I don't know what this is. But I wrote it on a whim. So here goes:
Peck at it, keep pecking
Sooner or later, the light will shine through.
Keep pecking.
You'll find worms and lizards and snakes and flies.
You'll find twigs and leaves and flowers and lice.
Peck at it.
The sound you make.
Peck at it.
Keep at it till it's all out.
Keep at it till it's red and brown all about.
Leaves will fall.
Get it all out. Don't let it go.
Keep at it, till it comes out no more.
It's what you do, make it bleed.
That wound. Make it bleed.
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Tuesday, 24 February 2015
Thursday, 23 May 2013
Of Lazy Mornings and Afternoons..
Haha!
I am SO bad at keeping this blog alive. It is literally starving for posts. So here's another. A poem. Which was supposedly going to be a weekly affair but thanks to my exams and my Level 100 laziness, it wasn't.
So the following poem can be read as it is or you could play some background music from the player and rap/sing along. :D
(It is timed according to the poem. Start after initial 5 seconds.)
Lazy mornings and lazy afternoons
My head, all the while, goes ka-boom!
Work on my left and food on my right
Niggas asking me to work, looking for a fight..
I wish to dance and I wish to read..
but most of all, I wish to sleep.
Waking up is such a *&$^# chore.
All I wanna do is sleep some more!
The sun is shining and it's 45 degrees.
It is best I sit inside and eat Chinese.
Maybe I could watch some movies too.
Hey! How about a Kung Fu Cow's moo?
Pity, a pity that it's all so shitty.
The loo, the moo, and no Despicable Me 2.
Maybe, just maybe it's all part of the BIG plan.
But only saying, it could all be just a sham.
I hope you enjoy your summer. I'm sure you ARE enjoying it if you're not in Delhi.
DAMMIT I SHOULD'VE CHOSEN THE NORTH POLE FOR MY MISSION (Which you're still unaware of).
Also, I was thinking I could actually SING and upload the file. Would you like me to do that? :P
And credits to this video for the beat. NOT made by me. Earth sure has talent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtQhz6YMwPg
I am SO bad at keeping this blog alive. It is literally starving for posts. So here's another. A poem. Which was supposedly going to be a weekly affair but thanks to my exams and my Level 100 laziness, it wasn't.
So the following poem can be read as it is or you could play some background music from the player and rap/sing along. :D
(It is timed according to the poem. Start after initial 5 seconds.)
Lazy mornings and lazy afternoons
My head, all the while, goes ka-boom!
Work on my left and food on my right
Niggas asking me to work, looking for a fight..
I wish to dance and I wish to read..
but most of all, I wish to sleep.
Waking up is such a *&$^# chore.
All I wanna do is sleep some more!
The sun is shining and it's 45 degrees.
It is best I sit inside and eat Chinese.
Maybe I could watch some movies too.
Hey! How about a Kung Fu Cow's moo?
Pity, a pity that it's all so shitty.
The loo, the moo, and no Despicable Me 2.
Maybe, just maybe it's all part of the BIG plan.
But only saying, it could all be just a sham.
I hope you enjoy your summer. I'm sure you ARE enjoying it if you're not in Delhi.
DAMMIT I SHOULD'VE CHOSEN THE NORTH POLE FOR MY MISSION (Which you're still unaware of).
Also, I was thinking I could actually SING and upload the file. Would you like me to do that? :P
And credits to this video for the beat. NOT made by me. Earth sure has talent.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GtQhz6YMwPg
Thursday, 28 March 2013
Les Oceans Huge
Hello. Hi. Hi again.
I realize that I'm a bad blogger and even though nobody was really looking forward to my poems and everybody probably overlooked the fact that I did not write last week as I was supposed to, I shall still make it a point to bang my head on a granite platform for being a typical, new blogger who makes commitments and forgets about them because she found a rainbow colored pony. I'm a bad, bad person. Hit me.
No, I'm not into S&M.
No, please don't fantasize.
Do you like birthdays? I do. I especially like being the first one to wish someone on their birthday. And I usually end up being the first one due to my hard work. Back on our planet, a birthday comes up every 2 earth years, approximately . Since it takes around 750 days for our planet to complete one revolution. They're not really a big deal though. All we do is host a dinner for all the people living within a 4 km radius of the birthday Xex.(Xex is a general term used to refer to us, like 'humans' for you.) The food to be served HAS to be made by the Xex. That explains why everybody ate so less at my birthdays, I am bad at cooking. VERY bad. I can't cook to save my own life. (But I can kill with it. Yay!)
Anyway, yesterday was one of my best friend's birthday and of all the people I could forget to wish (but don't), I forgot HERS! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? Forgetting your best friend's birthday is a heinous crime! I didn't wish her at 12! I wished her at 10 fucking a.m.! So I'll write a poem for her. She loves them. Her name rhymes with Ocean. She loves ducks. (I think.)
