Poem : Her & Me.

Hi fellas!

My college kept me really busy since my last post with a spate of seminars, quizzes, tests, reports and what not! Well, now I am done with my II sem-end exams and so, I'll be updating my blog frequently. It feels so frustrating to apologise and/or make(?) excuses every time you can't take time to blog! I don't have access to net from my hostel, so it just makes it so much harder than it already is. Probably I have to start MoBlogging :P.

[PJ:

Q: Why do they call Mobile blogging as MoBlogging?

A: WHY??!! Try doing BileBlogging. YUCKK!!!]

OK, OK, I know I digress. It was just a futile attempt of mine to catch up with the PJoKings of our class. I guess they are on a different level altogether. Don't even dare to ask me about my lecturers ;P.

SJCE's ( i.e my college's) magazine titled 'Jayzine' got released during the college fest 'Jayciana'. I had my two poems published in it. ( Had? I am in the Ed Board, remember? :D ) Well, one was my lengthy, lonely, sad and angry poem - 'Perfidy', and the other was named 'Her & Me'. I also did a part of the achievements section and collected the one-liners for filling up. I thought of 'Her & Me' when I just sat outside my home in Bangalore gazing at the hazy stars. She had visited my home only a couple of weeks before. I completed the poem while shuffling between B'lore and Mysore.

Her & Me.

She stepped out of the car

Avoiding the puddles with care.

Soft lips curved as she saw

Me looking at her face fair.

Beautiful glittering eyes looked into mine,

Joyful tears dissolving in the rain.

As I lifted her up in my arms,

She enveloped me with her charms.

The fragrance of the pink flowers

Bedecked on her soft hair

Refreshed me like a cool shower

And knocked me out of air.

We played together,

We laughed together,

And when we danced

It was I who tripped.

Sometimes I was a horse, sometimes an elephant,

And a victim to many an endless rant.

Funny that a cute tiny child three feet

Can tame a wild man six feet.

The source of inspiration for this poem was my very little cousin, a cute toddler, Vaishnavi who bounces around for a whole day whenever she sees me.

PS: I am not six feet tall. Her father is that and more :) .

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My Fourth Poem : Perfidy.

Hi fellas!

This poem was written in the long period spanning from January to August '08. I was feeling a bit lonely and so this theme came to my mind. The theme is of betrayal. Much feeling is hidden inside these 15 stanzas.

Perfidy.

Looking out of the dark window
I see nothing but sorrow.
Why, I wonder, this world has to be so cruel,
To make me estrange my own jewel.

Thoughts of the darker kind,
Ride unbridled in my mind.
By emotions, it is swept
Silently my heart wept.

Light, nowadays, doesn’t show the way;
Instead, shows how fickle is destiny's sway.
Why does it happen to me, I don't know.
Why only me, I don't know.

Never had I thought
That our friendship would rot.
Why did god twist our fate
And sinfully foster hate?

I don't know
Why it took so long
Just to figure out
What went wrong.

What can you do
When the closest of your own
Behaves suddenly like
Someone unknown?


Why did your fury
Change our amity into hostility?
Our relationship’s brevity
Cripples me for eternity.

Why couldn’t I envisage
Our relationship’s wreckage?
I am livid with rage
After seeing this sacrilege.

Your wicked treachery
For the sake of authority
Turns my serenity
Into haughty insanity.

It leaves me empty;
It makes me feel guilty.
I've sunk deeply
In the stormy oceans of penury.

All day I just weep.
For trusting you, is this what I reap?
Why did you lie to me?
Why did you betray me?

Hot blood rushes in my veins;
Instead of air, it delivers pains.
Gory visions fill my head
Blinding the thorny path ahead.

Silence, they say, is deafening.
It is what my life is becoming.
I've lost all my fortitude
Rotting in this scary solitude.

My life has been shattered
I've lost what actually had mattered.
There is no peace in my life
What is only left is strife.

I've gone so crazy
The whole world seems to be hazy.
But now I can see the cure for this grim malady
And I'll seek vengeance for this perfidy.

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My Third Poem : Horace.

Hi again guys!!
This is my third poem that I wrote when I was 13, a couple of days after my second one. This is about a young prince, named Horace. This was inspired by my history text book ;-) and obviously an English movie. In one of 8th standard history classes, the teacher was mentioning the names of famous poems and poets of the era which we were studying then. When she mentioned a poet named Horace, I thought that I had heard the name somewhere else previously. The name brought pictures of a brave emperor in my mind. And then I thought, why not write a poem with Horace as a king.'. And that's how I wrote my third poem.

Horace.
Long ago in a war-torn empire,
Was a handsome prince named Horace,
Though very young he was,
The talk of his valour never took a pause.
The order of his parents, he always obeyed.
Heed to elder's advice, he always paid.
Only truth was what he said;
People to the right path, he led.
In a vain battle, the king was tied
And by starvation and torture he died.
Seeing this, his enemies sighed
And for the victory, the evil enjoyed.
They gulped bottles of gin,
Celebrating with an evil grin.
They put the body in a bin,
Unaware of the result of their sin.
The enraged youth took the reins,
The soldiers were inspired.
The good fought with brains,
And permanent victory for the evil was denied.
With the fall of the bad,
Full happiness the kingdom's heart had.
But the youth's mother was very sad,
The demise of her husband made her mad.
The prince was made the king
And the people rejoiced; they were on a wing.
Injustice's voice never did ring.
His virtue even his foes began to sing.
Once when the youth roamed the city,
In the disguise of a foreigner,
He fell in love with a fair lady,
The daughter of a poor shopkeeper.
Taking off his false robes, he asked her hand.
Seeing the young king, people began to gather.
In reply to the king's polite demand,
She said, "His majesty, please talk to my father."
Then in the lady's home,
The king said, "I, the ruler of Palsadome,
Ask the company of thy daughter."
Hearing this, very happy was the father.
The news of marriage of the king
Flew with fast fluttering wings.
The king and the lady exchanged the rings
And everyone began to sing.

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My Second Poem : My Fateful Journey.

Poem: A slice of creative writing in verse expressing one’s deep feelings and thoughts through the use of a melodious and graceful language.

I wrote my first poem when my sister was preparing for the exams she took to get into a good engineering college. I was just 11 then and I was idolising her. She needed a bit of hope and I wrote it to motivate her, though I think she didn’t even get an iota of motivation through it. It had a few lines and was a very simple poem.

Then, when I was 13, I wrote a poem about a train mishap. My maternal grandparents were in Nagarcoil, Kanyakumari, Tamil Nadu and we used to visit them travelling by the trains. That year had witnessed many train accidents and when a serious one took place involving the train we used to take, my mind was thinking about them. Then the idea of writing a poem flashed to me and that’s how I started writing my second poem. This is a tribute to them.

My Fateful Journey.

I was a playful kid;
Naughty pranks, I always did.
Ten years after my birth,
I was sleeping in a train berth.

I was woken up suddenly
In the middle of my journey.
The bridge was smashed,
And the train had toppled.

Water gushed everywhere,
Loud screams filled the air.
"I am the king", the river roared,
Everybody was flabbergasted.

I didn't know how to swim,
I was enslaved by fate's whim.
But then the villagers came,
Our angels they became.

I am lucky as I am alive,
Only a few were lucky were to survive.
That fateful journey, I can never forget
However old I get.

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