A PrEtTy laSs (My 3Rd PoEm-16Th AuGuSt 2008–ArOuNd 9:40Am)

This poem was written by me for one of my sweetest friend ever, who's been with me for the past 18 months. I haven't had a better friend in 23 years of my existence. She's been supporting and guiding me ever since i became friends with her. She's seen me crying and she's made me laugh my heart out. Now she was going through a big dilemma in her life. She was really upset and I just can't see her cry.So wanted to cheer her up!!! I would always wish the best for her and May God Bless her with loads of love and happiness!!!

A Pretty Lass

A pretty lass, in my class.
Bound by shackles of propriety.
Help her please oh almighty!!!
To take the right decision.
Bless her Oh Lord!!!
May she have no illusion.
She’s in a dilemma, I know so.
She gets out quick, I hope so.

Shower thy blessings upon her,
With courage and strength immense.
To let her know, what makes more sense.
She isn’t bad at heart, I vouch for that
She isn’t mean either, I bet my wealth on that.
All I tell her is to follow her heart!!!
Which I hope shows her, the right way, the right path.

ThE ExAmInAtIOn HaLL (31St JuLy 2008 10:20 Am )

This poem was written by me during my Quantitative Methods’ mid-semester exam in sem 1 –no wonder I scored only 5 out of 50 in the test. Even those 5 marks were scored in MCQs and were, needless to say-the reward of my thoughtless flukes.

The Examination Hall

I am feeling so low today.
Come what may I’ll say no today.
A feeling of guilt surrounds me,
As if nothing exists around me.

Yippee!!! Its exam time
And I’m not exactly on cloud 9.
Clearly which means, no merry making or wine.
Books to me epitomize terrorism.
Over the fresh pages I sleep and call it optimism.

Here comes the D-day
Or let me say May-day.
I wake up fresh on the outside.
Probe me further and get inside,
Only to find anxiety at its worst.
You hear and feel – heard that been there
But wake up guys!! Who ever said life is fair.
It’s the same story everywhere.
You fail to prepare and later say I don’t care.
Enter the examination hall
And there are friends all around
With faces exemplifying variety,
Some static, some ecstatic
And a few others busy luring the almighty.

Lo and behold!!! Here comes the invigilator.
An angel- straight out of a fairy tale.
That’s God’s way of consolation
And a cue simple enough that I will fail.
Question paper and answer sheets in my hand,
Oh God!!! Please lend me your magic wand.
Brace yourself, for anytime the bell shall ring.
Only time will tell – will I dance or sing.
Just then a baritone voice,comes from behind,
which now seems music to the ears.
It's my good old friend saying:
Pep up buddy!!! Pull up your socks.
Mutual cooperation is your last resort!!!

ThE CuPiD StRiKeS (29Th JuNe 2008-My 1St PoEm)

My affair with poetry started with an infatuation upon someone not long ago (Sect 377 having been repealed is inconsequential. Well!!! Times have changed so the onus of proving that I’m straight, pretty much lies upon me. By means of my blog I’ll manage to do justice to the aforesaid purpose as well. Besides I’m concerned about my future prospects. So…). Now though that infatuation didn’t last long, my liaison with poetry did. With due respect to the gal (happens to be a very dear friend now) I thank her for inspiring me(though unknowingly) as I wrote my 1st ever poem in English for her. Some of you might wanna play the guessing game and are free to do so but that might dilute the emotions involved so avoid…
So here we go:

The Cupid Strikes

By means of these flowers
I hereby disclose
My feelings in poetry
Not in prose.
I wish to hold your hand…(Name of the gal)
Till eternity.
To vouch for which I swear by
Entire divinity.
If this still doesn’t serve as a cue for u
I cry out from the bottom of my heart…
I love you… I love you… I love you…!!!