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Friday, September 01, 2006

 

Bad Poetry

The mess on the desk
The many wires
The mess off the desk
The many strings.

The pile of books
Yet to be read
The pile of non-books
Yet to be shred.

The fall of the empire
The rise of the czar
To ask why I have
Come this far.

To tell to me be
What I was
Why don’t you see
Its gone for a toss.

The name’s got
A nice ring
The pain
I could sing

The chance meet
The rain,
The latent heat
I said you’d put out.

The frenzy
The love-making
The mad flirting

Have you ever made-love, while the clock ticks? Have you ever apologized about being yourself? Or waited all day for that one message? Or an entire life-time? Have you ever gotten soaked to the skin when you wanted to be dry? Realized towards the end of a journey, that this is not the path? Been told that you don’t count? Wondered if anyone really cares about how you feel? Ever slept with someone who makes you feel like a loser the next morning? Been asked by a stranger, if you are alright? Cried in a party? Told everyone that you are fine, when you really want to curl-up and die, literraly? Wondered if slitting your wrists would hurt a lot? Told your friends that you hate them, when you meant that you know that they hate you? Been in a roomful of people who hate your guts? Been with someone you thought you loved but they thought you were dumb?




Comments:
Yes to so many of those, it's scary :-(

Baccha you OK? Talk to me - don't like the tone of this post! We're anyways sailing in similar boats! *hug*
 
i'll tell u YES to which ones:

Have you ever made-love, while the clock ticks?
Have you ever apologized about being yourself?
Waited all day for that one message? Or an entire life-time? Have you ever gotten soaked to the skin when you wanted to be dry? Realized towards the end of a journey, that this is not the path?
Been told that you don’t count? Wondered if anyone really cares about how you feel?
 
geets - haha. old post that i dug out.

lh - awwww *hug*
 
sorta embarassin but a big YES to all of em :(
 
To all of them: Yes..Yes..Yes!! And to you: Irrespective of what: I love you and thats all i can...always...
 
kitana - awww. this seems to be a universal phenomenon. i thought i was the sole victim. hehe.

sex - i know you would say yes to all of them! muhahahaha.
 
Upsetting just how many "yes-es," methinks! Another scary question for you - what if these questions are as good as it gets? *brr*

Very well done, my dear. Truly. :-)
 
extempore - "there must be anorther way to live this life" is what deepti naval writes in one of her poems. and thank you.
 
Worse poetry: 1:41am

The sun through the curtains
Of gossamer white
The light filters through
The lids of my eyes

The warmth on my cheeks
The sheets 'gainst my skin
My head on his chest
Tucked beneath his chin

The purdah of a smiling face
Conceals the person inside
As well as those worn
By any sheikhs bride

For whom do you wait
With your sly, sad smile
With lie upon lie
-no substance, just style

Are you who
You say you are?
Do you trust me
More than I trust thee?

Do I want you to go?
Do you like
What I have said?
Do you want to go?


The eyes open
The curtain drops
The heart beats
 
I feel your pain. *sniff*

But nobody is worth slitting our wrists for. N-O-B-O-D-Y.
 
u mind reader u... u toucher of people's hearts u... u run-giver to Shakespeare and Keats u... *sniff*... u shake my soul u! *SIGH* and some more *sniff*... :D
 
craig.k. - nice nice poyum.

casa - i know nobody is worth it. but that one realises on in retrospect na?

neha tejuja - itna dard? my god... its a family thingy eh? haha.
 
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