Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts

To Myself....



I Stand at the edge of the cliff
Looking over the mountains and hills,
Feeling the calm of the blue river,
Anticipating the rising sun,
Listening to the chirping birds,
Feeling the breeze,
Letting down my hair, literally,
Waiting for the full splendour,
The moment, when I unfold my arms,
Unclench my fist, close my eyes,
Smile to myself and murmer....
This is it....!!!!!

Take Me Home

Take Me Home....please!
I don't like it here
In a box
No open spaces, 
No woolen ball,
 Makes it hard to bear
No friendly faces,
No one at all.

I don't like it here
In a box
No shoe laces to pull
No one to pamper me
There's so much of lull
There's lack of glee

I don't like it here
In a box.
I have been here, All my life, 
Not too much of a memory,
Not much of an open sky,
Dont feel no happiness
However, much I try

I don't like it here
In a box.
There's no friends here,
No one to play,
No mices here, 
During my entire stay.

I don't like it here
In a box.
I want to play too,
On the green grass,
Under the sun,
With wool tangled in my paws,
Escape the dreary
conundrum,
Of my life in a box!


Cast in Stone




Krakow, Poland

We,
Stand alone, 
Cast in stone,

Staring at the passers by,
The rustle of the leaves that dry.
The hurrying wind so cold,
To play along - we are told!


The trees that sway with the wind
Flutter of the pigeons that sing
Silent, stony notes are rhymed
There is no track of time.

We are captured for the nth number
Are we awake or in slumber!
The pose we strike, Angles alike, 
The picture stays, memories linger!

Of us, 
Cast in stone,
We stand alone!



Birthday Blues

Am not a much of a "Happy Birthday" person. Hmmmm..... yeah... I always find it embarrassing to celebrate birthdays. Its not a recent phenomena but right since school / college. I am embarrassed especially when I have to blow the candles, cut the cake, smile politely and take in all the hullabaloo over turning a year older. Ah, well, this aspect of my life has not changed over the years (about which you can read HERE)

I had my birthday just last friday. Munish prepared a special midnight spread along with the cake et al. Had loads of wishes over phone, facebook, twitter from family, friends, acquaintances, colleagues, fellow bloggers - Phew!!! I felt special and good. Loved all the gifts which kept pouring in. Birthday gift from hubby is yet to be received (booked already), but I received little tids bits from special friends too. Like the latest header of my blog...thanks to my dearest friend Namit Bhatia...and Oh, he even wrote a poem for me (in return for THE ONE I wrote for him ;-) it was a deal) hehehe.... c'mon, don't you all giggle or laugh...this is his first attempt, and I must say, a pretty good one. Here it goes..........

The Maggitoes Rhapsody

I know a fine girl named Maggitoes,
Who has a penchant for writing prose.

She loves to travel far and wide,
A valiant voyager bona fide.

Photography is her leisure pursuit,
Be it nature or a random shoot.

A self proclaimed Bollywood movie buff,
One lousy flick and she goes, “I’ve had enough”.

Always at odds with the firewall at work,
Once granted access, tweet frenzy ensues as she goes berserk.

Recently bitten by the cooking bug,
Her hubby knows best and he dare not say “Ugh!” :P

Chirpy, bubbly and immensely adorable,
“Oh look! That’s the poem for you, now am I out of trouble?”

~ Namitoes (circa 2011 AD)

yay!!!! *clap clap*....his twitter handle is www.twitter.com/namit93 for all you interested in following his perky, quirky, funny tweets and yes - especially writing tailor made poems on oneself!!!!   

Silly, Stupid me...

Was browsing on the internet when I came across some prose and paragraphs on bullying behaviour. There are some interesting reads on the same. This inspired me to write some and the resultant following lines are my responses on the same...

Pic Source: Google.com

I have nothing to say to you
I have nothing to want
Got no words left
Got nothing to rant.

Just let me be, stupid
And tactless and dumb
Just want to be mindless
Just want to be numb.

Want to run away from it all
Want to be left alone
Want to be left in a corner
In between the worlds, don’t want to be torn.

Dont want no ramifications...
Of my selfish and self centred acts...
Dont want no situation...
Where I cant get back...

An inseparable part of my life
My babble and stupidity
Dont want no divide...
Over life and its jamboree.

Dont want no conflict
Dont want no harshness
Dont want no curt
Over any brashness

I play along, unwanted
Try to be in sync
With the intelligence that is flaunted
Like a clown in a ring.

Not your ideal mate
Not your bestest friend
Not one tune to gyrate
To make your life grand...

I am and I will be
The way i am meant to be
Sorry, i am not intelligent
The way you thought
I would be.
I am just happy and content
To be a silly, stupid me....

