One Taj built as an icon of love
Other Taj destroyed by hate and rage
Taj, the crown of pride
Will gild my skull some day
When I learn to shoot the sleaze
And bend the spine of the crime
Monday, December 08, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
You can rot in Hell!
You keep a gun on weak shoulders
And shoot
Do you gloat when you see the innocent blood?
I know not what you accomplish
By spreading your hate
You think you have brains
To mastermind a perfect plot
But, you are a total failure
A waste product
You could have used your brain, instead
To upgrade the prosperity of your men
Hate for hate
Eye for an eye
Has made you blind
To see or feel the real compassion
You are drowned in deep abyss of annihilation
There is no hope for you
Alas! You will never know a real love
Nor the sparkles of happiness
How can you?
Soiled is your soul
In muck of dark violence
It is guilt that will haunt you
And you will never understand the true
Joys of smile
Never ever!
And shoot
Do you gloat when you see the innocent blood?
I know not what you accomplish
By spreading your hate
You think you have brains
To mastermind a perfect plot
But, you are a total failure
A waste product
You could have used your brain, instead
To upgrade the prosperity of your men
Hate for hate
Eye for an eye
Has made you blind
To see or feel the real compassion
You are drowned in deep abyss of annihilation
There is no hope for you
Alas! You will never know a real love
Nor the sparkles of happiness
How can you?
Soiled is your soul
In muck of dark violence
It is guilt that will haunt you
And you will never understand the true
Joys of smile
Never ever!
Saturday, November 08, 2008
A memorable trip to Lagos
For the fourteenth time I unzipped my hand bag and emptied its contents on the bed. Lipsticks, small perfume spray, foldable hair brush, crushed lottery tickets, mouth fresheners, scribble pad, ball pen; everything was there, except my wallet. My wallet had everything that was important to me on this holiday to Lagos, credit cards and cash, everything. Damn!
I wiped off the silly tears that found their way down my warm cheeks and bracing myself, I sat cross legged on my bed. I heard my cousin’s footsteps approaching my room. I quickly put back all the contents back into my handbag, dumped it into my suitcase and straighten up.
“Come, we are waiting for you, dinner is ready” she said
I followed her to the dining room to join the rest of the family. It was a great day of family reunion and everybody had a story to tell. My family and my cousins were all talking simultaneously, sharing jokes and anecdotes, and filling the room with their hearty laughter. There was great variety of food on the table, including my favorite kheema-Pav, which would have released squeals of joy on any other normal days. But, I was quiet and took small helpings. While I munched on food, my mind drifted back to my activities during last twenty four hours, trying to recollect and focus on events when I must have been too careless to keep my purse within the robber’s reach. Luckily for me, I had already given my share of expenses for transport, lodging and boarding to one of my cousins, who handled the accounts during our trip. If ever I would need money, it would be only if I wanted to shop. I had never ever begged, nor borrowed or nor stolen any money all my life, but I contemplated in trying at least one option. Was stealing easier than begging, or was begging easier than borrowing?
“Are you okay?” said my cousin, and suddenly there was silence in the room and everybody was staring at me.
“I am tired” I said
“Oh, it must be jet-lag” said my aunt as I excused myself and went back to my room.
Late that afternoon, my aunt entered my room and slipped fifty thousand notes in Naira into my palm, telling me to use the money till I get time to go to the bank to exchange my dollars. I wanted to tell her that I had no dollars in my hand bag, and that I had been ripped off all my cash and credit cards, but I was hesitant to tell her the truth and admit my carelessness.
Secretly, I called my bank to freeze my credit cards.
For next four days, we went to the city, exploring the places of interest, visiting malls and restaurants but I did not shop at all. Every time, my cousins suggested that I do some shopping, I complained of things being too over-priced, and told them I could get the same stuff in my own town at a better rate. There were many fashion stores, that displayed beautiful designs, seducing me, there were handicraft stores that mocked me with their beautiful souvenirs, but I curbed my desires to shop and would pretend that they were all too flashy and so un’fashionable’.
