Dedicated by a seemingly un-possessive friend to a friend who has absolutely no idea.
The story of any shyster's life. That is, any possessive shyster. I mean, any possessive shyster who loves someone. You know, any possessive shyster who loves someone so much. Like, any possessive shyster who loves someone so much it hurts.
OK, so you get the idea.
She thought her friend
Was one among a million;
She didn't know, though,
She was all her friend had.
This is such a cliche, I know -
A million stars in the sky,
But just a single moon up there.
I know, it's sad, oh, so sad.
So many serial lights on a wire -
Would you let just one glow?
So many buds out in the garden,
Would you let just one bloom?
It pained that one star, still.
She wasn't the only one.
The moon had lots to care for -
So, for just this lone star,
She couldn't make room.
The star, in all her ignorance,
Could use only familiar metaphors.
She didn't know how to express,
Say out loud that she too was there.
She didn't know the fancy stuff;
She could only smile and pretend
She wasn't holding the tears at bay,
She's not had more than she could bear.
So with this cliched, boring song,
She aimed to evoke a smile,
But not for dawning realization.
She hoped to sing this last song
Before she faded away, fast,
Into the gaping, huge nothingness.
Before she was a thing of the past,
Absorbed into painful oblivion.
Writing something like this. Taking a dig at the shallowest of the shallow creatures in this world. I really had to write it. Men suck, seriously.
And I'm disabling comments here because I don't care a damn for the self-righteous men who can argue all they want that they are so decent and that they respect all women alike, because all of us know the truth.
Coming to the literary value of this work - hell, this poem doesn't even rhyme properly or make any sense in most of the places.
Men are such shallow creatures.
They try so hard to impress
Pretty faces with romantic overtures.
The perfect figure, nice boobs,
Slim waist, lush lips and no less -
Oh, hell, men are so easy to please.
Men make the worst friends.
I hate it when they flirt
With a plain Jane friend, till the end,
Just to pump for information on a pretty girl.
They are dirtier than dirt,
Or still worse, when they do that.
There might be decent men, of course -
But they're an endangered species;
More like extinct, lost; more's
The pity. They really disgust me so,
When they go all starry-eyed, like bees
Swarming a flower, around a pretty face.
Men are such shallow beings.
It's really sad, but so very true.
They have all their feelings
Concentrated on one region of their body -
And you know which one, too.
They are oh, so damn shallow.
I really wish he'd know it's for him if he sees this poem.
A regal posture -
His back upright,
He walked so tall,
A fascinating sight.
A roman nose,
Brown eyes, thick-lashed,
Sweet, nerdy glasses -
I stared at him, unabashed.
His lips so pink,
And perfect, and full,
I'd like to steal a kiss,
Or two - oh, so beautiful.
One look from him,
And I'd melt, or die.
One touch from him,
I can't imagine, oh, my!
Out of this world,
He's an angelic being.
My heart still remembers
My heart still sings.
My heart's awakened
After years of numbness -
And he's the reason;
May he live long, god bless!
Oh, yes, today's definitely one of my "I'm-in-a-romantic-mood-tra-la-la" days.
The notes slip into my ear,
Wistful, romantic and fascinating.
Into my heart, you drive a spear,
With that scorching look;
Can't you see I'm hyperventilating?
You sweep me away for a dance,
Just one, you say, but I know -
If it's just one waltz, by chance,
Will we be slipping away?
No, we will come back for more.
In and out of the dancing couples
We move gracefully - or we try to.
I forget all my misery, my troubles,
As your arms hold me close.
I lose myself in your eyes so blue.
We match, we move in perfect rhythm,
The music in our souls blend and sync.
We've got no rules, no laws, no algorithm
Of how to go about this.
But we belong - I've found love, the true link.
The waltz is over, but the music still lingers,
In the air around me, and in my heart.
I touch your cheeks with trembling fingers,
My eyes are filled with tears.
You're my everything, the end, the start.
With a ruffle of my hair, a tweak of my nose,
You bring the magic of it all back again.
With just a box of chocolates, or a blood-red rose,
You steal my silly romantic heart;
And the waltz begins to play, once again.
Plagued with a sense of failure,
Faced with the world's censure,
I'd like to go to the end of the world,
A mystic place, with tales untold.
I was a success when you were with me,
Now that I've lost, here you won't be!
I don't need shadows, I'd like real things,
Real feelings, not just imaginary beings.
I'd like to be held, to be protected and loved,
To be led away from the maddening crowd.
I'd like to be cherished, held close to the heart;
You could've been the one, but you were not.
We shared such joys, I believed all was right.
We had our moments - you made me soar like a kite.
It was great while it lasted; trust me, it was.
But with just one hurtful word, all is lost.
I thought we were made for each other, you and I.
I thought all was true, your each breath, your each sigh.
I'd never have believed you were lying to me all the while.
I'd like to forget to believe how untrue it all is, how vile.
Oh, I'd like so many things; I desire, crave, long for them all.
I'd like someone for the spring, and he'll be with me for the fall.
I'd like some love, some passion, all truthfully and freely shared.
I'd like someone who really cared, not just with words - but really cared.
This poem, I dedicate to Renold Devaraj. He's truly the best thing that's ever happened to me. He's the coolest, the cutest, the most wonderful guy in the world. I know he cares a lot for me and loves me, and I love him too.
This is just a little effort and I'm hoping I impress him. ;)
Most best things are short and sweet;
You're the best thing that's happened to me.
I'm longing for the time when we'll meet,
The time when right beside you I'll be!
I've never met a finer sweetheart,
I've never felt so loved and cherished.
I hope you and I will never, ever part,
Even after the world has perished!
I just wanted to tell you I love you too,
And came up with this shallow rhyme.
Sure as the stars high up, the sky so blue,
I'm thinking of you all day, all the time!
This is just a verse of mine, silly but true,
Nothing that can beat your love for me.
For your love is the best poetry I ever knew,
Its words so lyrical and magical to me.
P.S. My mom feels that this poem seems to be written for a lover (I know you're all laughing hard).
So, yes, Renold's just a friend who loves me. And yes, I love him too.
I don't care much for marriages, but I know one thing that's definitely made in heaven.
Chocolate! Chocolate is definitely made in heaven. Chocolate is the food of the gods.
Dark bitter chocolate. White milk chocolate. Chocolate with nuts, dried fruits...
Chocolate is an anti-depressant, an aphrodisiac...
I worship chocolate.
I'm sitting here with a bar of Kit-Kat, and I'm afraid to open it because I know I'll finish it in a single bite, then it'd get over and I would want another one, and I'd feel restless and irritated...
OK, so I'm a chocolate-addict. Big deal.
Whee, my blog's now 200 posts old!
My 200th post goes to Meena and to all my other friends who have always encouraged me to write more; to all those people who read even the worst of my writings and say, "Hey, that's nice!"; to all those people who think that I'd never be an engineer, and that I should pursue writing.
I dedicate this poem especially to Ram.
"The rabbit moves! So does
The snowy white polar bear,
Or the huge rhino - oh, so wondrous!
Even the wolf is lurking out of its lair!"
The child exclaimed, his round eyes wide;
His father chuckled softly, at his side.
"You said they will not be free,
You said they'll be behind bars.
But look at them all, Papa - golly gee!
There they all are, touching the stars!"
The child tugged at his father's fingers;
The father gave a smile that lingered.
"What you're seeing isn't the zoo;
We have not even entered it yet.
That's the sky, that's all over blue,
And the clouds, as imaginative as they can get!"
P.S. I know, silly poem. But couldn't help it. I saw a "bear-cloud" and a "lion-cloud", and I simply had to write this poem.
