Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Everyday dawns
yawns
stretches in between.
Everyday brightens
darkens
Vanities of life.
Everyday breaks
With hope
Ends up broken.
Everyday is
A Babel
Bloodsport of maverick god
Everyday designs,
Realigns
House of human cards.
Everyday inhales
Exhales
Puffs of forlorn dreams.
Heavily inspired from a guy whom I happened to meet over a hill.
yawns
stretches in between.
Everyday brightens
darkens
Vanities of life.
Everyday breaks
With hope
Ends up broken.
Everyday is
A Babel
Bloodsport of maverick god
Everyday designs,
Realigns
House of human cards.
Everyday inhales
Exhales
Puffs of forlorn dreams.
Heavily inspired from a guy whom I happened to meet over a hill.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
This is a poem i wrote when i was in front of my study table, pretending to study. This is not exactly a poem. But you should have known that when it is from me! I didn't try to make impression with this p... er... thing! But if you are a girl, please come to gmail chat. I'm always ready to impress you. This is just a silly romantic poem i wrote seriously with my humble heart open to any girl who does have a mobile and free sms of minimum 100 in number*.
This is more like a chat between a boy and girl through mobile short messages. But it was misunderstood to be a poem by the writer, due to all the rhyme and hymn of the material. It might break the heart of the writer, if he knows the thing he poured his heart in turned out to be a coffee shop conversation, rather than a poem. So, let us all enter into an alternate reality through a worm hole, where it would be considered as a poem. Come aboard!
Are you sure you are in love?
Don't you know this is love?
You are loving whom?
It came upon me like a boom.
You are loving... whom!
I afraid, without him life is doom.
By God! Are you sure you are in love?
As hot as a stove!
Then, you love whom?
He Whisked past like Zoom!
Asking out of exasperation, What is your love?
Whiter than a whitest Dove!
What are you trying to say?
Lucid poem, not essay!
Tell me, you love whom?
Are you dumb?
How come?
Unadulterated mud, you have as a brain
If so, how come u call me friend?
This is why, you assume, you are just my friend.
If not friend, what can i be..... it can't be!
Yes, what can you be?
Then, you love....
* - conditions apply. No recharge will be done by the writer, unless I get to see her face. With the lift of section 377 of the law the writer is afraid of many applications from males adulterating his already overwhelming female applications for the post of his girl friend. Audition to be held soon.
This is more like a chat between a boy and girl through mobile short messages. But it was misunderstood to be a poem by the writer, due to all the rhyme and hymn of the material. It might break the heart of the writer, if he knows the thing he poured his heart in turned out to be a coffee shop conversation, rather than a poem. So, let us all enter into an alternate reality through a worm hole, where it would be considered as a poem. Come aboard!
Are you sure you are in love?
Don't you know this is love?
You are loving whom?
It came upon me like a boom.
You are loving... whom!
I afraid, without him life is doom.
By God! Are you sure you are in love?
As hot as a stove!
Then, you love whom?
He Whisked past like Zoom!
Asking out of exasperation, What is your love?
Whiter than a whitest Dove!
What are you trying to say?
Lucid poem, not essay!
Tell me, you love whom?
Are you dumb?
How come?
Unadulterated mud, you have as a brain
If so, how come u call me friend?
This is why, you assume, you are just my friend.
If not friend, what can i be..... it can't be!
Yes, what can you be?
Then, you love....
* - conditions apply. No recharge will be done by the writer, unless I get to see her face. With the lift of section 377 of the law the writer is afraid of many applications from males adulterating his already overwhelming female applications for the post of his girl friend. Audition to be held soon.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Old men, Rocking chair
It rocks
In the cottage
To and fro
Like a boat roped to the abandoned shore
Gentle and silent
A wavering mind
Dithering like pendulum
Over two different ideas
A time warper to an old man
Who becomes reminiscent of his past
Laid near a fire place
He rocks on that chair
With a hot coffee cupped in his hands
Sipping slowly
Nostalgic of callous and fertile past
Laid in a corner
In darkness
Another old man sits,
Numb with cold, with a nippy coffee
Untouched over the table nearby
Reminiscences of a blundered past
As a clever man learns from his past,
An intelligent man learns from others’
- B.பிரபுகுமார்
It rocks
In the cottage
To and fro
Like a boat roped to the abandoned shore
Gentle and silent
A wavering mind
Dithering like pendulum
Over two different ideas
A time warper to an old man
Who becomes reminiscent of his past
Laid near a fire place
He rocks on that chair
With a hot coffee cupped in his hands
Sipping slowly
Nostalgic of callous and fertile past
Laid in a corner
In darkness
Another old man sits,
Numb with cold, with a nippy coffee
Untouched over the table nearby
Reminiscences of a blundered past
As a clever man learns from his past,
An intelligent man learns from others’
- B.பிரபுகுமார்
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