At the end of my trip, I handed fifty thousand notes in Naira back to my aunt, telling her that I didn’t need to change my dollars, because I could not find anything of interest to buy, explaining the futility of buying the unnecessary things and paying for over-weight luggage at the customs.
Two days after I reached back home, I wrote a thank you note to my Aunt.
Dear Aunty Sunita,
I am so glad to have visited you. I was impressed by your huge house and your hospitality. Twenty of us, squeezing into the best corner, all under one roof was sheer fun that still brings smile to my face! Really! Thank you so much for giving us such a good time and making it a memorable trip. It was very kind of you to offer me the money till I found time to go to bank. However, I have confession to make. I am sorry that I did not have courage to tell you the truth. I had no money in my handbag during my stay in your town as I had lost all my money due to my carelessness. I did not want to embarrass my cousins by voicing my suspect; I had decided to keep silent and not to shop instead.
But, nevertheless, I did have a very good time. Thank you so much for being such a good hostess.
Hope you will visit me soon.
Hugz
Smriti
I received an instant reply
Dearest Smriti
Thank you so much for visiting me and I enjoyed as well! I am missing all of you now. I am pleased that you did’nt voice your suspicion and spoil the show. I have confession to make too. I did see one of your cousins remove the wallet from your handbag but I didn’t have much courage to confront her. Don’t ask me - who? Some things are best left unsaid. I am sure you did not miss the shopping much. There will always be a next time…..you can shop then……
Please visit me again…soon
Take care
Your aunt
Sunita
I felt overwhelmed and tears welled up in my eyes, tears of love for my aunt who was equally a coward, just like me.
I wiped off the silly tears that found their way down my warm cheeks and bracing myself, I sat cross legged on my bed. I heard my cousin’s footsteps approaching my room. I quickly put back all the contents back into my handbag, dumped it into my suitcase and straighten up.
“Come, we are waiting for you, dinner is ready” she said
I followed her to the dining room to join the rest of the family. It was a great day of family reunion and everybody had a story to tell. My family and my cousins were all talking simultaneously, sharing jokes and anecdotes, and filling the room with their hearty laughter. There was great variety of food on the table, including my favorite kheema-Pav, which would have released squeals of joy on any other normal days. But, I was quiet and took small helpings. While I munched on food, my mind drifted back to my activities during last twenty four hours, trying to recollect and focus on events when I must have been too careless to keep my purse within the robber’s reach. Luckily for me, I had already given my share of expenses for transport, lodging and boarding to one of my cousins, who handled the accounts during our trip. If ever I would need money, it would be only if I wanted to shop. I had never ever begged, nor borrowed or nor stolen any money all my life, but I contemplated in trying at least one option. Was stealing easier than begging, or was begging easier than borrowing?
“Are you okay?” said my cousin, and suddenly there was silence in the room and everybody was staring at me.
“I am tired” I said
“Oh, it must be jet-lag” said my aunt as I excused myself and went back to my room.
Late that afternoon, my aunt entered my room and slipped fifty thousand notes in Naira into my palm, telling me to use the money till I get time to go to the bank to exchange my dollars. I wanted to tell her that I had no dollars in my hand bag, and that I had been ripped off all my cash and credit cards, but I was hesitant to tell her the truth and admit my carelessness.
Secretly, I called my bank to freeze my credit cards.
For next four days, we went to the city, exploring the places of interest, visiting malls and restaurants but I did not shop at all. Every time, my cousins suggested that I do some shopping, I complained of things being too over-priced, and told them I could get the same stuff in my own town at a better rate. There were many fashion stores, that displayed beautiful designs, seducing me, there were handicraft stores that mocked me with their beautiful souvenirs, but I curbed my desires to shop and would pretend that they were all too flashy and so un’fashionable’.
At the end of my trip, I handed fifty thousand notes in Naira back to my aunt, telling her that I didn’t need to change my dollars, because I could not find anything of interest to buy, explaining the futility of buying the unnecessary things and paying for over-weight luggage at the customs.
Two days after I reached back home, I wrote a thank you note to my Aunt.
