My Own

There is so much to give
But yet, I want to give you
Something that is my own
A slice of the blue sky
The yellow of the sun
A spoonful of moonshine
Half of a bulbul’s song
Few waves of the ocean
A box of butterflies
Some glittering dreams
And a fistful of life.

The notebook lies open in front of me
Waiting for my pen move across
It's trail, so to speak, a kind of destiny
Leaving me to decide, with not much of a choice

In the darkness last night
Cocooned in my prison of thought
I remembered the fading light
From orange to black, with grief wrought

The grief, I could not explain
Cerebrations fade into incoherence
Happiness is free for all, as is pain
In my world, through my twisted lens.

The morning, however, sliced through me
In my head, a flavour like never before
The night of yesterday, it never did be
A new day today, the grief is of yore.

The notebook is now closed
There is nothing to write
For the dolour that would have splashed it
Has now died.

One Of Those Days...

You know how it is
On one of those days
When everything seems right
Each in its own way.

You feel so wholesome
So wonderful and good
And all things happen
Exactly how they should.

Today, it was one of those days
When nothing could go wrong
I floated here and there
My lips humming a little song.

I thought to myself
“Could this day get any better??”
When there came a knock at the door
And I found this letter.

I read it in bewilderment
My eyes open wide
And what do you think
I should find inside!

“Darling”, it read
“I’m in love with you
With all your charm
And your craziness too!”

And so on it went,
The rest of the gush,
Made me turn so pink
In an embarrassed blush.

Two pages of such
Having passed me by
Ended, in a similarly
Adored goodbye.

And when I discovered
The writer of mush galore,
Who should it be?
But the boy next door!!

Ours Physicsica

Another piece of literary genius from the Anin Poetry Machine (title included)!! This time serving to acquaint you with the spectacular horrors of Physics!! Well…nothing can really, really make you understand what 12^th CBSE physics is like…but this is a seriously good attempt!!

On 3^rd my life was plunged in gloom,

The physics exam my head did loom,

I picked up the book with little zeal,

Who wouldn't! while thinking about the imminent ordeal.

The progress was terribly slow,

Do you know where the charge will flow?

My approach to it rather tentative,

Erm…was the circuit capacitive.

The next chapter was very highly repulsive,

For all the circuits were resistive,

Ok! Now I liven up the tone,

I liked the bridge of Wheatstone!

The chapter ahead was nothing less than comical,

For it was the effect of current, that to chemical,

Physicists should never try there hand at chemistry,

Because they end making there own mockery.

While magnetism was the most bitter strife,

I wish Biot & Savartz are not given another life,

I now regret having slept in many a class,

As Lorentz force skips over my head, alas!

Magnetism and matter is no small matter,

It is explosive served in a platter,

The thought "I'll give you hoff, right" lends comic relief,

But I have to proceed with haste, Oh my grief!

It lies ahead, as deceiving as a set of cryptics,

Oh hell! Is this really optics?

A philosophical photon asks itself "who and why am I?"

"What are you?" I add with a sigh.

This forms the basis of the chapter beyond,

I cant say, of this chapter I am very fond,

"Every matter is in fact a wave"

Why should I know this, you knave.

Atom is a chapter beyond compare,

There is not enough in it to even care,

Nuclei is small in the real world,

But in physics the whole thing is so curled,

Semiconductors do no good but increase my tension,

But hush a second! Transistors require my immediate attention.

Disaster is not what one can avoid.

With "Principles of communication" so vast and wide.

As midnight approaches near,

Creeps in a feeling of fear,

But where is the feeling in my hand,

It has become as numb as wood or land…

English Enigmatics!!!

Not my own - Anin's brainchild :D.....yes, yes the very same ubiquitous commentator!! :)

Anyway, Anin has very kindly given me the copyrights to this poem. So here goes...!! :D

I wake up and to myself resolve,

Today English I have to solve

But I have ended p in a tangle

In this wordy world I do wrangle

As I resign to my fate

Sneaks in "A room 10'x8'"

It is all about relations and relatives

And is of course the most effective of sedatives.

Insects do hum this we all know

To the extent of writing on it one should never go

Someone please tell that to Robert Lynd

He has left me without breath or wind

A dark complexion and blue eyes

With looks over which Doronin dies,

Who even cares if you love play-acting?

Why do we suffer your life so boring?

"Judgment of Paris" is one to cherish

Albert Einstein can go to hell and perish,

To ask him to give a speech is the work of a devil

Further to make us read it leads to our peril

"Asoka" is just loads of mugging.

"Grief" is one that is rather bugging,

Potapav wants relief from his grief.

Why can't he leave us free?

These the lessons in prose made me sit and swoon,

Till the clock showed it was half past noon,

Proceeding to have a taste of the poets' work

Little did I know the greater dangers that lurk!