Moments gone by....


The lines on my face
The wrinkles near my eyes
Speak of my age
As time flies.
Of moments, of phase
Like stars in the night
Of time, of days
An era gone by. 
 
Of moments happy and gay
Of dark and the light
Of clouds of grey
And evening sighs!!!
Shadows in the evening play
On a brink of a twilight
Waiting for murmers to say
What a wonderlife life!!!
Pic taken by Meghna Garg (c), Ahmedabad
 
 

Epitaph for my friend Namit Bhatia














Here lies Namit Bhatia
He died of blabbermania
As he spake too much of the spoken word
Of thoughts and ideas in his head
There was no dearth!

Here lies Namit Bhatia
Was very fond of trivia
Movies, music, comics and scrabble
And a lot of online babble
Anything and everything he liked to dabble

Here lies Namit Bhatia
Spending wisely was his criteria
Movies, music, comics and clothes
And of things about which he could gloat
No- he did not suffer from dementia

Here lies Namit Bhatia
He died of Gamophobia
As he tried time after time
Marry and make the two rhyme
But I guess it was not worth his dime!

Here lies Namit Bhatia
Was from Andulasia
As he travelled a bit too much
Across the green and the sand
Wherever his feet and the plane could land

Here lies Namit Bhatia
Under the dunes of Bahrain
Lays with all his energies drained
Under the basking sun
What next - his unending conundrum!!!


Colours....You and me...


my mind wandered to the barren mountains....
no soul in sight...
no words...
only brown and blue....

my mind wandered to the journey that was....
us on the road....
few words....
only black and brown and green and blue....
my mind wandered to the spheherds we came across....
with sheep and goats....
new words....
only white and black and grey and green and blue....
my mind wandered to the dances....
with drumming and the wind....
other words....
only red and yellow and brown and black and green and blue....
my mind wandered to you....
with togetherness and the spaces....
with silence and sometimes chatter....
only black and brown and green and red and yellow and blue....
Colours of life....
Me and you....

Books


 

I have met John Galt, princess of Arabia and her daughters...
I have met Jane, Twain, and lain under the sun...
I have met Tintin, Tinkle and Tarzen
I have been through the jungles and lived through Panchtantra
I have met kings of old and queens galore....
I have been through you, via you....to lands ashore....
I have seen lives unfold and stories re-told....
I have interpreted you....
I have understood you....
I have been interested...
I have been confused…
I have been bored....
I have loved your interpretations....
I have travelled through time....
I have been ... touched.... enlightened....
I have heard you in my mind....
I have sifted through your pages
I have talked to you.... 
My friend, my guide, my fellow traveller...for the coming ages..

Daffodils

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
 For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Leisure

Leisure by William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

IF...

IF...... by Rudyard Kipling.... one of my favourite poems from school... always been at my personal dashboard.... always been an inspiration....Posting it on the blog....

"
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
"

Crappy Poem

You lucky people.... today I am in a good mood .... so well I am here to write a few lines which rhyme.... well – I think they already do....



Am thinking of a topic,
So that I can pen my thoughts on the subject,
However, it defies any logic,
And hence is liable for reject....

Its been a long time,
Since I found any rhyme....
Its become a crime....
For an entire life time....

Wish I had the skills....
So that I could rhyme to my fill...
The words which come to my mind are – NILL.....:O
But Hey – chill.....

I think I shall spare you the torture,
And let you read something which is more mature.....
I know – you will not get lured ;)
For you are already floored?????!!!!!!

-M

Well – is that it..... disgusting is all I can.... its so not fair... for some to be so articulate and for some to be simply loss at words.....
Well – anyways, enjoy a few lines on alcohol....Here it goes....


Alcohol, to the nights you won't remember
With friends you would never forget,
Alcohol, for the moments you dropped many tears
With friends who teach you to drink them
Alcohol, for the phases of insanity
With friends who become a part of it
Alcohol, for the times you smoked a pack
With friends who added to the stack
Alcohol, for the past we all miss
With friends who somewhere always know this

- Anonymous

Court

I am my own court, I am my own judge
Create my own alligation here
And give my own justification
I incriminate a me in myself
And defend a me against the world.
I support my own convictions
And weaken my own arguments.
I am my own law, law-maker and law-breaker.

Courtesy:WWW

Abstract

A moment, a day,
an evening laid...
birds in the horizon...
A setting sun...
moments together,
moments remain...
etched ....
painted....
on the canvas of life...
a canvas,
an introspection...
dissection...
analysed, tried...
a painting, a part,
looked at,
misses the forest...
sees the trees....
the beauty withers,
tears dry....
a moment then remembered....
the leaves dry....