No Title, You Suggest It- Random Verses

People there are- bitter and sweet,

Times there are, ugly and neat.

But remember my friend

Our stay on Earth is not long

Before the final end-

 Tap your feet, hum a song.

In times when you are down and out,
And all set to break and shout;
The ones you like,
Always in the mind, they strike.
With them, you wish to walk,
Or at least have a few minutes talk...
 

Blesseth you are, with a life,

Enjoy it, cherish it, respect it;

For it is not a game of dice,

Rest your negatives at bay,

For we live only once,

And yet die everyday

PS-1 (2009):
I'll continue and hopefully complete this some other day.

PS-2 (2011): And I'll yet again continue this some other day.

Different perspectives

Life is a race,

Travel it with gentle pace;
It is not about I'm First, I'm Last,
It doesn't really matter How fast!
Magic is already cast,

And beautiful it is- the Future, the Present and the Past! 

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Life is Crap,

A well designed, sweet trap,

In the end,

Everyone is gonna have an endless nap!

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PS
I completely agree that it sounds funny and insanely dumb. These dumb lines were written yesterday night with no intension of being posted. But I am very bored today and hence the result :)

To a friend on a Sunday morning

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You are a friend,

With whom I easily blend;

You are a friend,

To whom, messages I daily send;

You are a friend,

With whom, more time I want to spend;

I’ll be here, always here,

In case you wanna talk dear… 

The Two Facets

Life is really funny,

Sometimes Dark, sometimes Sunny;

The inner side of me,

Contradictory, they are, doubly do i see-

Life is both dark and sunny.

Nitin, inside the mind, always say

Neo is one of a kind,

Listen to Him not, you'll have to pay-

Pay, pay the price of being selfish,

Being careless, being peevish.

Am I two, or am I one,

Both of them are here to stay.

From Neo's eye, all I could see-

Me being beautified,

Me being personified,

Me with all this attention,

Eventually fall in self-detention.

Again I start to sway,

Again Nitin has something to say-

"Done with the heights of your attitude,

Oh, please stop measuring its magnitude."

Today, you are at the top of the world,

Tomorrow, you'll remain nothing but a dirt.

Neo never complains, he does things,

Nitin complains, he wants to do things;

So here i am, confused, scared,

Who is Neo, and where is Nitin,

Aren't they the same,

When things go wrong,

Whom am i to blame?

Sometimes gloomy,

Life is unsurprisingly funny,

Sometimes dark, sometimes sunny.

PS
Yes, I did have dilemma while posting it. Dealing with alter-ego is anything but fun :-|

The Misery of being anybody

Surrounded by No-bodys,

He strives to be a Somebody;

And when he enters the league of Somebody(s),

He desires to be the One big, cool daddy;

Eventually, his yearning is complete.

Now, he searches for the truth,

He misses being a Somebody,

Even misses being a Nobody.

Power is powerful,

It took over him.

Choking like a rabbit in a sack,

He knows there ain't turning back,

Helpless, he has no more power to gain.

Everything in vain.

He was a Somebody,

Who died like everybody.

Immortality ain't real;

It is a bloody myth, a lie,

Many things, many times, always end with a sigh.

 

PS

He never really was fully content, ever. Sad... So are many of us which is also, shall I say, sad...

A post with no name

Whose bed have your boots been under
Not once, did I imagine you in such a blunder;
The news hit me stronger than a thunder
Whose bed have your boots been under!


PS
The first line is taken from a song from Twain..

My friend, Vignesh

My dear friend Vignesh- The Iyer,
Has eyes as fierce as fire;
An angel so good,
Loves his breakfast, lunch, dinner and food.

My loving friend Vignesh- The Iyer,
Is as funny as Bugs Bunny
And dislikes Cricket when it's sunny;
As bright as light,
He hates it when people fight.

My caring friend Vignesh- The Iyer,
A fanatic of Maestro Rehman;
Prefers his music a lot,
For that an MP3 player he bought.
My friend Iyer's vote is 100% for-
"MAKE MUSIC, NOT WAR!"

My charming friend Vignesh,the Iyer
Out of his many desires,
Told me once whom he admires,
And wooing her he'll never tire.
She is Miss Asin,
And for her, he'll commit that one coveted Sin.
My friend Vignesh, the Iyer.




P.S
Vignesh asked me if I would write anything at all on him. Dedicated to Vignesh, a great friend.

The Small,Little Child

On a cold, deserted night, the clock strikes,
A minute later, the baby cries;
While the father stood by the infant's side,
The news of the little, blessed child,
Spread wide and wide.

Hundreds lost their lives,
Millions all over the green earth sighed;
Many a soldier deceased,
Their lifeless wives died for uncertain peace.
Yet the proud father was filled with joy,
At the sight of his cute, little boy.