As I looked across the sea..
I saw quite a few ducks..
Guess how many were they?
Equal to the number of I-give-a-fucks..
Life was sad, and oceans were gloomy..
But! Alas! There was a duck..
which subtly tried to woo me..
The great seas refused to accept..
And with a huge force, they leapt..
As usual, I had overslept..
Slowly and slowly, the fear, it crept..
Upon me, the waves waved..
Upon me, the wind raved..
Upon me, it was all a dream..
Upon me, the TV played Chota Bheem..
I realized my folly..
Accepted the punishment with grace..
Only to realize, it was not gonna be jolly..
I was now, locked in a maze..
How'd you find the poem? Sound off in the comments! (remember, they're not really supposed to make sense, but if you come up with some awesome interpretation, I'll totally hail you as one of THE most talented readers ever!)
Also, I take requests. REQUEST, come on!
I'm sorry I forgot to wish you woman! Forgive me o great friend, for I have sinned!
Don't wish me on my birthday. :D
Ciao!
I realize that I'm a bad blogger and even though nobody was really looking forward to my poems and everybody probably overlooked the fact that I did not write last week as I was supposed to, I shall still make it a point to bang my head on a granite platform for being a typical, new blogger who makes commitments and forgets about them because she found a rainbow colored pony. I'm a bad, bad person. Hit me.
No, I'm not into S&M.
No, please don't fantasize.
Do you like birthdays? I do. I especially like being the first one to wish someone on their birthday. And I usually end up being the first one due to my hard work. Back on our planet, a birthday comes up every 2 earth years, approximately . Since it takes around 750 days for our planet to complete one revolution. They're not really a big deal though. All we do is host a dinner for all the people living within a 4 km radius of the birthday Xex.(Xex is a general term used to refer to us, like 'humans' for you.) The food to be served HAS to be made by the Xex. That explains why everybody ate so less at my birthdays, I am bad at cooking. VERY bad. I can't cook to save my own life. (But I can kill with it. Yay!)
Anyway, yesterday was one of my best friend's birthday and of all the people I could forget to wish (but don't), I forgot HERS! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? Forgetting your best friend's birthday is a heinous crime! I didn't wish her at 12! I wished her at 10 fucking a.m.! So I'll write a poem for her. She loves them. Her name rhymes with Ocean. She loves ducks. (I think.)
As I looked across the sea..
I saw quite a few ducks..
Guess how many were they?
Equal to the number of I-give-a-fucks..
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| No. I won't. Go away. |
But! Alas! There was a duck..
which subtly tried to woo me..
The great seas refused to accept..
And with a huge force, they leapt..
As usual, I had overslept..
Slowly and slowly, the fear, it crept..
Upon me, the waves waved..
Upon me, the wind raved..
 |
| I can never go back to my ship again. Ever. |
Upon me, the TV played Chota Bheem..
I realized my folly..
Accepted the punishment with grace..
Only to realize, it was not gonna be jolly..
I was now, locked in a maze..
How'd you find the poem? Sound off in the comments! (remember, they're not really supposed to make sense, but if you come up with some awesome interpretation, I'll totally hail you as one of THE most talented readers ever!)
Also, I take requests. REQUEST, come on!
I'm sorry I forgot to wish you woman! Forgive me o great friend, for I have sinned!
Don't wish me on my birthday. :D
Ciao!
Thursday, 14 March 2013
Les Poems, Of Bongs and Slaves
YOLO peeps! Though I do have a much much longer life span than each of you. But hey! You gotta live when you gotta live.
I don't even know why I said something that unfunny.
Holy shit! 'Unfunny' is an actual word! Go figure.
So I don't have the origin story up yet BECAUSE it happened so long ago. And FINE! my white and grey cells do outnumber the quantity you have. (Actually, they don't. We have red, blue and yellow cells for memory, intelligence and beauty respectively. They're much brighter colors and break the usual white and grey standard, see? We are so much more fun than the humans even from the inside.) Anyway, so I just want everything to be true and not exaggerated. You get what I mean? I just wanna help you all to know and understand perfectly, the beginning of life on earth for an alien.
Okay fine! I have exams next week. I don't get the time to write. Go ahead and judge me!
Anyway, here's this week's le poèm läme
(In the cool music part, just imagine the coolest rap music playing in the background. Okay?)
So you thought I was going to write..
And you had a breakfast lite..
Well, sorry to disappoint you..
I was busy making my sims WooHoo!
---Cool Music---
So, I searched for my pencil
And I searched for my pen
Forgetting that the hens had gone to the den..