My feeling for the bird is not sympathetic,

For it has left in a situation pathetic,

This heart of mine, to the lord above, a plea does fling,

It is that Dunbar does never again sing.

Through "Survivors" it is very hard to survive,

But for the time being to do it I shall strive,

To Pakistan I shall give Macleish on lease,

For his verse can destroy and demolish.

"Of Mother's" requires no special mention,

it is my primary cause of tension.

While summer is the approaching season,

To learn "Ode to autumn" I see no reason.

In "Sally" there is but a major folly,

The fellow is so young he ought to sucking a lolly.

But still it is tones better the "Curtain",

One can say that for certain.

This sums up the English terror.

If in any opinion you see an error,

Grant me pardon and to express my views give me freedom,

For this is a work written in complete boredom.

In case you didn't realize....this one endeavoured to capture the essence of the bloody boring english text that we wrote our boards based on!!! :D

In And Out of Love

Intensely random thoughts
Flying through my head
Nothing more to be heard
Nothing more to be said

I just sat there
Thinking about him
His every funny antic
His every crazy whim

I smiled in fondness
Recollecting his charming ways
Those endless phone calls
Through April and May days

In the months to come
I began fancying this boy
Never letting him know
What I felt inside

One fair evening
He began telling me
About this girl
He wished to “see”

I listened in silence
In heart-wrenching pain
To him describing her
Again and again

Little did he know
What anguish he caused
To his little girl
To her little heart

I neither wept nor hurt
I pretended I was fine
What was the point? I thought
When he would never be mine

I’ve decided to stay away
As far as can be
It isn’t right but
What other way did I see?

He’d get all confused
He wouldn’t understand
“Why are you doing this?”
He’d rave and rant

I’ll leave it at this
And what happens in time
Be it good or bad
I’ll put it in rhyme

A Boy And A Girl

A boy and a girl
The best of friends
From elementary to high school
From beginning to end

Through all these years
Their friendship grew
They both felt the same
But neither knew

Each waking moment
Since the day that they met
They both loved each other
Sunrise to sunset

He was all she had
In her terrible life
He was the one
Who kept her from her knife

She was his angel
She made him smile
Though life threw him curves
She made it worth all the while

Then one day
Things went terribly wrong
The next few weeks
Were like a very sad song

To make her jealous
On purpose he tried
When the girl asked "do you love her?"
On purpose he lied

He played with jealousy
Like it was a game
Little did he know
Things would never be the same

His plan was working
But he had no clue
How wrong things would go
The damage he would do

One night she broke down
Feeling very alone
Just her and the blade
No one else home

She dialled his number
He answered "hello"
She told him she loved him
Then hung up the phone

He raced to her house
But came a minute too late
Found her lying in blood
And her heart had no rate

Beside her was a note
And in it her confession
Her love for this boy
Her only obsession

As he read the note
He knelt down and cried
Grabbed her knife
And that night they both died

She was found in his arms
Both of them dead
Under her note
His handwriting said

"I loved her so
She never knew
All this time
I loved her too"

EDIT:

He raced to her house
Scared to the bone
He saw her shaking white
She and the blade alone

She looked up at him
And at once dropped the blade
They hugged and cried
And felt their agonies fade

They walked out to the beach
Both holding hands
Talking into the night
Their feet digging the sands

He told her he loved her
And she said she did too
Their smiles lit the dark night
Thence they were inseparable, the two!

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever Gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced, nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade
And yet, the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not, how strait the gate
How charged with punishments, the scroll
I am the Master of my fate
I am the Captain of my soul.

--William Ernest Henley

Prison Of Thought

Stuck in where no one else can enter,
Caged in my own misery
Left to fight with my own temper
Chained to the madness inside me!!

Sealed away in a prison with no exit
Locked away in my regret
Trying to fend off my emotions
But they are too strong in my own head

I screamed out
With mute shout
But no one came to save me
I grabbed me
And stabbed me
In vain I tried to break free

Arrested
Molested
In blind rage madly i fought
But locked up
Now I’m stuck
In my own Prison Of Thought

Wandering through the shadows
Trying to escape this hell
Breaking through the walls to move on
Right into another cell

Tortured by sadistic pleasure
Bearing self-inflicted pain
Trying to control the anger
Building up inside my brain...

When Thoughts Hold Sway

On Monday, when the sun is hot

I wonder to myself a lot:

Now is it true, or is it not,

That what is which and which is what?

On Tuesday, when it hails and snows

The feeling on me grows and grows

That hardly anybody knows

If those are these or these are those.

On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,

And I have nothing else to do,

I sometimes wonder if it's true

That who is what and what is who.

On Thursday, when it starts to freeze

And hoar-frost twinkles on the trees,

How very readily one sees

That these are whose- but whose are these?

On Friday-

(sadly, this was never finished, due to an untimely interruption by my utterly inconsiderate fone!!)