Category Archives: Poetry!

Oblivion Is Bliss!!!


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That impulse is dying down..

As the child in me is growing up..

As I’m learning to register the facts..

That the bonds are as strong..

As the need of the hour..

That relationships might not last forever..

That it always is a matter of convenience..

Which is why they tell, what is partially true..

And it did not happen out of the blue..

Things have always been like this..

It struck me today.. It struck so late..

Now its hard to keep alive, the faith..

All I can say now is, that oblivion is bliss!

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Chocolates!


My mood easily sways.. (‘~’)

Chocolates help always.. ~</:-)

Dairy milk when I’m tired.. zZzzzZZz..

Munch pop-chocs when I’m bored.. 😐

Ferrero Rocher if I’m sad.. 😦

Munch it is.. when I’m glad.. 🙂

Hot chocolate while it’s raining.. “;’.’,’;’.’.”..

Bournville when he is flirting ❤

Melody when I have to share.. :/

If it’s five-star I don’t care.. :C

I’ll eat Milky Bar alone.. 😦

Because Relish is long gone, ^_^

I have to eat Bar-one, :d

And I miss Kismi Bars.. ^..^

Personally hate Mars!! <\3

It has got to be Kit-kat.. !^_*!

Whenever I need a break!! \m/

I love to have Choco-pies.. :*

When all the fun dies!! :-{

Crackle is a school time favorite.. :’)

There is a lot to relate.. 😎

But time is what is short.. :/

So I’ll have Cadbury shot!! 😛

PS: I’d love to know what are your favorites, must-eat once in 2 days, I recommend you to eat, not even look at chocolates!!


Sweet Ain’t Good


I was talking to an old friend..
And what had been once a trend..
Happened to me once again..


A long time it had been..
Since someone called me sweet..
It would, once have been a treat..


But, there's nothing to celebrate..
Today, I'm in a different state..
Okay, I'll speak it straight..


May be I'm not sweet anymore..
Now, I prefer spicy, or..
Even lemon like sour!!


I have changed with time..
And I would in fact admire..
If you find me salt-like..


Back then I was naive..
Learnt with time, I have..
A lesson that's pretty grave..


From an elder's point of view..
That all that is simply too..
sweet may rot and be no good!

#Sometimes You Need To..


Sometimes You Need To Make..

A Prayer, Just Before You Flake!!

Sometimes You Need To Laugh On Your Own Mistake..

Declare Yourself Idiot And Go For A Retake!!

Sometimes You Need To Take A Break..

Leaving Everything You Own, At Stake!!

Sometimes You Need To Simply Sit Back..

Close Your Eyes, Relax; Yet, Stay Awake!!

Sometimes You Need To Listen To That..

Lullaby.. Your Mother Used To Chant!!

Sometimes You Need To Go Back..

Far Far Down The Memory Lane!!

Sometimes You Need To Recollect..

Or Plainly Look At That Keepsake!!

Sometimes You Need To Be Yourself Again..

For No One Else But Your Own Sake!!

Sometimes You Need To Stop Being Fake..

Only Then Things Will Be Jake!!


My Reply To Eris


I was a little disturbed a while ago.. But my conviction that every time you enter a crisis.. you step out stronger.. If one door is closed in your face.. There’s no use standing there disappointed.. Either break that door or turn around to find other open ones!! I did not lose hope.. I tried and it worked!! Here’s the story:

Dear Eris,

Your poem blew away my mind.!!

Its amazing how a poetry of mine..

Fetched another one of it’s kind.!!

So I’ll tell you what made me jive..

In the simplest words that I could find.!!

I was sitting with him in the dining hall..

He’s my father.. I’m his doll.!! (:p)

He’s a li’l conservative and I’m off the wall!!

You might not find it interesting at all..

It was a stainless steel glass after-all..

Which contained a yogurt-based..

Popular Punjabi (Indian) beverage..

Lassi” is what.. it is called!!

It keeps your body cool and brain relaxed!!

This is a harsh piece of information..

But this is what always happens..

To a lot of girls who are Indians..

They get married after graduation..

But, I want to go out for higher eduation..

My family had their own objections!!

All my elder sisters thought…

That there is no hope..

But again as I said…

I convinced my dad..

He told me of his fears..

When you talk, doubt clears..

I tried and it worked..

It worked because I tried..

I know it’s not rhyming too..

But, I’m sure now you see..

I was hiding nothing..

I just could not frame..

My words back then..

But, your lines inspired mine..

And we have another of it’s kind!!

This was the only way..

I could hug you back..

Now to write would be like to play!!

I’m glad to have found a blogging friend.. in you!!