Dear Aunty Sunita,
I am so glad to have visited you. I was impressed by your huge house and your hospitality. Twenty of us, squeezing into the best corner, all under one roof was sheer fun that still brings smile to my face! Really! Thank you so much for giving us such a good time and making it a memorable trip. It was very kind of you to offer me the money till I found time to go to bank. However, I have confession to make. I am sorry that I did not have courage to tell you the truth. I had no money in my handbag during my stay in your town as I had lost all my money due to my carelessness. I did not want to embarrass my cousins by voicing my suspect; I had decided to keep silent and not to shop instead.
But, nevertheless, I did have a very good time. Thank you so much for being such a good hostess.
Hope you will visit me soon.
Hugz
Smriti
I received an instant reply
Dearest Smriti
Thank you so much for visiting me and I enjoyed as well! I am missing all of you now. I am pleased that you did’nt voice your suspicion and spoil the show. I have confession to make too. I did see one of your cousins remove the wallet from your handbag but I didn’t have much courage to confront her. Don’t ask me - who? Some things are best left unsaid. I am sure you did not miss the shopping much. There will always be a next time…..you can shop then……
Please visit me again…soon
Take care
Your aunt
Sunita
I felt overwhelmed and tears welled up in my eyes, tears of love for my aunt who was equally a coward, just like me.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
55 words greeting
Across the seven seas, in a strange land, away from my motherland
I long for brilliance of the lights, festive sweets and loud, smoky nights
I celebrate Diwali quietly here, with out any sparkle in my eyes
Do you hear me? My dearest families and my friends
My wishes are reaching towards your sweet smiles.
I long for brilliance of the lights, festive sweets and loud, smoky nights
I celebrate Diwali quietly here, with out any sparkle in my eyes
Do you hear me? My dearest families and my friends
My wishes are reaching towards your sweet smiles.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Long Time No See No Joy On This Street
Long time no see that kid called Sam
Missed, are cheeks dimpled and thick brown hair
Here was his home of beautiful brownstones
Lined with hedges of green and purple tones
The lively curvy lanes, till the end of this street
Had Sam and his friends happily share their dreams
From dawn to dusk, they passed their time
Running, sprinting behind fluttering butterflies
Sam´s favourite spot, hidden beneath that Banyan tree
Where he would people-watch, cross-legged, relaxed
Smiling and twinkling stars humoured him a lot
Till the day, he heard a loud, shattering blast
Two men on bike dropped a lethal plastic purse
Sam went shouting,¨Uncle, come back! You have left your pouch.¨
Stunned, he was, by the bright light in his eyes
His skull and his muscles, crumbled and sliced
His limbs went flying over that Banyan tree
Fleshy mince crowned hedges like inflated beads
Lively, curvy lanes were charred, completely browned
Friends of Sam were nowhere to be found.
Long time no see no soul on this street
Just a quivering blind woman under that Banyan tree
She caresses the shredded, soiled shirt of Sam
That had covered comforting shoulders and lent her a hand
Long time no see no peace on this street
Just a blanket of red blood and deserted beneath
Long time no see no smile on any face
Just helpless innocent brothers killed by
Cruel, irrational and the disgraced
Missed, are cheeks dimpled and thick brown hair
Here was his home of beautiful brownstones
Lined with hedges of green and purple tones
The lively curvy lanes, till the end of this street
Had Sam and his friends happily share their dreams
From dawn to dusk, they passed their time
Running, sprinting behind fluttering butterflies
Sam´s favourite spot, hidden beneath that Banyan tree
Where he would people-watch, cross-legged, relaxed
Smiling and twinkling stars humoured him a lot
Till the day, he heard a loud, shattering blast
Two men on bike dropped a lethal plastic purse
Sam went shouting,¨Uncle, come back! You have left your pouch.¨
Stunned, he was, by the bright light in his eyes
His skull and his muscles, crumbled and sliced
His limbs went flying over that Banyan tree
Fleshy mince crowned hedges like inflated beads
Lively, curvy lanes were charred, completely browned
Friends of Sam were nowhere to be found.