I wondered and wondered what the heck was wrong..
Then I remembered I was friends with a Bong!
So I guess everything makes sense.
She is afraid of getting an eye lens..
This poem is gonna send her to the moon..
Out of her house, out of her cocoon!
As lame as this poem might be...
Who cares? I'm just being Despicable Me.
I gotta train my dragon and be Brave.
Excuse me now, I gotta attend to my slave.
P.S. Bong and Slave, I hope you feel bad after reading this poem and commit suicide. For you. xoxo.
P.P.S. If you actually commit suicide, I will totally judge you cuz this poem doesn't even insult you.
P.P.P.S. This poem does not intend to hurt any other Bongs or Slaves. It refers to my 'friends' who I call Bong and Slave. :D
I don't even know why I said something that unfunny.
Holy shit! 'Unfunny' is an actual word! Go figure.
So I don't have the origin story up yet BECAUSE it happened so long ago. And FINE! my white and grey cells do outnumber the quantity you have. (Actually, they don't. We have red, blue and yellow cells for memory, intelligence and beauty respectively. They're much brighter colors and break the usual white and grey standard, see? We are so much more fun than the humans even from the inside.) Anyway, so I just want everything to be true and not exaggerated. You get what I mean? I just wanna help you all to know and understand perfectly, the beginning of life on earth for an alien.
Okay fine! I have exams next week. I don't get the time to write. Go ahead and judge me!
Anyway, here's this week's le poèm läme
(In the cool music part, just imagine the coolest rap music playing in the background. Okay?)
So you thought I was going to write..
 |
| This is Woo-Hooing. |
Well, sorry to disappoint you..
I was busy making my sims WooHoo!
---Cool Music---
So, I searched for my pencil
And I searched for my pen
Forgetting that the hens had gone to the den..
I wondered and wondered what the heck was wrong..
 |
| I know this is a duck. A bishounen duck. But I couldn't find a cooler hen! |
So I guess everything makes sense.
She is afraid of getting an eye lens..
This poem is gonna send her to the moon..
Out of her house, out of her cocoon!
As lame as this poem might be...
Who cares? I'm just being Despicable Me.
I gotta train my dragon and be Brave.
Excuse me now, I gotta attend to my slave.
P.S. Bong and Slave, I hope you feel bad after reading this poem and commit suicide. For you. xoxo.
P.P.S. If you actually commit suicide, I will totally judge you cuz this poem doesn't even insult you.
P.P.P.S. This poem does not intend to hurt any other Bongs or Slaves. It refers to my 'friends' who I call Bong and Slave. :D
Wednesday, 6 March 2013
Les Poèms d'young X'hal
Bonjour mes amis!
Living on planet Earth for more than ten years has opened up my minds (yes, plural), to different forms of art such as moving ones body in weird ways, commonly called dancing, using uniformly coordinated hair dipped in artificial colors and moving it around on a surface, referred to as painting and rhyming, or what it's commonly called poetry, though I've only figured out the rhyming part. I mean, why is a prose which does not have an ounce of rhyme still called poetry? That is stupid. Poetry is fun as long as you rhyme, otherwise it ain't worth even a dime.
As many of you already know, I am a budding poet ('cuz I rhyme, fellas!) who has already released about three volumes of her work. You can read them on my blog archives, titled 'Les Poèms Lämes', they're really cool and I'm sure you'll love them. If you don't, get yourself to like them.
On popular demand, I'm bringing back my amazing, witty and absolutely delighting creations in this world. But, sad part is, I'll only do them weekly.
Here's a BACK TO POETRY! poem for this week.
"Come back! Come back!" screamed the birds.
"Revenez! Revenez!" cried the turds.
Everyone was shouting.
Abandoning their outing.
It touched me way too deep
I cried to all, "My dear peep!
Fear not, for I shall be back."
And the token black guy said
"Dayyumn! That iiis WHACK!"
The waterfalls ceased to fall..
In the ballroom, danced a football..
The speakers no longer spake..
And humans would no longer mate..
Here I am, back from the break
For another, for a third take..
On every Thursday, I shall write..
Beware! I might even bite. ;)
I'll take requests, there are a few pending ones already though.
But do not worry peeps! I shall create a life out of your requests soon enough!
P.S. Origin story soon to be up!
For now..
FOLLOW THAT CAR!
Living on planet Earth for more than ten years has opened up my minds (yes, plural), to different forms of art such as moving ones body in weird ways, commonly called dancing, using uniformly coordinated hair dipped in artificial colors and moving it around on a surface, referred to as painting and rhyming, or what it's commonly called poetry, though I've only figured out the rhyming part. I mean, why is a prose which does not have an ounce of rhyme still called poetry? That is stupid. Poetry is fun as long as you rhyme, otherwise it ain't worth even a dime.
