Her smile lights up the world,
but she also makes the best poker face,
She loves participating in every race
And She also believes in winning them too
She is your best contrast-
With a cheerful start and some frightful parts.
She has also broken a lot many hearts.
But it’s not her fault people can’t stay apart.:P
If you know her
you would have always seen her
with a Vikram Seth’s book
reading, sitting in a nook.
I wouldn’t say any more
As she may appear to be an extrovert
But she is an expert
On the being the convert.
There is a girl I know,
But not really though.
She isn’t your stereotype,
And about her-
There’s a much-deserved hype.
The world is her playground.
And if you will meet her,
She makes sure to leave you quite astounding.
She will make your mind go,
Round and round.
‘Care’ is an alien thing for her.
Futile, trivial things,
Usually, don’t matter.
One day a foe,
Another day a friend.
She changes like an everyday trend.
There’s a place in her heart,
Only for a few.
And if you are in it,
You are from a lucky crew.
Now with these sentimental lines,
I bid this poem Adieu.
I think it’s a fair tale to tell
There was a well,
Not too well.
What was in it was,
A hard thing to tell.
It shouted back,
If anyone would yell.
At this well
Bid me farewell.
With that pride of his
Up to the swell.
It was a cold winter night
So my tears turned to gel
So still no one could tell
What was in that well.
I am stranded between the two worlds.
by the thread tugging hard at one and,
pushing me to another.
The shift between isn’t easy.
For wandering in too long in either,
will make one lost.
The strife in this real one,
Is too hard to bear.
So I rush with all my power,
to strive for the other.
Which comes as a children’s dream.
And I fall in the deep slumber,
on a lullabies tune.
My dreams are alive in this one
for I dream in another.
As who knows mine also,
would have been smothered like the others.
Something I wrote when I had recently studied about Goodman’s grue.
The girl with blue hair,
And quite a lovely stare.
Makes me wonder,
If she’s true?
Or some philosophy like Goodman’s grue.
(Pic Courtesy- Google)
I wrote this piece while I was watching ‘The Walking Dead”, It made me wonder whether the humanity, emotions and other abstract things in us remain or not, after we pass over to the other side. Do we still remain attached or we wander off to an unknown land.
In the valley of death, we walk alone,
there is no known or no unknown.
I wonder if we feel what we were,
Or we are just some new being.
What’s out there is completely unseen.
We are happy or sad,
or a creature full of hungry angst.
Do colors remain?
Red, blue , green,
what if it’s a vacuum?
With no sound and nothing to be seen.
Do we remember our beloved?
or the one with whom we used to play in mud.
Those childish feuds,
those adult abuse,
Do we leave it all behind?
What happens to us is still a mystery
No trace of it could be found even in our history?
And still we wait on the threshold,
To hug the unknown devil;
with comprised unknown perils.
Those dark canopies of trees
From which sun shine on me.
Touching me gently on different places
This is where I want to be
My heaven in this hell
And the smell of earth and water
From a nearby well
The damp , cold and hot
Become my ecstasy
In these ever changing epiphanies
Everything changes except this.
Its an only living thing that I will miss.