Excited. Grinning. Happy.
Giggling. Laughing. Cheery.
Jumping. Amused. Lively.
Morbid. Annoyed. Grumpy.
Mad. Pissed. Cranky.
Depressed. Listless. Grouchy.
These are the extremes in me
There are days when i wonder
which emotion will i be.
And now looking at
the sad poems i write
Its no wonder there
isn't a reader in sight!
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
A Tear
From the depths of my computer, something i wrote during one of those times when nothing seems to go right.
A single tear,
An ocean full of emotions,
A single tear,
A gamut of sensations.
A silent tear,
A wordless plea,
A silent tear,
For no one to see.
A pained tear,
Over hours I have cried,
A pained tear,
Over dreams that have died.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Making a Phone Call
Another long forgotten piece that deserves to see beyond an obscure folder in my D drive.
“The number you have
Called is busy.
Please try again later”
An unknown woman
A strange voice
And yet you have begun to
REALLY hate her.
“Please press 1 for english
2 for hindi and 3 to
Know your (very long) bill”
The electronic voice
Irritates you loads
And makes you
So want to kill!
“Your call is important to us
Please stay on the line.”
You are repeatedly told
Little does the machine
Know that you mother
Dusted you twice
While you were on hold!!
-Avantika (29.09.06)
“The number you have
Called is busy.
Please try again later”
An unknown woman
A strange voice
And yet you have begun to
REALLY hate her.
“Please press 1 for english
2 for hindi and 3 to
Know your (very long) bill”
The electronic voice
Irritates you loads
And makes you
So want to kill!
“Your call is important to us
Please stay on the line.”
You are repeatedly told
Little does the machine
Know that you mother
Dusted you twice
While you were on hold!!
-Avantika (29.09.06)
Sunday Mornings
Found this in a long forgotten folder in my computer (apparently my computer is as cluttered as my wardrobe and table. Sigh).
Turning and twisting
And lying and sprawling
Wondering what to do next
“Get out of bed” you
Maybe might think
But you ask your
Conscience to give it a rest!
“It’s Sunday morning
And not even noon
The sun aint properly up yet
Getting out of bed
Isn’t the done thing
For Sunday it’s just too soon!
“Too soon” your annoying
Conscience retorts
“You’re just staring at the
Ceiling over you”
“Not staring but thinking”
You reply
“For a Sunday morning
That’s exercise too!”
“Bah!” says your still
Annoying conscience to you
“Another waste of half a day
People have been up and
About with the sun
What have you done with your hay?”
“All right mister (or miss)
That’s enough said already
You’re doing the sowing
But I’ll have to reap”
Saying thus you close your
Tired little eyes
And go back to a conscience free sleep!!
-Avantika (29.09.06)
Turning and twisting
And lying and sprawling
Wondering what to do next
“Get out of bed” you
Maybe might think
But you ask your
Conscience to give it a rest!
“It’s Sunday morning
And not even noon
The sun aint properly up yet
Getting out of bed
Isn’t the done thing
For Sunday it’s just too soon!
“Too soon” your annoying
Conscience retorts
“You’re just staring at the
Ceiling over you”
“Not staring but thinking”
You reply
“For a Sunday morning
That’s exercise too!”
“Bah!” says your still
Annoying conscience to you
“Another waste of half a day
People have been up and
About with the sun
What have you done with your hay?”
“All right mister (or miss)
That’s enough said already
You’re doing the sowing
But I’ll have to reap”
Saying thus you close your
Tired little eyes
And go back to a conscience free sleep!!
-Avantika (29.09.06)
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