As many of you already know, I am a budding poet ('cuz I rhyme, fellas!) who has already released about three volumes of her work. You can read them on my blog archives, titled 'Les Poèms Lämes', they're really cool and I'm sure you'll love them. If you don't, get yourself to like them.
On popular demand, I'm bringing back my amazing, witty and absolutely delighting creations in this world. But, sad part is, I'll only do them weekly.
Here's a BACK TO POETRY! poem for this week.
"Come back! Come back!" screamed the birds.
"Revenez! Revenez!" cried the turds.
Everyone was shouting.
Abandoning their outing.
It touched me way too deep
I cried to all, "My dear peep!
And the token black guy said
"Dayyumn! That iiis WHACK!"
The waterfalls ceased to fall..
In the ballroom, danced a football..
The speakers no longer spake..
And humans would no longer mate..
Here I am, back from the break
For another, for a third take..
On every Thursday, I shall write..
Beware! I might even bite. ;)
I'll take requests, there are a few pending ones already though.
But do not worry peeps! I shall create a life out of your requests soon enough!
P.S. Origin story soon to be up!
For now..
FOLLOW THAT CAR!
Friday, 22 June 2012
LPL Vol III Night I
June 21,2012
21:20
Poem requested by Ishant
For encouragement for his homeopathy examinations
The little white white balls
dipped in 50% di-ols..
Though bigger than his brain,
which can barely stand up to a grain,
Ishant's being forced to do the drill
Without being given any memory pill
And hence his days are all gloom..
where nothing but the nerd will bloom..
So put on your specs!
Stop thinking about gay sex!
Your goal isn't homo-path!
Why couldn't you instead choose math?
But no! You had to do something with human anatomy..
First those dumb Pharms, then this physiology!
Now study! Study you fool!
Think of this as nothing but a tool
For the future, when you'll swim in cash..
And the white balls, you will smash..;)
21:50
Ducks' quacks and the cows' moo
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| A sample of the epic fail. |
I know cows aren't found there
But there was nothing that rhymes so clear
So,I'll continue with the point I was going to make..
Before drinking the martini that I am yet to shake
These animals, though not for sale
are found on facebook, EPIC fail
Available in 'hawt' girls and douche males
But I bet it's better to buy dinosaur tails -_-
22:15
Requested by myself, a poem on admissions!
Stephens ki cut off ninety seven
huh?That's it?Why not hundred eleven?
Admission in DU,admission somewhere
No,you won't take me?As if I care..:x
6000 seats only??
An yet I feel so lonely??
Wait!,how come all my friends got in..
Have I committed such a great sin?
What about my toils?
and the mutual induction of coils?
Why, with me, this nainsaafi?
They don't even deserve my maafi!
June 22, 2012
00:14
Requested by Aanchal,A poem on XII A
Sciencies of Twenty Twelve
In the room without natural light, we dwelve..
3 rows and 1 half..
39 students only knew how to laugh..
Physics class was Lotus Temple
And Chem was full of metter..
Bio mein chanda-paro ki film..
No one cared about being slim
Lunch tak there shouldn't be any tiffin full
To accomplish this, everyone became a bull!
Maths?Hahahaha!you're kidding right?
we didn't even know what was in our sight.
English? Don't even ask mayya..
Boards mei duba di hum sabki nayya!
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Thursday, 21 June 2012
Les Poèms Lämes Volume II Part II
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March 15, 2011
22:57
Is time to call the shots?
Is it time to give up,
When everything around is corrupt?
23:14
That piece of rock is your gold..
Perfection, pure, divine, serene..
You dive in the middle of nowhere..
Just to win this game..
Realization comes way too late..
And earlier there wasn't any time to wait..
After losing it all..there's no one to share..
You might proudly proclaim..'I don't care'..
But deep down..you regret..what you dared..
23:52
But what if the windows to one's soul..
Are all shut..and deaf to any call..?
Would you make some effort..
Or hit them with a pointed pebbles?
That 'one' desires to remain lost..
Would you still remove the gathered moss?
In the middle of a cyclone..
Indifferent to everything in the path..
Interefere..or let them be?
Do the options lie with me?
March 16, 2011
00:38
Be it someone's rise..or a hard fall..
One might take it in a negative sense..
But it's time we looked tnrough a different lens..
It gives you the insight into people's lives..
Bad? Na..there are so many times..
When you learn from their toils..
From repeating their mistake..you survive..
As long as used in the manner allowed..
That is..follow the words that you 'vowed'..
From creating ripples, you should refrain..
And that's how ..trust begins..
21:53
Every description would lack..
Shines as a star..
Dull as a war..
The solitude it harbours..
The crowd it overpowers..