Long time no see no soul on this street
Just a quivering blind woman under that Banyan tree
She caresses the shredded, soiled shirt of Sam
That had covered comforting shoulders and lent her a hand
Long time no see no peace on this street
Just a blanket of red blood and deserted beneath
Long time no see no smile on any face
Just helpless innocent brothers killed by
Cruel, irrational and the disgraced
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Dating is not for me
I would love to meet you
But I am afraid
Of your rejection
Or your stares
Or your surprises
You might discover
When you see me
That
I do not qualify the
Image in your mind
It is not my fault
If you drew the picture of me
In your soul
Reading my thoughts
My opinions
My words
From your virtual sight
I never said
I am pretty
Rich
Influential
Nor did I ever
Discuss my age
You adored my rambling
My wit
My style
Imagining a God
With feminine delight
Damn you
And your desires
To see the skeleton of me
I truly cannot match
The fabric
Nor colours
Nor nirvana
Of your wayward mind
I want to be away from
Your binary wildest dreams
You sit at your own desk
And I will, at mine
We can still drink coffee
And chat online
We can carve out poetry
From my lines
But let me be me
My true me and me
I truly cannot meet you,
This evening
Offline
But I am afraid
Of your rejection
Or your stares
Or your surprises
You might discover
When you see me
That
I do not qualify the
Image in your mind
It is not my fault
If you drew the picture of me
In your soul
Reading my thoughts
My opinions
My words
From your virtual sight
I never said
I am pretty
Rich
Influential
Nor did I ever
Discuss my age
You adored my rambling
My wit
My style
Imagining a God
With feminine delight
Damn you
And your desires
To see the skeleton of me
I truly cannot match
The fabric
Nor colours
Nor nirvana
Of your wayward mind
I want to be away from
Your binary wildest dreams
You sit at your own desk
And I will, at mine
We can still drink coffee
And chat online
We can carve out poetry
From my lines
But let me be me
My true me and me
I truly cannot meet you,
This evening
Offline
Monday, September 22, 2008
Dreaming on my soft bed
Each night I remind myself to watch my dreams carefully, but each morning, they just float away from my stream of thoughts. There are good dream and bad dreams but I can’t remember them at all, just a new day with clean slate waiting for a new paint stroke. I feel refreshed and cheerful as I walk away from my soft bed.
There are dreams of the adventures that I am physically too weak to take. There is surfing on high seas, there is Para-gliding under strong winds, I climb huge mountains, trekking through the rough roads. Up in the mountains I try balancing act and suddenly the cord snaps and I fall down on my soft bed
Sometimes I party crash into the Bollywood world; I drink the free booze and gulp the food with smile. A director finds me attractive and invites me to casting couch, ten large hands grope my body and I perspire, I shout and squirm and cry for help, and then I am relieved when I find myself in my soft bed
Then there are dreams of my loved one, whom I have not met for long, some are lost and some are just, forever gone. They visit me in my dreams and we share a song. There is laughter, cheers, joys, happiness and peace and I wake up in the morning with the smile in my eyes, saving my dreams under pillows of my soft bed
I have seen my grandfather’s dentures, up on sale, all the ladies in my society have long, curly nails, and there is a man in his underwear talking to his roses, saying a tearful goodbye to his broken weeds. The smell of daffodils creeps into my dream, when I open my eyes, I see flowers beside my soft bed.
I remove the parasitic nodes and other junk from my mind, making connections in a safe place from this worldly grind, although some complete the patterns of emotional expectations and some do lower my awful stress, but I am disassociated from my conscious state, lying still and breathing evenly in my soft bed.
I have sought meaning in dreams or divination through dreams. Dreams have history, both as a subject of conjecture and as a source of inspiration. It is physiologically a response to a neural process, psychologically, it is a reflection of the subconscious, but spiritually, I feel my Lord’s presence on my soft bed
I have a déjà vu when my dream escapes, to show me the familiarity of the people I have never ever met, mysteriously reminding me of the situation or place, that in my sub conscious mind I had it suppressed. I am planning to pre- program my next beauty sleep, and hoping to remember from start to the end, I will watch it carefully, forward and rewind and will memorize my dreams on my soft bed.
