Saturday, November 19, 2011

My Third attempt in poetry

Wrote this one on a long and boring flight to trivandrum


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On my way again
To the crap land
It eases my pain
But I still hold my hand

The worst week of my life
Is about to come
Wish I had a wife
Just to rhyme this one

Two long hours
Sitting in this confined space
My bum soars
But if I turn sidewards I see a pretty face

She slept halfway with her mouth open
Then she woke up and went to pee
And when she came back she seemed happy
And now as I get bored to death
She's working on her lappy

I'm still sitting on my seat
And trying to read
What the pretty girl is doing on her lappy

Now I've got to go
Cant really hold the pee
But I wonder If she's reading this
And secretly Falling in love with me....

Friday, July 29, 2011

2


this is my first attempt at "poetry" so please try to read as much as u can :D

Run bhola run

Bhola woke up at 6:15
Bhola is only 15 
He fought he trembled 
But soon he surrendered 

Godmother woke her in a very scary voice 
She said "Bhola waking up so late is not very nice"
He stood up and towards
The bathroom he flew 
He had to make number 2
He knew that he didn't have much time 
But he loved brushing his teeth at same time 

He came out all wet and saw the clock tower
He gave his devilish smile cause no one knew he didn't shower. 
Now began his true run, he had breakfast 
And ran towards the school bus as usual last

He wasn't sad as opposed to common sense 
As he was hoping to see Lola and was pretty tense
He reached school but he was disappointed 
Cause he couldn't find Lola wherever he pointed 

For sometime, time went real slow
But seeing Lola , bhola's face began to glow 
To tell her how he feels 
our sad hero doesn't have the guts,
Cause he is scared that he will,
Get kicked in the nuts.

And then the lectures got over soon 
As bhola's time flew looking at Lola upto noon
Bhola's interaction with Lola till now was nil
But today bhola went for the kill
He went closer and got a better look 
But with what he saw all his nerves shook

Lola had a beard 
Bhola found it weird
And he knew it wasn't fun
All his senses suggested him
Run bhola run

Ran bhola like the winds 
and this is how the "poem" endssss....



2nd one



On the roof 

On the roof I sit and wonder 
Will the lightning hit me or the thunder 
Sitting alone I think sometimes 
Why do all the lines of my poem rhyme

I like the loneliness only trees surround me 
I am at last free from all the people around me
I m not a loner but I like some free time
Why do all the lines of my poem rhyme. 

I try to be funny all day 
But it makes me wonder 
Is it who I am or it's something I create 
The mess food Is bad but still I ate. 

The poem gets worse as I try harder to go on
And after many tries I come to the conclusion
nothing rhymes with on. 
Life's getting complicated
College coming to an end 
The mere thought of working
Makes me comprehend
Is it truly what I want 
Or maybe it's all a part of being funny and "successful" plan. 


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

the second one as promised.....

:S
All my life people told me I am a hat I am a hat but what if I dont want to be a hat what if i want to be a Shoe ....
Anyways this is not about me
This is about a Shoe
I don't know much about it but I will try writing everything I know .
Well obviously the shoe is older than the time I've known it but I think I might hav seen the Shoe long before I think I've seen it as I have spent many weekends of my childhood playing in the garden the shoe grew up in I even got my arm fractured over there once. now about the:S . The shoe is one of the two things I know that doesn't understand what :S means the other one being the hat obviously .
Coming back to the shoe I have "known" the shoe for quite sometime now . The shoe likes other shoes :s . The      shoe is and has been single for the time I have known it or at least it pretended to be single for all I know. The shoe likes friends and action films unlike other shoes weird for a shoe but still you've got to live with it . At this point I think I am loosing it writing anything you have to bear with me I an a new "writer" and have never written biographies :p . Sorry for using colon p brings back ugly memories. Sorry for going off the track again coming back to shoe the again . The shoe was the only thing I knew before coming to iist(my college) . I share a very weird kind of a friendship with the shoe. We never talk to each other there are two socks that prevent me from doing so ;-). The shoe has a habit of stealing my dialogues and claiming them but its alright u see I come up with so many I don't mind giving a few away. The shoe is obsessed with Germany and German people maybe because of their excessive beer consumption. I am out of ideas for what more to write so I think I will stop before I start to make up more bad jokes.

Coming next the hat and later all the socks around me . Sorry for boring u with all the "metaphors". But It has been done out of fear of the socks .

Friday, January 14, 2011

My First

This is probably the last thing i wanted to do in my long and so far boring "winter" vacations (and there are no signs of it getting better). The vacations did start of well but sadly well begun was not half done this time except for that day and my birthday, the other days (more than 20) have been just damn  boring. I have seen 24 ,which is not as good as i thought it would be after all the hype in my hostel, i have seen 6 seasons in 2 weeks not a record but still it shows i have nothing better to do . Well based on popular demand and some stolen ideas I will start my second blog soon and i hope it will not be as bad as this one... till then allah hafiz...good bye...