The blinding emptiness..
The cruel fulfillment..
The sins it covers..
The shadows it hides..
So much more it carries..
A saint for some..for others a devil..
Its role in the life..varies
The shimmering dark..
Doesn't fail to make a mark..
Adjectives incorrct?
Nahh..just let black resurrect..
March 19, 2011
22:49
Color everyone in sight I will..
'Save water' will be ignored..
As we drown in the Holi ka shor..
With the biggest of smiles..
That stretches to miles..
I wish you Happy Holi!! :D
March 23, 2011
22:43
So I got a request on boards..
And I'll have to switch between modes..
Boards seem to be terrifying..
Which the fun we have after them is nullifying..
So patiently wait for them to terminate..
And then you can go germinate..
While you wait..for the date..
I'll go eat my birthday cake..
And Prabs..You've got to forgive me,,
For this poem..which does not mean..but is..
23:21
Lie some moles of atoms and elements..
Which are needed for compound preparation..
The electrons just dance about.,
Pure flirts no doubt!
And the poor protons caged..
By the nucleus in a maze..
Will the protons ever be free?
Will they ever themselves be?
Why are the negatives all similar?
And the pluses the serial kilers?
As it is,,birds of a feather flock together..
Man.it's such a boring weather..
22:04
Gautam ganbhir..
I know you're a veer...
Ciao!
TheRandomThinker :D
I know you're a veer...
But what the fuck were you thinking?
When you decided to run while sinking??
Well from Dhoni I had some hopes..
But it seems the captain couldn't cope..
However, thank god for Yuvraj..
I just wish he saves our laj..
And wtf are aus freaking bowlers doing?
Coming in between the pitch and mooing?
They better get out of the way.
Or in their beds they will sway!
* * * * * * * END OF VOLUME II * * * * * * *
And when I stepped on a lizard, forcing it to let go of its tail, and eventually killing it..its blood on my hands (feet, actually)..I could do nothing..but dedicate him/her a poem..
R.I.P. Lizard..
September 24, 2011
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| No, this is not the one I killed. I googled this one. We humans are lucky our dead bodies don't lie around! |
22:22
I stepped into the room..
And the world went boom!
A life drained out beneath my feet..
For the second time, I did this deed..
Unintentional it was, I swear..
I shouted and climbed up the bed in fear..
The lizard was no longer there..
And its blood, on my feet, was smeared..
And that, my dear fans, brings us to the end of my old poems..the best poems of 2011.
AND NOW! Since I've absolutely nothing to do but fret over my admission in some college..
The remaining summer of 2012 will be filled with nothing but poems, poems and some more lame poems..
You can comment and I'll accept the following things:
- Requests for poems
- Hate mail
- Cash, DD, Cheques etc
- Appreciation
- Jokes
Be ready for the REAL poetry.
BUT BUT BUT, Betwixt and Beyond is not a blog entirely dedicated to the field of lame poetry, I will think of something else to do with this..maybe.
TheRandomThinker :D
Les Poèms Lämes Volume II Part I
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And again! I didn't have anything to do in March after the pathetic class XI results..
Hence began Volume II..
Also, after publishing Part II of Volume II, I'll be coming up with new (!!) work! So brace yourselves! :D
March 8, 2011
22:58
It's a long lonely night..
Nobody's in my line of sight.
The results are out..
The quiet voices are way too loud..
23:07
What has happened to the 'next generation'?
Maybe everybody needs salvation..
Why can't they just get over 'it'..
With more important things they should sit..
23:10
With optimism I'm filled..
One day it's gonna get you killed..
I know that didn't make sense..
However, I used the correct tense!
23:32
What the fuck is wrong??
Why are my messages (to send)taking so long?
Something's wrong with vodafone..
Huh..maybe they just need a loan.
23:34
Uh..I've got the news so NOT great,,
That I'm even recieving replies very late!
My fans,in this way, must not be troubled..
Or the vodafone headquarters will be in rubble! X-(
23:37
My efforts are definitely not going in vain..
Writing such poetry is not a pain..
It is an art well admired..
By those who don't wanna be fired..:p
23:42
Beautiful reactions I finally recieve..
Ah! Those beautiful ideas we conceive..
I thank all my fans..
Advice: in summers,Refrain from getting a tan..
Look at their crust..
Seem good enough to trust?
Look deeper, look closer..
Is it still the same 'simple and sober'?
Test it, manifest it..
Are you sure it's not made up shit?
Still the same plain Jane?
Well, why shouldn't you be game?
Still the same as they were..
Even after you pushed them off shore?
This is the person you should befriend..
Leave aside all
Go ahead..trust, play, comprehend..