There are dreams of the adventures that I am physically too weak to take. There is surfing on high seas, there is Para-gliding under strong winds, I climb huge mountains, trekking through the rough roads. Up in the mountains I try balancing act and suddenly the cord snaps and I fall down on my soft bed
Sometimes I party crash into the Bollywood world; I drink the free booze and gulp the food with smile. A director finds me attractive and invites me to casting couch, ten large hands grope my body and I perspire, I shout and squirm and cry for help, and then I am relieved when I find myself in my soft bed
Then there are dreams of my loved one, whom I have not met for long, some are lost and some are just, forever gone. They visit me in my dreams and we share a song. There is laughter, cheers, joys, happiness and peace and I wake up in the morning with the smile in my eyes, saving my dreams under pillows of my soft bed
I have seen my grandfather’s dentures, up on sale, all the ladies in my society have long, curly nails, and there is a man in his underwear talking to his roses, saying a tearful goodbye to his broken weeds. The smell of daffodils creeps into my dream, when I open my eyes, I see flowers beside my soft bed.
I remove the parasitic nodes and other junk from my mind, making connections in a safe place from this worldly grind, although some complete the patterns of emotional expectations and some do lower my awful stress, but I am disassociated from my conscious state, lying still and breathing evenly in my soft bed.
I have sought meaning in dreams or divination through dreams. Dreams have history, both as a subject of conjecture and as a source of inspiration. It is physiologically a response to a neural process, psychologically, it is a reflection of the subconscious, but spiritually, I feel my Lord’s presence on my soft bed
I have a déjà vu when my dream escapes, to show me the familiarity of the people I have never ever met, mysteriously reminding me of the situation or place, that in my sub conscious mind I had it suppressed. I am planning to pre- program my next beauty sleep, and hoping to remember from start to the end, I will watch it carefully, forward and rewind and will memorize my dreams on my soft bed.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Jai Ganesha!
In a long queue for a glimpse
Of Great Lord Ganesha,
There are thousands of people
Surrounding me
The positive vibrations and
Quest for blessing
Is making all people
Pray silently.
Of Great Lord Ganesha,
There are thousands of people
Surrounding me
The positive vibrations and
Quest for blessing
Is making all people
Pray silently.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Godawful poems 29
A final entry on this last day with Acrostic, and Haiku
Gosh! During the last fort night
Oh my! I have blogged bad verse
Darn! In a real contest
Actually, I dare not invest
With this godawful
Fortnight, I could easily test
Untrue or topical or
Latest news
For you, it might be jest
Oh! But if you visit my blog
Really, you must, I suggest
Newer are my views
In twenty eight best
Green Poems that were
Highly awful test
Truly I warn that you cannot detest
***********
Really speaking
It was fun reading all awful
Poems, now Rest In Peace
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Gosh! During the last fort night
Oh my! I have blogged bad verse
Darn! In a real contest
Actually, I dare not invest
With this godawful
Fortnight, I could easily test
Untrue or topical or
Latest news
For you, it might be jest
Oh! But if you visit my blog
Really, you must, I suggest
Newer are my views
In twenty eight best
Green Poems that were
Highly awful test
Truly I warn that you cannot detest
***********
Really speaking
It was fun reading all awful
Poems, now Rest In Peace
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Godawful Poetry - 28
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
# 28
Aah! That Godawfool fortnight
During this godawfool fortnight
I have sat under this godawful torchlight
Eating this godawful Samosa
That I normally have at every godawfool meet-aah
With that godawful alcohol
That is served with those godawful cola
After those godawfool burbs
I head towards those godawfool suburbs
I had gone there in that godawful train
And was stuck in that godawful rain
I would go there every godawful season
Even though I had no godawfool reason
During one of those godawfool trips
I had almost lost my godawful grips
I wore that godawful toupee
And went for that godawfool endoscopy
I thought I was godawful clever
Until I met more godawfool braver
He was there on that godawful blog
Blogging about his godawfool dog
Thats when I developed that godawful rash
And I had to make quick godawful dash
Even though it looked like godawful zit
This is no godawfool tit
I stopped caring about that godawful license
I didn’t want to be under any godawfool influence
I would have landed in that godawfool hell
