Tuesday, July 25, 2006

The work shop!!

this poem was abt a terrible experience Dated:25th Nov,2005! we students were invited 2 attend a workshop on surface embellishments[thngs to do with texturing of fabric surface, eg:embroidery, etc] at JIMMS..another institute.. i managed to write a poem describin the minutes of this gr8 event!!well im posting this so that all u readers can feel equally priveledged in knowing what it was abt...well just in case u figure it out..do let me know 2!!!!


Here we landed early morn
Into this place in a state of yawn!
In comes a lady asking for registration…
N we feel our brains moving into mode-Refrigeration!!
Escorted r we into this hall...
Where there r saris instead of paint on the wall!!
In comes the guest n the dean
We still wonder wht did they mean!
A grounded feeling is wht v get
On seeing the d├ęcor n the set!
What’s up with people??? We ponder aloud...
For we fail to follow what everything is abt!
A strange atmosphere surrounds us all
Sinking our minds into the fall!
God knows what struck us hard..
That v agreed to come!
The challenge as if preservation of our brain
Which is forced thru the drain!
An odour of dumbness surrounds us
As v pass thru the torture!
Nothings new that v hear
Yet all is unknown!
the breaks that are granted
Break us into pieces!
The competition so competent
Still v emerge invincible!
For our dumbness has no limits..
N the results hav no gimmicks!
The judges scratch their head, still unable 2 decide
Whos the best of the lot!
Ask me, it’s a sheer waste
Not only of time n paper but also patience!
Ini, mini, myni, moe….
Catch any one n let us go!
We are forced to wait
Till they do their time pass!!
Hopin against hope is all v can do
For neither can v sit nor can v go!
Don’t know what is it that they want…
Plz let us know n we’ll grant!
Alas! N at last! They gave away the prizes..
N as v knew it, it was a bunch of hardworking people!
Well! All v looked for was a good gala time..
N to know it, we had 1!
Of all the disasters this was the best
N I lied all abt it 2 them!!
A wonderful evening n a torturous one
After all it was all dumb work at this shop!!!

Monday, July 17, 2006

Unsaid Words

one of my fav poems...


Words r to b heard…
Tears r to b seen!
Life is to experience
Truth is to b realized!
Relations r to b maintained
But luv is to b felt!
The words heard may not b completely grasped
The tears may not b totally dry!
We may not learn through experience…
We may not realize fate!
The relations may change
N equally we forget to feel!
Every sigh, has a note…
Every touch, has a quote!
Every look has an expectation
Every deed has an explanation!
Silence says it all
But words r for which we fall!
Another feel, another look is all that is needed
But is easily ignored!
The depth of silence is missed 2 measure
Coz words r more of a pleasure!
The sigh that we were 2 quote
R thrown ignorantly off the boat!
A longing, a whisper… r all that these lips utter…
Worldly woes, fake sighs, r all in the mind that clutters!
The look in the eyes
Blink n ultimately die!
So easy it seems to blame luck n fortune…
Especially without bothering who’s humming what tune!
Luv is ignored to the core…
N people scream for luv to the Lord!
Feelings never die they say...
Which ones remains the question!
A life of numbness we lead…
Senses dead, n salvation the question!
Silence retains its beauty.
Waiting for the wrld 2 look into the mirror
Realization remains a quest…
For none hear these unsaid words!!!



An understated life…
An understated desire…
A life of jolts
A life, undertaken by wish!
Leading it on, surely a challenge
Undercover… or over… either ways!!
A hand full of desires
Open to feed others soul!
Eyes full of hope
To cater others hope!
A true self
An oily face
Trying to slip off the imbalance within
A fear to go off unnoticed
Yet an attempt to stay undercover!
A desire to spread smiles
A destiny to retreat satisfied!
One life is all that’s granted
A 1000 miles yet to cover!
The true self under make-up
Though none is used!
A fear to unleash what’s inside
For the outside turbulence is unbearable!
Ready to face life as it is n as it comes….
Yet… a desire for change persists!
That touch of light has to b mine
That touch… that frees all!
Trying to b transparent
With an opaque body!
A life, a soul, for all to look into n feel
Yet so personal…. So deep!
Though the obstacles not very huge
I desire a tight hug!
Faith in the eyes is all I need
A feeling of being accompanied
I shall fight, I shall bridge,
I shall b there…
But there must be some to come this side of the shore!
Awaiting their steps on the bank!
I can’t die if my mission remains
N another birth is a big gamble!
I await the moment to set me free
I shall be born from my tears…
For I am the Pheonix
That shall not take 500yrs any more!!
Ready to live… ready to luv…
This is me…

N this is what I shall be!!!