21:17
Requested by Amogh Dhar, a poem titled :
'My Last Poem'
23:53
Suraj had a problem with the last poem..So:
I must clear the air..
My last poem was a bit unfair..
'Never lie' is not what I meant..
With lying, some problems can be dealt..
Clever and shrewd, like a fox..
The lies can be passed of as normal talks..
That does the trick..
To find your crime no way should click..
March 13, 2011
23:59
So here's some news..
A little changed are my views..
The computer seems uninteresting..
And the phone very unaddictive..
It's time for the flower to bloom..
'cuz 12th Boards are coming soon..:D
March 14, 2011
20:39
Good luck poem for Oshin:
22:58
It's a long lonely night..
Nobody's in my line of sight.
The results are out..
The quiet voices are way too loud..
23:07
What has happened to the 'next generation'?
Maybe everybody needs salvation..
Why can't they just get over 'it'..
With more important things they should sit..
23:10
With optimism I'm filled..
One day it's gonna get you killed..
I know that didn't make sense..
However, I used the correct tense!
23:32
What the fuck is wrong??
Why are my messages (to send)taking so long?
Something's wrong with vodafone..
Huh..maybe they just need a loan.
23:34
Uh..I've got the news so NOT great,,
That I'm even recieving replies very late!
My fans,in this way, must not be troubled..
Or the vodafone headquarters will be in rubble! X-(
23:37
My efforts are definitely not going in vain..
Writing such poetry is not a pain..
It is an art well admired..
By those who don't wanna be fired..:p
23:42
Beautiful reactions I finally recieve..
Ah! Those beautiful ideas we conceive..
I thank all my fans..
Advice: in summers,Refrain from getting a tan..
March 9, 2011
00:16
On special request of Srishti Monga..
00:16
On special request of Srishti Monga..
A poem based on 'Trust'..
Look at their crust..
Seem good enough to trust?
Look deeper, look closer..
Is it still the same 'simple and sober'?
Test it, manifest it..
Are you sure it's not made up shit?
Still the same plain Jane?
Well, why shouldn't you be game?
Still the same as they were..
Even after you pushed them off shore?
This is the person you should befriend..
Leave aside all
Go ahead..trust, play, comprehend..
21:17
Requested by Amogh Dhar, a poem titled :
'My Last Poem'
I wonder what my last poem's gonna be like..
It might be boring or sad..
Or Could even turn out to be a delight..
The day I give up writing poetry..
It will be the end of world's symmetry..
For your compliments, I send 'thanks'..
I couldn't care less for the 'Not my fans'..
Life is what you make it..
It'd be better to stir..than to shake it..
Though I've kinda run out of rhymes..
But 'Les Poèms Lämes' will still shine..
March 10,2011
23:43
Poems today I'll write none..
'cuz tomorrow is the rise of the new sun..
Class 12 comes calling..
Careful! Save yourself from falling..
March 11, 2011
22:18
Requested by Arshiya, a poem on her.
It might be boring or sad..
Or Could even turn out to be a delight..
The day I give up writing poetry..
It will be the end of world's symmetry..
For your compliments, I send 'thanks'..
I couldn't care less for the 'Not my fans'..
Life is what you make it..
It'd be better to stir..than to shake it..
Though I've kinda run out of rhymes..
But 'Les Poèms Lämes' will still shine..
March 10,2011
23:43
Poems today I'll write none..
'cuz tomorrow is the rise of the new sun..
Class 12 comes calling..
Careful! Save yourself from falling..
March 11, 2011
22:18
Requested by Arshiya, a poem on her.
So unexpected are people's natures..
Which Sometimes do and at times don't suit their stature..
However, with her beautiful curls
Arshiya..one of the best girls..:)
One not to be negative with..
Which Sometimes do and at times don't suit their stature..
However, with her beautiful curls
Arshiya..one of the best girls..:)
One not to be negative with..
An honestly sweet girl is not a myth..
To have fun she loves to the core..
But her friends, she loves even more..
I thank her for being so cute..
And for sharing her food..:D
22:28
On request of Oshin..a poem on pharmacy!
To have fun she loves to the core..
But her friends, she loves even more..
I thank her for being so cute..
And for sharing her food..:D
22:28
On request of Oshin..a poem on pharmacy!
I don't know a single thing..
Pharmacy..of science..is a wing..
Oshin, you suggested a theme..
Of which my knowledge is lean.
Pharm or farm..
Call it whatever..it does no harm,,
Something stupid to do with drugs..
Which she drinks in big big mugs..
Even though I don't care..
Oshin is sick of pharmacy's share.
Eating her time it is..
Not making things easier..for her first kiss..
Be patient, choose sedation..
That my friend,.would be my suggestion..
In your exams..you will do well..
Or maybe..the pharms can just go to hell..