Had I not rung that timely godawful bell
Surrounded by those so many godawfool grinners
I elected myself as godawfool winner
Cause, though all were godawfool dummy
I guess, mine´s was most godawfool funny
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
# 28
Aah! That Godawfool fortnight
During this godawfool fortnight
I have sat under this godawful torchlight
Eating this godawful Samosa
That I normally have at every godawfool meet-aah
With that godawful alcohol
That is served with those godawful cola
After those godawfool burbs
I head towards those godawfool suburbs
I had gone there in that godawful train
And was stuck in that godawful rain
I would go there every godawful season
Even though I had no godawfool reason
During one of those godawfool trips
I had almost lost my godawful grips
I wore that godawful toupee
And went for that godawfool endoscopy
I thought I was godawful clever
Until I met more godawfool braver
He was there on that godawful blog
Blogging about his godawfool dog
Thats when I developed that godawful rash
And I had to make quick godawful dash
Even though it looked like godawful zit
This is no godawfool tit
I stopped caring about that godawful license
I didn’t want to be under any godawfool influence
I would have landed in that godawfool hell
Had I not rung that timely godawful bell
Surrounded by those so many godawfool grinners
I elected myself as godawfool winner
Cause, though all were godawfool dummy
I guess, mine´s was most godawfool funny
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Friday, August 29, 2008
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 27
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
Learn to speak Minglish Bai
# 27
Why don’t you just speak Minglish, Bai
And change your shop hoardings and keep quiet
Just leave the bakwas there and take your side
Can’t you see the borders of my suburb line
Which is extended up to Dharavi height
Why don’t you just speak Minglish Bai
If you cannot learn from lengua guide
Then keep a tutor who is bright
Just leave the bakwas there and take your side
You say it´ s the lifestyles of Bandra you like
Then people of Bandra for you will be delight
Why don’t you just speak Minglish Bai
You will be deported if you strike
Or if you identify global logos/brands by their lights
Just leave the bakwas there and take your side
Khar, Andheri, Chinchpokli, Vikroli, Kurla, Sanpada
They all are boring and completely outside,
Why don’t you just speak Minglish Bai
Just leave the bakwas there and take your side
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Learn to speak Minglish Bai
# 27
Why don’t you just speak Minglish, Bai
And change your shop hoardings and keep quiet
Just leave the bakwas there and take your side
Can’t you see the borders of my suburb line
Which is extended up to Dharavi height
Why don’t you just speak Minglish Bai
If you cannot learn from lengua guide
Then keep a tutor who is bright
Just leave the bakwas there and take your side
You say it´ s the lifestyles of Bandra you like
Then people of Bandra for you will be delight
Why don’t you just speak Minglish Bai
You will be deported if you strike
Or if you identify global logos/brands by their lights
Just leave the bakwas there and take your side
Khar, Andheri, Chinchpokli, Vikroli, Kurla, Sanpada
They all are boring and completely outside,
Why don’t you just speak Minglish Bai
Just leave the bakwas there and take your side
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Godawful Poetry - 26
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
#26
Face Book
I agree, I am logging night and day on this facebook
So what? You don’t have to pay if I am on this facebook
What goes of yours if I see my friends and
Bhai logs´ fotoos everyday on this facebook
I will even send them haftas and suparis with coupons
That normally fade away on this facebook
Sometimes I am reading and writing for them notes and
Merrily joking away on this facebook
I will poke them; give them pyar ki japki, I will nudge them
Even if I have nothing to say on this facebook
Scrabble, Rummy, Matka and quiz
Oh! The many more games that we play on this facebook
With such good pastime pushpee is thrilled
And you better Gap Bas on this facebook
Samja kya?
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
#26
Face Book
I agree, I am logging night and day on this facebook
So what? You don’t have to pay if I am on this facebook
What goes of yours if I see my friends and
Bhai logs´ fotoos everyday on this facebook
I will even send them haftas and suparis with coupons
That normally fade away on this facebook
Sometimes I am reading and writing for them notes and
Merrily joking away on this facebook
I will poke them; give them pyar ki japki, I will nudge them
Even if I have nothing to say on this facebook
Scrabble, Rummy, Matka and quiz
Oh! The many more games that we play on this facebook
With such good pastime pushpee is thrilled
And you better Gap Bas on this facebook
Samja kya?
