my pen does flow alas only so,
the beauty that lies in the eyes,
sad to say everyone here is blind.

With one to sit idle at home, worst yet is to look busy when work is
unknown,

I sit hour after hour, hoping to use my brain ,
when all doors close,i resort to my pen ,
the ink then does flow,

to yoy frind i write I say, as pain in my body is still there,
the brain that urges a challenge worthy of me,
but to look foolish for the benefit of thee.

to you I write my friend as i can see, that life has a total different
meaning.
a cause that i search , a .life to live
freedom of my soul,
in any way..

yet bound i am to thsi place, bearing down on my soul and all there is,
I cry in pain , a silent tear,
that fall without a sound,

I yearn to see the sun shining, when i can run , scream and jump in joy ,
when i can take time to smell the flowers.
when i may lifet my pen, when i may paint from morning till the end,

when i fell that my brain is tickeled, in teh way it laughs,
the failure then would be sweet too, but alas, it is not there
only a silent yearnming that remains,

to you only my friend i share,
the thought that mind and biody both live
in harmony they should healthy too,
but with one giving me pain te other too joins it as a twin,

and if this is the way then dare isay ,
i will be there to see the ship go ,
beyound the younder where the lighthouse beckons ,

on the otherside of the river bid you farewell, for a good journey,

to you only my friend i share ,
that untill dawn i care , and the sun will shine
i need to smell it all
but with only all my might.

like the wind,
i went my way,
the trees that stood, simply swayed,
the fields i entered , quivered a little,
the brooks, simply played.

like the wind , i simply went my way.
the fire the blew, grew stronger amidst me,
the warm glow within me was true,

the snow that swept , clean away,

I wait patiently for someone to tell,
The way I go, stopped by none,
My soul that searches , for that one,
for I no longer can change.
the truth , the honesty , the way of the wold,

and there i stand amongst the many
far from the truth , as people do follow,
I stand and stare for simply that one.

for alone I stood a long time now,
A force to come and mend the pain

for one to yet nugde me on.
not to change in any way

The wind that blow tells a tale,
I wisper and it conveys.

a wind that blows everywhere.

a wind that blows everywhere

b>b>Woods are lonely dark & deep
and miles to go before i sleep
and miles to go before i sleep- Robert Miles

with company directive to cover atleast 150 km as a sales campaigne in wild wild haryana village side in a gulf War vetren tata Sumo with an election style loudspeaker an ensembled road theatre of a car battery an VCD player , 21 inch colour TV. the jaggurnut keeps rolling.The resoponse in enthusistic to least.

The Villages are full of people dark & DEEP
And 150 km to go and reports before i sleep
And 150 km to go and reports before i sleep - Amit Chaudhry

MY MUSINGS

The night’s chariot gone
& day arriving on a Monday morning

I wake up from deep slumber
With mind still in pervious day

With eyes wide shut & dreams still
Holding from behind
I walk to the mirror hanging on a
Veteran wall aside;

I stand before the mirror & see
a face unknown
this face was of envy & greed
of self pity & low self esteem;
This wasn’t me ,this was not
Supposed to be me;
It was a face of all bad things
I wanted to avoid;
But now I realized I was just the same.

The child in me revolted at the sight;
He could not held anybody responsible for his plight

TODAY I don’t blame sword of circumstances for my being;
I am what I made myself to be
I know it is only me to blame


this is one of the so called poem i wrote inspired by the atmosphere of WILD WILD HARYANA

This is the story of insanity over sanity; of rush of blood & disregard to personal safety. It all happened today when me a humble management trainee the lowest rung in chain of command was asked to go to FIELDS and do some" marketing" there. Well new to the ways of wild haryana I dragged myself after an eventful presentation to farmer about our "new & revolutionary " product (which was as Latin and Greek as to the farmer) we get down to some harmless banter. In the vent of things the farmer asked about my driving skills and I proudly boasted of even driving a road roller (truth). He threw a challenge " BHAI TU GHANA DRIVER BANE SAY TU MHARI BHAIS PE BETH KE DIKHAA". Without second thought I just nodded (I believe it was due to sleep) but it was taken to acceptance of challenge.

The next thing I remember was that I was on the buffalo. For people uninitiated buffalo do not have a "steering wheel" and no body has ever asked the "original manufacturer “ for a braking system in a buffalo. Well it has two pointed horns which can ACT I repeat CAN act as steering wheels. Another feature of this vehicle is its FUZZY LOGIC which decide wither the passenger is worthy for drive and weither only "shrug " of back will be enough.

To Put things in perspectives only LORD YAMA (god of death) has only registered vehicle owner in the world of this vehicle and even him is depicted standing by side of the vehicle rather driving it.

The only to start this vehicle is to kick with the shin of your boots on the side (civilized way) or alternatively JUST LIFT ITS TAIL (most effective way). Well I was not given the luxury of a prepared start and as a favor it was started and before I know I was holding its horns and clinging to its neck for my dear life. I know for sure this was my probably my last drive of buffalo or anything. The braking was non-existent and only prayer I had on my lip was “ NEVER GAIN”. With god’s grace and Buffalo’s generosity was thrown off into a place full of rice husk and I survived the “ DRIVE”



By the way this is a supposed to be a successful completion of the drive. Well the impact was made and I was made a hero a la Sylvester Stallone playing BUZKUSHI with afghan rebels in RAMBO III