Pharmacy..of science..is a wing..
Oshin, you suggested a theme..
Of which my knowledge is lean.
Pharm or farm..
Call it whatever..it does no harm,,
Something stupid to do with drugs..
Which she drinks in big big mugs..
Even though I don't care..
Oshin is sick of pharmacy's share.
Eating her time it is..
Not making things easier..for her first kiss..
Be patient, choose sedation..
That my friend,.would be my suggestion..
In your exams..you will do well..
Or maybe..the pharms can just go to hell..
22:43
Muhahaha!
Kidding I was..
You can just say say 'kaash'..
My last poem will never come..
Even if you pray 6 times infinity plus infinity ka sum..
But if my friend..you said 'she shouldn't.'..
To you..my dear..'of course..i wouldn't..'..
March 12, 2011
22:39
So..I just read this thing..
Which said 'poems should be'..
Huh..I like my style better..
I start with a capital letter..
Crystal clear my poetry is..
Through and through..the shiz..
The rules and preconceptions don't even matter..
Theirs or mine? I'd prefer the latter..
Chocolate cake or apple tart..
None is better than my art..:D
Muhahaha!
Kidding I was..
You can just say say 'kaash'..
My last poem will never come..
Even if you pray 6 times infinity plus infinity ka sum..
But if my friend..you said 'she shouldn't.'..
To you..my dear..'of course..i wouldn't..'..
March 12, 2011
22:39
So..I just read this thing..
Which said 'poems should be'..
Huh..I like my style better..
I start with a capital letter..
Crystal clear my poetry is..
Through and through..the shiz..
The rules and preconceptions don't even matter..
Theirs or mine? I'd prefer the latter..
Chocolate cake or apple tart..
None is better than my art..:D
23:42
Lying takes you nowhere..
Maybe a dead jungle with none to care
Shout you will, till you voice is coarse..
Not a friend will acknowledge the source./
The white lies might be excused..
The forgiveness though..could even be refused..
With care and caution..one should lie..
The care and trust must not die..
Lying takes you nowhere..
Maybe a dead jungle with none to care
Shout you will, till you voice is coarse..
Not a friend will acknowledge the source./
The white lies might be excused..
The forgiveness though..could even be refused..
With care and caution..one should lie..
The care and trust must not die..
23:53
Suraj had a problem with the last poem..So:
I must clear the air..
My last poem was a bit unfair..
'Never lie' is not what I meant..
With lying, some problems can be dealt..
Clever and shrewd, like a fox..
The lies can be passed of as normal talks..
That does the trick..
To find your crime no way should click..
March 13, 2011
23:59
So here's some news..
A little changed are my views..
The computer seems uninteresting..
And the phone very unaddictive..
It's time for the flower to bloom..
'cuz 12th Boards are coming soon..:D
March 14, 2011
20:39
Good luck poem for Oshin:
Since your exams start from tomorrow..
Your soul is going to be drowned in sorrow..
However, try being a this-worries-me-not..
And by the dumb questions..don't get caught..
After the exams, you can rest..
Till then..my wishes..All the best! :D
22:44
Lose determination is a habit so evil..
So thought, Jonathan, the seagull..
He flew and flew and flew..
Over the seas and the winds that blew..
A highly overpriced stupid little book..
That it recieved our evil look..
However, it's no more our kind..
11th is so out of our mind(s)..
Your soul is going to be drowned in sorrow..
However, try being a this-worries-me-not..
And by the dumb questions..don't get caught..
After the exams, you can rest..
Till then..my wishes..All the best! :D
22:44
Lose determination is a habit so evil..
So thought, Jonathan, the seagull..
He flew and flew and flew..
Over the seas and the winds that blew..
A highly overpriced stupid little book..
That it recieved our evil look..
However, it's no more our kind..
11th is so out of our mind(s)..
Wednesday, 20 June 2012
Les Poèms Lämes (Night Three)
ARCHIVES
VOLUME I
Night Three
January 13, 2011
01:10
A certain someone commented
“You rhyme ‘cuz you have no balance decremented”
That insult I could not bear
But with grace, it was accepted, hear oh hear!
01:15
Background music to life I desire
So that for eternity, we could set the stage on fire
But alas! That wish will not be fulfilled
Since the fire could get someone killed
01:17
The hopes you have that I’d stop are so ugly
That their chances have gone to play rugby..
The fact was and remains
That I, be the mistress, of ‘Les Poèms Lämes’
--Interruption--
*Silence*
12:45 pm
For last night, I send an apology..
The following had been the chronology
My mother had taken my cell..
Hence, you see, my poems I could not tell..
07:10 pm
It is with great displeasure I announce,
That Volume I has almost completed its rounds..