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Nursery Rhymes
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
#23
Little fat Ganpat
Was learning Marathi alphabets
Mixing his ayes with kays
There came a Mumbai manoos
Near him, he did ghoos, ghoos
Gave him jhadka and told him
He was gay
# 24
Santa, Banta
Went to Delhi
To meet Mona Ghandhi
She couldn’t explain to them
The rules of RTI
Instead served them
Italian macaroni
La la la la la la la
Mona, Sona, all so funney
# 25
Jack and Hill
Went up the hill
To meet George Khush
And Clinton Mill
But they met Osama
He thought it was fantasma
And Jill broke silence with
Her loud laughter
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
#23
Little fat Ganpat
Was learning Marathi alphabets
Mixing his ayes with kays
There came a Mumbai manoos
Near him, he did ghoos, ghoos
Gave him jhadka and told him
He was gay
# 24
Santa, Banta
Went to Delhi
To meet Mona Ghandhi
She couldn’t explain to them
The rules of RTI
Instead served them
Italian macaroni
La la la la la la la
Mona, Sona, all so funney
# 25
Jack and Hill
Went up the hill
To meet George Khush
And Clinton Mill
But they met Osama
He thought it was fantasma
And Jill broke silence with
Her loud laughter
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Baby!
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
# 22
I saw your post on forum today
I think I understand how you mean to play
There is something in the words you say
It changes the curvatures of my face
And it took time for me to know
What you tried to write so hard to show
It’s those silly phrases that you used
They changed all the gears of my face
After Google searching high and low
It finally hit my belt below
The cliché that you have used
Makes me kneel down on the floor
Baby,
Why do you write so?
Why do you rhyme so?
You know you have no talent
Why do you have to put up such show?
Baby
Don’t torture me like this
Don’t behave like Krish
I can do without your love poems
If only you could know
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
# 22
I saw your post on forum today
I think I understand how you mean to play
There is something in the words you say
It changes the curvatures of my face
And it took time for me to know
What you tried to write so hard to show
It’s those silly phrases that you used
They changed all the gears of my face
After Google searching high and low
It finally hit my belt below
The cliché that you have used
Makes me kneel down on the floor
Baby,
Why do you write so?
Why do you rhyme so?
You know you have no talent
Why do you have to put up such show?
Baby
Don’t torture me like this
Don’t behave like Krish
I can do without your love poems
If only you could know
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Monday, August 25, 2008
My Awful Dog
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
#21
I am under self imposed curfew, my right hand is dressed
In pure white, tight garment and I am too depressed
I wave my hand to my dog, but he too, is not impressed
I tell him, it´s a beef bone, he says, but it´s not even fresh
Anyways, he is too full, having eaten a chicken breast
Now, too sleepy and not in mood to hear my sickly jest
If I trouble him too much, he might become a perfect pest
Then his barking will continue until I lose my fixed address
The neighbours might sue me for stealing their beauty rest
They will accuse me blindly and invent reasons to harass
I will not be able to pacify them even if I stoop to caress
The law suit will go on for years and make me very aggress
sive
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
#21
I am under self imposed curfew, my right hand is dressed
In pure white, tight garment and I am too depressed
I wave my hand to my dog, but he too, is not impressed
I tell him, it´s a beef bone, he says, but it´s not even fresh
Anyways, he is too full, having eaten a chicken breast
Now, too sleepy and not in mood to hear my sickly jest
If I trouble him too much, he might become a perfect pest
Then his barking will continue until I lose my fixed address
The neighbours might sue me for stealing their beauty rest
They will accuse me blindly and invent reasons to harass
I will not be able to pacify them even if I stoop to caress
The law suit will go on for years and make me very aggress
sive
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Beijing Olympics 2008
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
# 20
Beijing Olympics are over, everybody is back home
Some with silver, some with gold
Some are back with memories to be told
Of various ceremonies that were performed on the poles
Nobody complained of human rights
They clapped for performers, who were dressed in lights
