot 'em down with a gun

The green hand commands little respect at the centre

The Silent One at the helm, brandishing a Walther

Sonia and Rahul, go around creating a banter,

Hoping Kapil,Pranab,PC would never really falter!

Very up north, the militants create havoc

Omar and his dad desperately need Captain Haddock

In Punjab the Akalis pray to Mata Hari

Hoping their Gdp goes right up the gulley

Rajasthan and Maharashtra changed leaders in a haste

The Gujjars of the sands made Vasundhara look waste

Underworld and Kasab made Mumbai literally paste

Recovery is on, lets just hope for the best!

Sheila in Delhi, did make a little mistake

When the CW games were very much at stake

Maya in UP, is apparently fake

Benefits of her stay the reserved classes did take

Bengal has a big story of its own

After 37 years, the communists, people disowned

Didi came home, to find the vault empty

To Pranab did she beg for money in a jiffy

For Andhra, it was, shambles all the way

With YSR gone, the Telengana movement gained sway

In Assam and Kerala, power changes hands every term

True sign of democracy,people should learn to be firm

The Tamils, in the past few years, had a lot of woes

The people in power, really broke a lot of vows

MK went out, his daughter in jail

To grab his post, old Amma did not fail

The Orange Brigade,grew in the West

Gujrat saw Modi's leadership at its best!

The case of Ayodhya formed the news crest

However Modi for PM, BJP did not jest!

Karnataka however ruled the roost

Yeddy, at first, was a big boost

Hegde fought and fought and brought him down

Kumaraswamy, a dullard, still aims for the crown

Sadananda Gowda, then entered the ditch

While SM Krishna ended up reading the Portuguese FM's speech!

Hirani Khar gained a fat lot of attention

She did make a few drop their decisions

Made Krishna adjust his wig 15 times in tension

And favored among the nations, their cricketing relations

On India,corruption took its utmost toll

Raja, Radia, Kalmadi, Amar, tried to be King Cole!

Looking at this Anna took a astand

Arvind,Kiran and the people of India lent their hands

The crazy Baba's acts of yoga in Ramlila were thwarted

To Haridwar,in a salwar, by the police was he carted

The future of India at this stage looks bleak

The reps at the centre shouldn't act like freaks

We may have to build it back brick by brick

But, we The People OF India, solemnly swear never to fall for cheap tricks!

Shubham Chattopadhyay

The Girl By The Highway!

The Girl by the Highway

There she was,
Her mind at work,
Evading sulky gloom.

And she sat,
On the dandy sand,
Behind,the forest bloomed.

With blue jeans on,
And a jumper bright,
What would you assume?

There played on,
A cacophony of birds,
The hawk in the sky did croon.

Clear was the sky,
The blue, evening sky,
Waiting for the moon.

Oh what was the girl doing there?
Her thoughts over her head,
A rather big balloon!



- Shubham Chattopadhyay

Just Another Bad Day

Just Another Bad Day

I just had a bad day

It made me sad in a way

From dawn to dusk, all plans went astray

At one time all seemed gray

And I had a very bad day!

It started with the dawn

When I left to go yon

I went about quite like the don

Little did I know what was on

There went my morn

And then it was noon

I felt like a blithering fool

A bath made me a bit cool

All afternoon did I drool

For I felt as bad as a goon

Dear evening came by

With it came a house fly

Which absolutely went all awry

The worst news was yet to fly

An invitation that would make all cry

Along came the night

Chief trudged home with all his might

He hardly found the letter very bright

the situation gave me a huge fright

I had to wish sleep Adios! And Good night!

I just had a bad day

A day where all seemed gray

It was hardly delicious food on a tray

Every joy was on the fray

And I had a really bad day !

-Shubham Chattopadhyay

Those Old Lanes

Our Old Lanes

We leave behind these lanes

Where we didn't ,happiness, feign

From now, catch away bound trains

And some in the future their speedy planes

We leave behind these lanes

In a corner among the classroom,bound

We lived, forever happy and sound

Hope someday we turn around

To remember all the sheer joy we found

Among the classroom bound

Where the mind knew no fear

Where every single inch seemed dear

In some cheeks flow a solitary tear

To recount all the wonderful cheer

The mind revelled without fear

With friendships built and cemented

None were seriously hated

Besides some teachers who created

A hard life for the ill fated

Through all this we fretted

But the bonds remained well plated

As we face these places again we see

Our youngerselves, so carefree

Now we grow away like a branched tree

Some free, some absolutely crazy

Those places again we see

We leave behind these lanes

Stay connected with a few friends

People follow their very own trends

Their careers they seek to mend

So empty seem those lanes!

-Shubham Chattopadhyay