The boy grew old,
Oh, so handsome and bold,
And of his mother, he was never ever told;
"Father!Father", the boy cried out loud,
"A terrible thing, don't scold,
Here before you, i do unfold,
That I threw away the family gold!"

The bullion is the least we want,
For you have me and I have you;
And that's why with the gold I flew
And spread them to the lot few;
They had no parents, had no love.
Gold is no answer, but they deserve a better life,
Not that what happened to their father's wives.

The child is big and now so true,
He still has the charm and his eyes so blue;
For now he has no more fear,
As he sees his father's happy tears;
He is still the same old, small, little child,
And now, forever, he stays by his father's side.

Love is NOT in the air!

Hello friends,

I have, if not always, eighty out of hundred times made a mockery of the scenes wherein the blue-eyed guy throws verbose lines at the girl draped in pink. Pure gibberish, i surmised. Ever heard of a boomerang effect! Yeah,boomerang.Unfortunately, i fell for all those superfluous verses after reading a few posts on a friend's blog. Well, words do have power and we cannot deny that fact. Hence i thought why not pen some lines that sound romantic in tune and are in rhythm. And romantic i shall be. Not an easy task for someone who isn't committed. But by no means a tough task for someone who has watched tons of (bollywood) movies :)

The following lines are as childish as they can possibly be. Lots of laughs.

Just as the sun shines in the noon
Just as the mother awaits her son to return soon,
I stare hours at the empty lonely moon,
Thinking of you,a boon.
Waiting for an answer,waiting for your answer.

I ain't no bold Lochinvar,
I ain't no big bright star,
Neither am I the guy with a big scar,
Yet am waiting for an answer
Waiting for your answer.


Wish I were the mighty Hercules,
Wish I were the fearless Achilles,
Tall and strong,
With whom you can travel along;
Watching you has been such a bliss,
Life will be complete with that one little kiss.
Waiting for your answer,
Only for your answer.

Fear not those who laugh at you
For in-heart they know they are wrong;
Be amongst the selected few
Who smile back and remain strong.

Life is a Dream ,
Unpacked and bare;
It is we who are to cherish it,
And return it with care.

Poetry

Hello readers,

Poetry is something which is tough to define. Ask 10 and get 20 different answers kinda-thing ! I hated it during my high school days. Mom and i had heated argument on it and the count goes up to a thousand times. She, being a student of literature loved the words of Worthworth and Frost while i got annoyed with their wordplay. It was in ninth grade that my English teacher, Mr Edward Joseph(one of my favourites) taught the class or rather made us understand the inherent meaning of the poem "On His Blindness". Well i was literally shocked. How can a person tell that God is there to give us problems based on our proportions of handling them! WOW,that is when my thoughts drifted. Though poems to many is an idiot's way of expressing something, i think there is more to it.

Why pen emotions in verses when is it more easy to adhere to meaningful sentences?Ask it to poetry lovers. It is analogous to music for them. It is enlightment. It takes them to a new world. I hardly understand poems on one read. It seems too abstruse. But once am able to connect it with the poet's thoughts there is a smile; a different smile.

Personally am not an admirer of poetry. Neither have I read any poem other than those that appeared in my school texts. But i find it relatively easy to summarize a poem than a big story. I do write a couple of poems when my solitude turns to loneliness. My definition of a poem : fact with fun and pun attached or intertwining of thoughts with imaginations.

I thereby complete this not so interesting post with an intersting activity for you. I present to you one of my poems. It is left to you to give a suitable title. If possible, summarize it. A challenge!

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11:07 pm

13th april 2007

Was a pleasant day, I got up,

Shocked ! Bewildered !!

Thought i was dead;

With the possiblity that it is a dream,

I tried to get off my bed

Tried and Tried, but in vain

All over my head there was rain;

Couldn't understand the happenings,

There ain't any ropes nor my limbs tied

The pain was unbearable,

Got desperate and cried and cried

All my life never did i see a wonderful sight,

Everything seemed lustrous and bright.

I heard a voice

A voice so soft

"Angel is my name,

Is Neo ready to set out in my flame?"

Impossible for me,

I could hardly see,

Earth or Heaven!was tough for me..

Confused, I did really note

A bizzare smile on the Angel's face,

To my right, saw a flying boat.

My face went blank;

Angel took out her wand

I knew between the boat and the angel

There existed a bond.

A blue lightening hit the band on my hand

Scared, Neo shouts "I don't know heaven yet"

The angel grinned.

"I have your answer",She said

And without a trace, She disappeared.

Black, everything seemed Black!

And Black was great;

Neo's limbs begun to move..

I was fighting, fighting very hard;

Fighting to uncover my blanket.

As i got up from my bed

A commotion started in the neurons of my head

Was it really an angel?

Or was it God??

Was it really a dream?

Or reality??

Impossible to think !

Impossible to judge !!

Impossible for me to understand !!!

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