A random thought that went down as a facebook status which an hour later became this π
Checking my mail one day,
I was suddenly struck by a thought
Looking at my life I thought
how much like a inbox it was
Going into overdrive my mind sought
similarities that would prove my thought
Emails became experiences
Some I never opened from fear or ignorance
Some I never deleted from glory or reverence
Drafts became my thoughts
Some of them I wrote in all
but never had the courage to send
Some of them I hardly checked
But sent them without thinking they would offend
Labels became groups
Just like sorting emails I had
sorted people in my life
Just like the emails in a inbox I had
prioritized the important people in life.
Now as I proceed to make fun of my geeky mind
It jumps uncaringly with joys of the creative kind
This Poem is dedicated to a dear friend who has been struggling with the guilt of unfinished work and call to others who are similarly plagued.
Everyday, for hundreds of jobs that are done
there are still plenty that are left undone
That book you never read
That friend you never made
That class you never took
That dish you wanted to cook
That girl you wanted to date
That vacation you wanted to take
As a mountain of these jobs is built
It keeps adding to your guilt
To complete them you need positive intent
Doing so is the only way to be content
Pay heed to these pedestrian words, don’t wait
Get up and finish what’s undone, least its too late
This one is dedicated to a dear friend who is the first one to request π
Foreward
This is my first request
I knew I couldn’t wait
I started at the earliest
Before it got too late π
Im… Perfection
It was a sunday like any other
I was chatting with a friend
We were talking about films
As is our usual trend
We were talking about perfection
She said perfect characters were fake
I said I respectfully diasagree
It depends completely on your take
Perfection is a complex term
It is hard to get the gist
To be perfect in the long term
You have to check of a list
The list is never the same
So the concept of common perfect is lame
The list always has its flaws
Making the imperfect perfect by law
Whats perfect for one is not for some
Thus rendering the discussion moot
But who cares, talking to a dear friend
Has, is and always will be a hoot.
This thought I had as soon as I had finished my first verse. I had always enjoyed reading poetry as a kid. Before school started every year, I always read the English book in advance. As much as I enjoyed the reads I never could manage to write them myself. Years later on vacation in DC, when I purchased a book on poems, I was suddenly struck with the same kiddish delight. Twelve days down the line, it is still making me smile. Maybe it was the right time to turn to my old hobby, maybe I was better able to write. But it definitely made me think. There are so many other things I loved as a kid. Maybe now I could enjoy them even more. Not only enjoy the joy it brought, but take it to another level too. π
Joy of Rediscovery
For young adults on the block,
bored and with time to burn.
Perhaps you should turn back the clock,
and turn to the kid, who always had his fun.
It could be riding a bike,
or dancing like a foolish tyke.
It might be an old cartoon,
or singing like a bufoon.
It could be a forgotten game,
or old books that are still the same.
Though sense this idea might lack,
it could bring some good times back.
We constantly change with time.
New skills we learn, while on life’s climb.
Giving something old a try,
might just be worth your dime.
This theory may not always be right,
But you need to trust the kid inside.
Carefree and joyous, it was doing something right.
Joy might just find you, on your blindside.
This is an adaptation to the original I dedicate to a dear friend who is starting a new phase in life. I hope & wish and know she will do great.
New Beginnings
Every once a while in life,
you will start something new.
You should be in minimal strife,
I kid you not its true.
Seldom, new may not be what you want,
But it could just be what you need.
Sometimes, the choice of new might haunt,
But its just a scratch, no bleed.
When your are starting something new,
May you have luck, like is bestowed on a select few.
You maybe nervous and worried,
But no need to keep those feelings buried.
You need to be a certain degree of bold,
to leave the comfort of the old.
You may also be excited and giddy,
that kind of attitude, sure is handy.
But most of all, you want to be happy,
Otherwise the whole endeavor will be useless and crappy.
This one is dedicated to that special part of my life, without whom life would be…. well I cant even imagine how it would be.
Youtube
We are all familiar with the link
Some even teach us how to think
We have all given it a look
for gods sake it even shows how to cook
It relaxes you with an old song
we all have playlists that are just too long
You can learn to make a tie
Some people look as if they are plain high
You can post videos of your own
You could even make some money
The need for hits might seem looney
Ohh but getting them is sweet as honey
If youtube were a living thing
It would be richer than a king
It has a place, right in my core
Without it, life would be such a chore.
As I keep telling my friends, the best part about this blog has been not discovering my own talents but discovering the same in my friends. This one is from a friend and I thank them with a few words to start
Of all the ones I have written
This one is special by far
My poems have somebody smitten
Their own skill being above par
An Ode to Rohannets
For your poems which are so well written
I can help, but be smitten!
A talent of yours that was for years in the hide
I make my ‘not so nice’ comments, knowing you mind the chide
You should continue with your poetry and me with my critique
That makes our friendship so very unique
Never mind my criticism, I know you write from the heart
And blogging so well everyday is no less than an art!
– Your Online Nemesis!
This is a tribute to all my lectures, specially those that leave me bored. I hope this one is atleast worth a laugh when I sit in one of those boring courses again.
Lectures
It was a bright and clear day
On a ever repeating thursday
Too bad I had to be in class,
wishing I could give it a pass.
Sometimes courses we have to take,
our interest in which is completely fake
The prof was playing his boring part
His talks leave you completely out of sort
I was busy with online chat
I know I sound like a brat
While I was checking for new downloads
He was talking about cryptographic codes
Suddenly, I heard a familiar word
My treacherous hand, flew up like a bird
Everyone was looking at me
Had to give them something to see
Made a response on the go,
recalling something I read long ago
Luckily my answer was right
Good thing it wasn’t an embarrasing sight
The prof seemed happy with me
I just hope he leaves me be.
I wanted to write this for a couple of weeks now. But just could not get a start in mind. But then atop the tallest structure in Coba inspiration struck and my poem was complete π
Sitting atop an ancient pyramid I pondered.
To beat this view, it will take while
So wrong was I as moments later, beside me,
I saw a kid with the largest smile
The sense of wonder you mind can only capture
when it records faces that mirror a similar rapture
Memorable moments do not a smile make
A brilliant smile infact, is what gives them a memorable take
A parent’s proud smile on your graduation day
Or your smile of accomplishment with your first pay
The shy smile of girl on her first date
Or the wry understanding smile of your best mate
The sad smile when your plans sort of tank
Or the devious smirk of a well accomplised prank
The conspiratory smile of a secret that supposed to be kept sush
Or colons and brackets that give your chat the emotional push
The toothless smile of an enamoured little child
Or the carefree laughter of a kid who is just wild
Every smile has its special place in our heart
To cause them, should make you proud of your part
Sometimes these smiles do not get their deserved credit
It can make someone’s day, when without reason you smile a little bit
Never underestimate the importance of a charming smile
They are all noted, when people make your file
Sometimes, a smile might be hard to come by
It’s easy though, after all, it takes very few muscles to try π








