Act of Perfection : Dedicated to MBBS'05 batch

Being too good or being too bad,
Bothways people will have a problem with that,
Years and years have gone past,
They still believe I display an act.

Being afraid their evil will reveal,
Goodness is what they try to conceal,
And say "Ah! Its good to be a little nerdy,
Coz persons so good don't exist, I am telling you buddy."

They hate themselves, so they hate others,
Forgetting that we are all kins of one Father.
Impurities inside them can't wait to have an effect.
And they try to affect the persons "trying to be perfect".

I have tried and I have tried hard,
Even tried to make milk from curd,
You can change yourself you can't change the world,
Coz goodness comes from inside, not by few poetic words.

So let them move, let them move in "herd",
Coz its really an irreversible process to make "milk from curd",
I am not perfect and I don't want to be,
But I will try to approach perfection and one day you may see.

By:-
Dr. Pritesh

Love MCQ - Yeah, one half of the population do take it as a serious question !!!

Especially dedicated to people who consider love as a multiple choice question, to choose the best among few !!!! Ohhh come on !!!! Give it a break!!! Some people really do have a heart!! Females please do read it !!!! Especially dedicated to one of my female friends who really got awestruck by this stupid question :-

"Love everyone and the love gets back to you".
Do you really think its true ??
With a heart so big, bigger than the sky blue.
I make a start with the chosen few.

I made sure everyone gets their share,
Not a single person is deprived of the love and care,
Well the pieces of my heart never got their proper heir.
Now I think that not even a single piece is left there.

While searching within I asked my moth bitten heart,
"Why everyday I take away your part,
The very next day you make a new start ?
Only to be pierced by a new dart ?"

"Because, loving is not merely fun,
It follows the law of all or none,
Not to be done at the point of gun,
Just give a kick start, and let it be Autorun,
If the spark continues till destination,
He or she may be your chosen one.

Otherwise halt somewhere and go for different stations,
And give your good times a little appreciation,
Don't jump from option to option,
And rescue yourself with "friends" suggestion,
Coz that merely creates more and more confusion,
Moreover no one likes to be the product of calculated adoption,
My dear, love is not a Multiple Choice Question,
It is a complex mathematical situation,
Requiring balancing of divine equations,
Minimizing the voltage fluctuations,
And reaching the ultimate perfection.

I think I have answered all your questions."

By:-
Dr. Pritesh

Wait...?? No just don't !!!!!!

"Take me along", "take me along",
I heard a voice, "Take me along",
Sorry I can't, sorry I can't,
I can't stop to be point blank.

I may have to run and run so hard,
To prove and fetch the ones who have the bright cards,
I am no player and I will have to learn fast,
Before anyone again spells a cast.

Let me get into my groove and take the stride,
Coz there is nothing greater than honour and pride.
Let me meet you on my return trip,
And if you are still there, you may get a gift.

I will advise not to wait and just move on,
If we still meet at a crossroad, we can still catch on.

By:-
Dr.Pritesh

Thank You

Never before I felt saying it like that,
Don't know what makes me glad.
I wanna thank god for whatever I had,
And the time which was not that bad.

Thanks for the people whom I met at the right time,
And narrowing down my relations to the best of all time.
I thank you for the friends who dont understand me at all,
But can break anyone's head as if it was nothing but a glass bowl.
Some near some so far away that you tend to forget the route,
Yet connected by a jovial message sent at times when you really need to boot.


Special teachers who motivated me when I started doubting,
Tender words of their were like an enchanting.
People having "Unconditional faith" on me and my abilities,
Don't know if this "Capt. No Good" had done all his duties.

People coming up from nowhere as if it was a bolt from the blue,
Only to stay to make my life more meaningful,
Don't know if ever I will be able to meet people so beautiful,
Ever wondered that "just friends" can be so cooool.

I dont know how to express in words,
Coz they can't say the feelings beyond this world.
Words always elude me as usually they are not there ,
When I wanna let them know that I really do care.
Just too apprehensive to make them use,
As words can be dangerous and I dont want to lose.

Just regret few mistakes which I shouldn't have done,
And I punish myself daily for that, by deliberately shunning the ones.
Wanna let them know I am no good but I am not bad,
Just one weakness in me, I can't see anyone sad.
For that very reason people utilise me for their own good,
And leave me with repentence and a very bad mood.

Just wished either the world be so perfect or the perfect be my world,
To run away from artifice and hypocrisy to the green sea and the land of singing birds.

--Dr. Pritesh

DISTANCES

I need an emotional chiding everytime I feel to cry,
Everytime it happens and everytime I ask why??
Why it is only me who gets a shudder all the time ?
while others leave by just doing their time ??

For me everthing feels so special,
Only to know that it was nothing but a rehearsal,
Rehearsal of a play which existed in my dreams and staged so many times,
I am the speaker while others just mime.

They come and leave only to strengthen me everytime,
Everytime I pledge never to speak again but alas my silence breaks for just one more time.
The play has no audiences just me and my thoughts,
In constant battle of reason and rhyme they fought.

I usually stop by to be an audience as a traveller who seeks rest,
But everytime I turn out to be an actor whose patience is put to test.
The roads I travel never seem to end,
I only seek for a pillow to lie down sometime and to depend.
A pillow I can hug which supports me as a backrest,
Not like a bird which flies over the cuckoo's nest.

Everytime I reach a destination and is about to take a new road,
I have to pay a heavy price as toll.
The price so heavy as they ask me the precious moments of my life,
Li'l things which in no way I can part as these are the only treasures on which I thrive.
Distances are what I need to travel, distances are what I fear most,
But can't do without them as they may take you places, take you to your "Saccha Dost".

I hail them from here, I make a trunk call,
I ask them to wait, just wait untill fall.
I cover some ground daily, I daily gain some cents,
So that they can have a great future and a nice Christmas present.

But they are also travelling and they can't walk alone,
Too feeble to "grow up" and face the music on their own.
I look back and try to move on,
Trying to remove the lines etched somewhere with tear drops that keep rolling on.

Every journey I travel takes a lot from me,
And when I reach a milestone I find no-one but me.
That takes out the joy for which I took the pain,
And I see my efforts go in vain , again.

But why am I rebuking them,they helped me without themselves having a clue that they are taking me there,
And I travelled some important "distances" for people I really care.

--- by
Dr. Pritesh