The Day I Went Mad

Writing a poem isn't always easy,
thousands of thoughts make you cheesy,
like the ideas I'm having since early morning
cramming them together will prove my daring.

Not helping a bit are the continous songs in the car
that I'll have to bear on this journey long and far.
So i am going to try my level best
while my adapting skills are put to test.

now early this morning, i think and think
of my time wasted in this vacation and all
No, my favorite colour is NOT pink,
and yet, in these vacations, i've had a ball!!

What with the guests and playing guitar,
or going jogging in the early morning hour,
maybe also the gym (where i rarely go)
and BASKETBALL with its fouls and free-throw!

Future homemaker, i tried my hand at cooking
peeking and cheating when no one was looking
and later came the poor oven's turn
when i tried to bake big burnt bun(s).

May - My sisters back home, and the home so clean
have not (yet) managed to make me lean.
This vacation of mine is by far the best,
well, who knows about the rest???

And yet i ponder early morning,
that the vacation has gone Oh-so-boring,
So the problem must with me lie,
as i havent finished the poem, and the day's gonna die!

So off i go, on a serious note,
tht goes out to my friends and my favorite goat,
(and you too lame one, playing the flute),
"I can't be serious even for une minute!!!!!"

To My Friend...

In this world so full of shit,
its your luck that helps you hit,
I have been lucky, no doubt,
to get the likes of you, from the lot.

Like all people, silly and intelligent,
we had our share of good times and bad ones,
But with you good times have been excellent,
and bad ones? well no less than delicious buns!

The care and concern you often exhibit
Show me so much I myself lack,
but you make my world complete,
'guess that's what friends do "watch your back"!

So even though thoughts like these,
need no occasions to people
I'd need a time so good as any,
to let you know you(all) are my family!

Thanks for the wonderful friend,
Showing love sans boundary or end,
you made a rod like me to know how to bend,
no need to lie and no need to pretend!

Indifference

She looks at me with greedy eyes,
Makes me feel as guilty as mice.
I hurry forward before I fall in my own eyes,
trying not to care if she lives or dies.

A common story, an experience shared,
Since we all happen to see beggars spared
by some miracle or wonder of God,
spared, to die in the gutter, to stink, to rot.

I have seen the young mothers begging away,
their enfants craddled in arms, going astray,
their ribs so clear, you could count them all,
but the sorrow, the misfortune and pain in their eyes, above all!!

Oh! Am I blessed to lead such a comfortable life,
to not be able to share anything without a strife?
Or is it just us, the "chosen" ones,
entitled to squander all the money and buns?

Those sad, greedy eyes, Oh! how I hate..
for they make one feel my life's a waste.
But I do not let it happen at any cost,
am quite content with the comfort of Eros.

Such is our life, full of miserable joy,
the importance of it ending with just another boy,
But as far as I can, I choose to differ,
and as I put a penny in the outstreched palms,
I go on without any worries, without any qualms.