Tomorrow’s night being the last
Then, ‘Les Poèms Lämes’ will cease to fast..
Five nights in a row..
You must’ve had to adjust your bow..
Tomorrow’s the time for ‘tc..cia..byeezzz’
And we shall continue with our liezz..
---End of Night Three---
January 23, 2011
23:14
Seems like somebody sang a lullaby..
Which made everyone slip into a lie..
Except the poetry’s queen..
Who’s thinking of turning mean..
* * * * * * * END OF VOLUME I * * * * * * *
And finally! The end of volume I.
Texting poems to all the awesome people I know and destroying their nights was one hell of an 'experience'. This in no way was the end of my poems..cuz EVIL never dies!! >:)
Les Poèms Lämes (Night Two)
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VOLUME I
Night Two
Here goes the Night Two of my amazingly awesome poems!
January 12, 2011
00:15
Now the time has arrived
When my poems will be hyped
Teachers, students, parents alike
Will not be able to rhyme with pride
00:17
Today a special I’ve introduced
I will take requests from my fans
To let this be continued
I must not let my mind be unmute
00:21
Requests for poems
On their favorite topics
Or requests for silence
Which might or might not go unnoticed
00:25
Request by Srish, on Love:
Love, love oh love
Gosh! You’re such a stupid dove
Whatever has happened to my sense of humour?
Anyway, it’s time to woo her!
00:29
I dare, I challenge, I ask
Is there anyone as good with this task?
My mastery comes from within
The lovely beauty of my sin..
00:35
For Utk:
People are so moody..
They send a message..’dudeeyyy?’
Then they disappear forever and ever..
But the ever’s 2 dozen hours..
Yes, they’re that clever..
00:40
Les Poems Lames continue to rock!
Destroying all the lovers of pop!
Yo baby! Let’s hip and hop
Oh no! Run! There comes the cop.
00:48
It’s time for some appreciation
Ladies and gentlemen, some simplification
The world goes round and round..
But that couldn’t save it from californication..
01:09
Requested by Ashish, On himself:
The poet likes my creation
Ah! That sends me into elation!
His works continue to inspire me
The question never arises, to be or not to be?
The ‘gora chitta’ Bengali
Who can ever defeat Bernoulli
Can make you feel comfortable
In any situation that may or may not be imaginable.
The advertisement for subscription:
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That will make bodies turn intheir wreckage
The chance to destroy your nights and days
By subscribing to ‘Les Poèms Lämes’
If you want to have a look
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Send a text to this number
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---End of Night Two---
Les Poèms Lämes
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VOLUME I
Night One
WARNING: Do NOT look for sense in these poems. You have been warned.
ENJOY! :D
January 10, 2011
23: 45 pm
Uh. I am bored.
Nobody's awake.
So I'll pen this rhyme.
Just for my sake.
Do not mind.
If you cannot find.
A reason for this note.
Just carry on with your boat.
23:48
I know the last one sucked
But that's because my poems are completely fucked.
It's very obvious the following must happen..
All poets should have me eat a poisoned apple.
23:58
I'm trying to make more
But it's such a chore
Bah! Poetry is such a bore
This winter has made my throat sore.
January 11, 2011
00:20 am
Sometimes how I wonder
What had led to such a blunder?
Cinderella left her glass shoe..
Just out of the blue??
-----Interruption----
00:23
Ocean:
I am sitting on my chair
Isn't it unfair?
Donald duck gets the share..
Why do I even care?
00:24
Me:
It is your state
To take the bait
It could have been worse
Had it not been for the curse.
00:27
Ocean:
Here comes the nurse
Give her the purse
She wants to go surf
If you don't, she'll burp
00:29
Me:
Dude, you're so insecure
It is time you be assured
That my poems are so punk
That nothing could be more fucked.
00:32
Ocean:
Well, mine sucked more
Look at that whore
Even she looks a bore
Let's see what's next in your store.
00:34
Me:
To realize it is time
That I can make anything rhyme
I am the best at the fight
Yes, you might wanna take my life.
00:55
Ocean
Wait and watch as I shatter your pride
You'll leave your home on a camel ride
Brad Pitt's got a new wife
The day I died was the best day of my life.
00:57
Me:
You are such a cheater
You took the song and put it in a heater
The crime will make you pay dearly
Unless you state the reasons very clearly.
01:02
Ocean:
We can put the songs anywhere
It's a democratic country my dear
So, you better shut your mouth
Or go, settle in the south
01:03
Me:
You lowly being,
Are challenging my authority
You must already be seeing..
The scene of your platelets' minority..
01:13
Ocean:
My blood cells are normal
Yes, I do have friends who're abnormal
One of them loves playing with pencils
But the truth is, she deserves to wash utensils..
---End of Night One---
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