Rhyme- A Tribute to The Child In Us

This time, somehow i have to rhyme ,
it doesn't matter how many lines,
four, five ,six ,seven. eight or nine.

The requirement was never mine,
people wanted something that ll rhyme.
It is not a poem , not for the wines ,
this is a rhyme for the nines.
*wines=adults, nines=nine year old..

Never noticed , how English rhymes,
matured to poems from ryhmes,
asking this question during majors time.
from poems to nursery rhymes,
or rich nursery rhymes to poem dimes.
*Majors=exams...
PS
Happy Children Day.... Wished I still have to study rhymes and not e governance :D

These Days

These days ,
There is no new day ,
Life is continuously moving ahead,
A night is just to have rest and
Not have a break.

PS : Don't say it was a short poem :P

Chapter Two "Running Away"

For those who waited for the second chapter of the Poem Love Story Of a Poet... Its now on the blog :)
http://lovestoryofapoet.blogspot.com/2011/06/chapter-two-running-away.html

Dream

I dream of this , I dream of that.
Most important of all, I dream of you.

I dream of getting up early.
I dream of getting good grades.

But all I want to do is sleep.
So that I can dream of you.

I dream of something I don't Do.
I dream of someone I don't do.:D

You is nothing but an utopia I want.
Hence I dream of you and sleep for you. :D

When you lost it ?

The Time , was never adequate ,
but some how it was my mate .
Every night , I slept late;
for the next day,a passionate wait.

The hour hand of the clock,
ran like the minute hand,
fast ,tick tock tick tock,
the minute was a twin of the second.

And in a split of a second ,
i lost it,
my mate ,
me myself as passionate,
for nothing , it was to wait.

It taught me a lesson,
with ample amount of time,
one does nothing, desires nothing,
except writes and posts his poems as something.

Friends

Well this is a very old poem ,i wrote it during my first majors exam but today is the best day to publish it as better late then never.
it has two parts and you ll easily distinguish between them
enjoy reading :)



Far Far away from home
under the institute's dome
i was sitting alone
wished my friends had a clone.
With them i was disaster prone,
it was like sitting on a kings throne.

The unforgettable fights ,the unforgettable moments ,
boasting pocket tights,the impeccable love agreements.

Bunking the class with movement being sleek,
playing in audi the amazing hide and seek,
hiding behind the curtain being pushed by whims,
you just laughed the person was a kin.
The curtain fell we trembled,being pushed so heard,
friends got you out of trouble though it was hard.

Standing together in class,
sitting together in class,
this was the usual trend ,
bcoz sir,the notebook is with my friend .

Most crucial time was the lunch break,
it felt standing in war,hiding your lunch,
they said too good food your mother makes,
In that rush of hour no one ever munched
but ate ,ate and ate which was simply great.

Old friends are not easily bygone,
new friends are like a new Imran Khan song.

Now,the night is never over,
lectures compensate for the hangover,

Teasing you with the name of the girl you hate,
Is the best time pass of your college mates.

One 'O' clock at the night,they will make you wake,
and say so light,lets have a bread baked.

Two 'O' clock at night and not in the mode of inception,
Making you propose a b'ful girl,
after the hilarious rejection,
making you suppose she's not at all a girl.

But in the end everything is right
and you ll have a time of your life

AS

They annoy because they care,
they tease with the feeling they share,
the relation between friends is not mere,
Keep them close as good friends are so rare.


"Happy Friendship Day"

Everyday

well this poem is a result of many days of thinking and many events that happened in my life few days ago and this is what i took from it....




Everyday is not nice,
someday you get the whole cake,
some day u just get a slice,
someday you not even get a slice.

some fine day a girl looks nice,
the next day the girl looks very nice,
but the other day,some other girl in the city,
seems to capture your heart as she so pretty.

not everyday is your birthday,
not everyday is meant to be your birthday,
but every single day is a magical one,
because god gave another day to have fun.

Everyday i don't know how,
people get time to hate,
when there are so many to love,
not a single moment to waste.

Some know their future,
as it is the same routine daily,
it is in their couture,
they change anything barely.

Everyday people cal you crazy,
everyday they call you looser,
everyday they call you mad,
everyday they call you genius.

its up to you which day,
they get in you ahead,
on the wrong day you just lay,
on the right one you move ahead.

everyday some plan to do something new,
everyday some plan to study which is nt new,
everyday i plan to write a poem on a topic new,
even though it is read by only a few.

What drives me is my spirit inside,
keeping all my worries aside that ,
one day i know people will give heed
everyday to the poem i wrote.

Life is not about a mere list to follow,
Its a dream to be lived in reality,
doesn't matter how much your condition is shallow,
and then in the end making a list which came to be reality.

That what great men did,they were good dreamers,
everyday they dreamed something new, achieved something new,
but great men are not few,they are inside everyone of you,
not every night but everyday just try to make a dream come true.

How a Poem Is Formed....

Elite emotions,when slides,shines and are all yours;
perfect poem then glides,glows,from heart so pure.
Small,snappier,big,boasting all types of words,
when meet to describe all types,turnovers of the worlds.

