Thursday, August 24, 2006
AbCdEf
Confession to a crime
Committed often, which I
Skilled at that
Never got caught
Or will I?
May be………..
They need a cop
Please tell them they do,
Those who pity
That, those who I rob….
Naïve they are
“Words” that I use
Angelically fall
Letter after letter
To sate my hunger
A sadistic urge
Thirst for rhyme
I twist them around
And grin at their wry.
Innocently……
Crying & laughing
Like I ask them to
Complying to this master
pays not a penny ,I.
obedient slaves, yet!
have bore
an abuse, for ages
whoelse?
But,
My dear words
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Good Old Days
How Hard is it to be happy?
A 'somebody' asked me..
Not a difficult one to ask
nevertheless, the answer indeed was!
Hence, started this quest
Mine that I wish now,
I wish I never did...
With a wry smile
(I am pretty good with thatDid I ever mention that part?well anyways ...)
I pity myself
almost like that hyserical actress,
In a drama on doordarshan
Thats all I remeber I saw!!
( besides how to breed cows & hens & educative programs)
while I am at thisI am thinking..
humor is a sublte art
I would have bored me
Thank god , I atleast got that!
(Okay back to where I left it )
Isnt it weird how I waited
so long to be a " grown up"
and now all I want to
is to " grow down"
(if there is anything as such...On a serious note,.... )
Now I guess I understand,
what people meant when they went ..
"O' Those were the days!!!
"Yes,those were the days...
Of pure joy,
Of innocence,
Of tiny fights,
Of colorful icecreams that I ate
with frnds on the school road..,
Of tinkling school bells..
Of punishments, which meant
u got to run a good two miles..
Of " games classes"
(what a luxury...can u believe we had "games" classes???)
Of those nightsI used to cry ,
seeing a ghost or so I think I did
my dad would run to my rescue
carry me on his shoulder
till I lay sleep again..
Of that day when i brazed my knee
but the tincture at the school hospital
hurt more than an infinity...
Of those weddings whenI got to wear
gorgeous frocks of silk
silly me,did not even know what was silk,
(not that I would care then)
used to mindlessly jump around anyways..
until I was tired, to move another limb
& I knew My mom was a tantrum away
ready to carry me home
safe while I was in dreams
today as I recall one after the other
" those good old days"
Yes, indeed
those were the days..
Irony is
No matter what I do,
I know for sure,
things are never going to be the same
as they were before..
Unfortunately for me,
I am no more four,
but twenty four..!!
( actually 23 I had to lie to make it rhyme :))
How hard is it to be happy?
As hard as it would be
to change things to be
back to when I was
fouteen or four...!!
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