PS

Thanks a lot!! 😀

Cheers!!


Eris is all curious!!


When I said I’ll try, Eris saw!!

When I said I tried and it worked.. Eris was happy.. and curious.. Let’s se what s/he has to say:

Oh, what did you try?
What did you try?
Now you’ve got me all curious.
Poetry, poetry- what is it you’ve done?
You can’t answer in a poem and expect that I’ll run-
Away from the chance to ask
I want to know what it is that you tried
And what drink you had in your flask
Was it cherry or mango or apple-like juice
Or more of an alcoholic tint
I just can’t think what it might have been
Did you enjoy a tea with mint?
No! It’s all private Eris, why can’t you see?
You’re prying too fast and too hard
Let the poor gal have a chance to be
Before she breaks into shards.

The drink isn’t important, it’s what you did!
You said that soon you would try
I want to know what you’ve gone and hid
But my manner is far too un-shy
Then again that’s how you were is it not?
You’ve shown valor and courage abound
By trying that thing that you said you would do
I find myself strangely proud
I know it won’t rhyme if I put it like that
I suppose I don’t really care
I’m happy you’ve reached for and found success
But sad I can’t be there
To hug. <3

Oh well. Have a silly poem in return!
May your days be as exuberant as ever!
-Eris

PS: Rockin' moral! I can dig that all the way out
of the ground and take it home with me. <3

PS: You must visit the fluid gender’d author’s blog once and spend some time there!! S/He is very hospitable! 🙂


I Tried and It Worked!!


I felt so vulnerable..
But, thought I'll be able..
To speak what's in my mind..
So, over the beverage..
I gathered all my courage..

I told him what I think..
In an eye's blink..
He was patient and kind..
He kept his point of view..
I sensed a deja vu!!

I had seen this now and then..
In my dreams, but when..
It's really happening this time..
I felt a rush of joy..
I'm free now, Oh boy!!!

I tried and it worked..
It worked because I tried..
And all this while..
I thought it will never happen..
But now I know, I was mistaken!!

P.S.

When I said, I’ll try, I was pretty nervous.. But, now that I’ve tried, and it has really worked.. I want you all to know that even if you do not know the story, you should know its moral. 😛

Moral of the story: Do not quit without trying for a while! 🙂


In Memory Of “Lemo”


She’s angry because she had to bathe

My first bird friend..
A lovely parakeet...
As 'big' as my hand..
With feathers that were green...
And markings that were black..
She was so charming...
Great time we had..
Was used to hand-feeding...
That little young maid..
At times she was a darling...
Her mandible I would pat..
And sometimes so annoying...
She would turn away her back!!!
But, one day she was lying...
Outside in her cage..
When came an old flying...
Another feathered friend..
With a murderous frenzy...
Oh Lemo!! You misread..
The next scene is appalling...
I dare not envisage!!
Oh!!! I'm still missing...
My first bird friend..!!
Aqua and Lemo were adopted together

  I wish you could live longer..
But my wish can not come true..
I hope you get God's blessing..
My prayers are still with you!!
She is still angry about it 😛

Happy Birthday!!


Today is my blog’s birthday :), and my best friend’s as well.. He was a “good friend” last year… but now he’s the best.. irreplaceable.. most amazing, a total sweetheart.. here’s the birthday surprise for you..

“Birthday Boy and Me”
Happy Birth Day to....
my guide, my friend!!
All the time that..
Together we spend..
Be it live, or on chat..
Becomes a memory to....
Cherish afterwards!!
I might not be able..
to remember the words..
but feelings my friend, are unforgettable!!
EASY 
HAPPY
SPECIAL
EXCEPTIONAL
HONEST
EXUBERANT
LOVED
PROTECTED
COMFORTABLE
AMICABLE
All I have to do....
When I'm sad or upset..
Is to call you up..
And You take my fret..
You cheer me up!!
"I'm there for you!!"..
Is all you say..
And I don't know how..
It makes my day..
Even till now..
I wasn't failed by you
In three long years..
Not once, all along..
You have given me tears!!
So here's the song..

Happy Birthday To You

(repeat, in tune)

Happy Birthday To You

Happy Birthday Dear M.S. (:P)

Happy Birthday To You!!

M.S., P.S., S.M.

P.S.

Did not want to irritate you like I did, but my poem was not finished..

I hope you really like it, and one day you will have learnt it, by heart..

Lots and lots of love and best wishes!!

“Full On Masti :)”

To All The Bird Lovers


I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

____By Maya Angelou

A humble request to all the bird lovers out there.

Please.. Train your pet birds, allow them to come out of their cage.. Do not keep them inside their cage always. Love your birds and let them be free!!!


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