It all begins with a different mood.
you ask yourself,whats happening dude?
and emotions slides from you eye
on to the cheeks,yes you cry,
sometimes happy sometimes sad,
sometimes creative sometimes mad.

The ideas for your new poem Shines,
in front of your brain,
you glide your pen to fill lines,
linking emotions in chains.

Then the POEM starts to glow
on to the sheet about which you know,
the sheet might be small
for snappier words to fall,
into the one place,the right place,
to form a big impact on the readers face.

things that are written usually to boast,
because before you write you have to toast,
the words,which you can do as a host
of your poem describing what you want,
it include turnovers with a taunt.

It is world made by words.
as someone said ,POEM is
something often felt in worlds,
but described rarely in words.



this is by far my best poem i have written and if you like it do comment in apoetic style if you can lol!!!

We All Live For The "One Day"

Sometimes i want to cry,
but tears don't fall from my eye,
doesn't matter how much i try,
they always leave my cheeks dry,
feelings are at peak high,
frustration,depression,aggression
is all i seek by.

I use to love my fate,
now i have started to hate,
but life gives all of us a bait,
waiting for a perfect exact date.

We all live for the "ONE DAY",
For the achievement that ll come your way,
for your mate to say what u want them to say
for your parents to be proud and lay
hands on you shoulder and say,
yes this is my child,
he personifies my pride.
we wish for that day,
we wish it ll come soon
we wish it ll be a boon.

Our madness, our rush inside,
keeps us moving against the tide,
we want it,we want it madly
we can't wait,we want it so badly.

But for some it never comes,
The day which was entitled to
make us happy and jump on our bums,
the moment we could hold onto,
the time to which we are not bound to,
the thing we can lay our hands onto.

the thing we had waited for so long,
which has entered our life's song.
the thing we are obsessed with,
the people we want to live with.

But our spirit never dies
because one day we know
it will come in our lives
we just need to worry how?

And if by chance that day comes
we enjoy,jump on our bums,
enjoying life as it comes
the feeling of goosebumps.

but soon we forget that came
and again start becoming insane,
Greediness insides us take its way
After That day we all again say

Sometimes i want to cry,
but tears don't fall from my eye,
doesn't matter how much I try,
they always leave my cheeks dry,
feelings are at peak high,
frustration,depression,aggression
is all i seek by.

Well this is how I think maximum of us live our lives ,we just have craze for something till we get it our achieve it and then enjoy that moment or time for just one day and then again start to live in the hope of Another One Day. if you think this is true please do comment on this post......thank you for reading this.

Love Story Of a Poet

Well to all my followers i have a new blog for my new poem named Love Story Of a Poet do read it.....
the link is
http://lovestoryofapoet.blogspot.com
and please follow this blog also...

What can i say-It Was My First Time...

Our life is being represented on a time line,
On which there are marked our very first times.

I had a thirst to get first,
Never worked hard to get it printed on my score card,
This time to get first was destined,
was board class twelfth and i was determined.

It was my Birth day i failed,
due to which the party got delayed,
I was laughing because it was physics i flunk,
people thought at that time i was totally drunk.

The first time I m....bate,
seriously guys don't remember the exact date;
some say they did it o their b day,
I ask u guys do you remember that amazing day.

My mom says the first day in school,
I cried out a water of pool;
Nothing changed fourteen years after;
i left it , crying yet in laughter.

First day i came to kumaon
was terrified and deeply drowned;
by a roomie named alok,
who shouted abruptly beneath the cloak.

Few days back i wrote my first poem,
people were like "ahem ahem ahem" ;
Tushar was not that bright,
that he could actually write.

First time i drove a two wheeler ,
I jammed it into a office of property dealer;
the moment i was about to fell
My brother came shouting what the hell.

First time i drove a car ,
It was mruti 800 next to a sardar;
He had a habit of saying"go slow go slow",
honestly either his or mine head was about to blow.

Yet don't have my very first girl friend,
yet don't have my first kiss,
yet don't have my ..................,
don't ask about crush,i let it flush.

At night the sound of waves were loud and clear,
first time it was then i drank beer,
twelve people,on beach,with amazing sea,
the beer was actually disgracing me.

There are many things lefts unsaid,
there are many thing left undone,
I 'll definitely write ahead,
about the things i ll do ahead.

Now don't say the poem wasn't better that the first,
because it didn't had the charm of being first.

Arbit Feelings

I wasn't feeling right,
thought today i must write.
just to throw some light,
on the future which doesn't seems bright.

Without any aim,
not taking much pain.
nothing will i gain
will end in bane.

success felt good,
where i stood.
but had nothing to achieve,
which is hard to believe.

It was so much fun,
with no work done.
To finish we had to run,
before the last bell rung.

The scoldings i got,
i cherish them a lot.
As i was bold,
it doesn't matter how much you scold.

I miss the school,people trying to be cool;
who usually got cold,with all respect sold.
now people think they are cool,rest all are fool.
Oh! god i have to pray,to give them some matter specially grey.

I miss my friends,
the invented laughing trends.
everything ended with a 'lol',
just had to call.

everywhere there is abdominal lull,
with all peace in my skull.
I wish i get a new aim in my head,
or i'll continue to write ahead.