Everybody was blogging about those spectacular sights
While jealous people around the world called this a ´blight´
Visitors and sportsmen were in happy mood
Every half an hour they gulped Chow Chow food
Shaking their head, they said ´it was good´
Had nickname for every loser, it was ´hey Dude!´
Now Chinese are all lonely men
Twiddling their thumbs in their darkly den
Have not enough money to even buy a pen
Wasted it all on a golden hen
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
# 20
Beijing Olympics are over, everybody is back home
Some with silver, some with gold
Some are back with memories to be told
Of various ceremonies that were performed on the poles
Nobody complained of human rights
They clapped for performers, who were dressed in lights
Everybody was blogging about those spectacular sights
While jealous people around the world called this a ´blight´
Visitors and sportsmen were in happy mood
Every half an hour they gulped Chow Chow food
Shaking their head, they said ´it was good´
Had nickname for every loser, it was ´hey Dude!´
Now Chinese are all lonely men
Twiddling their thumbs in their darkly den
Have not enough money to even buy a pen
Wasted it all on a golden hen
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Troll
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
# 19
You put a right foot in, you put a right hand out
Then you chop a naughty troll who shows his head around
You go the boogey, doggey, then swirl the troll down
And then bury him under the ground
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
# 19
You put a right foot in, you put a right hand out
Then you chop a naughty troll who shows his head around
You go the boogey, doggey, then swirl the troll down
And then bury him under the ground
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Saturday, August 23, 2008
hai wu
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
# 11
Irresponsible lass
Puffing away her hard earned cash
On a cloud of black mess
#12
Stingy Paul
Won’t spend no penny nor a dime
Eating steamed rice with a stale lime
#13
Said one chair to another
Chair
Here comes bum with a sexy flair
#14
Elephant had difficulty
Finding a wife, he needed a surgery
Of his dental spike
#15
Red hot cigarettes,
Drugs and pipes
Friends of short lived Johns and Mike
#16
Pregnant Susan went by bus
To get herself operated
She got stuck in a traffic jam
And found herself stranded
#17
I am in bliss
I just had a miss
Of fowl breathed kiss
#18
Shaft is bent, hands so sweaty
Whacked like a sucker, I can hardly walk
To be desired, a follow-through leaves a lot
Hold on, I need to wash my balls
And put them back into this golf bag
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
# 11
Irresponsible lass
Puffing away her hard earned cash
On a cloud of black mess
#12
Stingy Paul
Won’t spend no penny nor a dime
Eating steamed rice with a stale lime
#13
Said one chair to another
Chair
Here comes bum with a sexy flair
#14
Elephant had difficulty
Finding a wife, he needed a surgery
Of his dental spike
#15
Red hot cigarettes,
Drugs and pipes
Friends of short lived Johns and Mike
#16
Pregnant Susan went by bus
To get herself operated
She got stuck in a traffic jam
And found herself stranded
#17
I am in bliss
I just had a miss
Of fowl breathed kiss
#18
Shaft is bent, hands so sweaty
Whacked like a sucker, I can hardly walk
To be desired, a follow-through leaves a lot
Hold on, I need to wash my balls
And put them back into this golf bag
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
Friday, August 22, 2008
I dont need you
Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 19th - 31st August
# 10
dont stare at me with those silly eyes
time to say to you my good byes
i dont wish to keep with you any ties
you have told me too many of your lies
lately I have seen you with too many guys
sitting on their lap or sleeping on their thighs
pouting and breathing with all those sighs
hiding behind those colourful hair dyes
sometimes in your group of fives
drinking and swearing under those spell of highs
I would rather prefer that simple girl who is chi
nese
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
# 10
dont stare at me with those silly eyes
time to say to you my good byes
i dont wish to keep with you any ties
you have told me too many of your lies
lately I have seen you with too many guys
sitting on their lap or sleeping on their thighs
pouting and breathing with all those sighs
hiding behind those colourful hair dyes
sometimes in your group of fives
drinking and swearing under those spell of highs
I would rather prefer that simple girl who is chi
nese
Godawful Poetry Fortnight
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