A true story about a girl
Once too many times mistaken
Whose kind and loving nature
For granted had been taken
She looks at the clock and sees
Time has suddenly stopped
She wonders “Do my ears deceive me,
Someone at my Heart’s door just knocked!”
She opens the doors, rubs her eyes
And sees him standing there
A face so pure, so content, so beautiful,
An expression that shows his care
And as she is about to let him enter
A voice from behind begins
“You make the same mistake again,
Why do you wanna let him in?”
“What kinda mistake do you say I make?” she asks
“That I love him and trust in all he says?”
“Yes,” it replied, “You guessed it right,
But eventually you’re the one who pays.”
And as the tears stream down her cheeks
She screams back and makes known her say.
“I love him & he loves me,
And now on, he’s gonna stay!”
But I warn you, as I always do,”
Came a shrewd reply,
“Don’t complain if he leaves and goes,
Don’t you dare cry!”
“He will leave with another
And keep no hope of any trace
And the happiness will follow out with him
Leaving long lasting sadness on your face
Listen she did not
And him she let enter,
And today he’s the happy one
She’s just a mere repenter
I wrote this post when I was in school. Just found my book of poems so you will notice that I USED to rhyme back then. :P
Tell me how you like it and I'll post more :)
Friday, November 27, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Tears
And I cry for you
Every night I tell my pillow how much
I wish it were you
Dreams don’t help much
Tears at night leave signs
It hurts deep inside
I don’t need time
I need you.
Every night I tell my pillow how much
I wish it were you
Dreams don’t help much
Tears at night leave signs
It hurts deep inside
I don’t need time
I need you.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sudden Urges
Slowly as my fancy became a dream, I sat and watched it sink along with the great orange ball at sunset. The strong sudden longing to do what is right, degeneration of the difference between a smile and joy, along with confused inaudible words from my heart cause a mixture that is painfully bitter.
My heart is actually doing a kind of loud whispering thing, which makes me wanna strangle it. And for the best of what the situation is... My conscience has finally kicked in 23 years later! And I kid you not, its so pissing off!
You only reach this point once in your life. And I have no fear of sounding childish when I say that maturity is a new concept to me. Maturity... hmmm... has an odd ring to it. It even sounds OLD. After years of bitching about what I would do when I grew up.... Im finally here. And now I dont want nothing to do with it!
My heart is actually doing a kind of loud whispering thing, which makes me wanna strangle it. And for the best of what the situation is... My conscience has finally kicked in 23 years later! And I kid you not, its so pissing off!
You only reach this point once in your life. And I have no fear of sounding childish when I say that maturity is a new concept to me. Maturity... hmmm... has an odd ring to it. It even sounds OLD. After years of bitching about what I would do when I grew up.... Im finally here. And now I dont want nothing to do with it!
Curiosity got the cat that day!
It was a bright July afternoon. My cousin had come over to her granny's house for the weekend, which was just above my house. It was pouring toads and fishes, so we weren't allowed out. Not even in my gorgeous lime green rain-coat! We generally were not allowed out because of the rubbish we ended up accumulating on our clothes in just an hour and also because I always ended up with multiple scars. Being two years younger than me, she was the coolest cousin I had and she still is, till date. So back to the afternoon... a time, according to my grand-aunt, when kids were supposed to be napping and getting plumper. So we would lie down beside her and wait until she would loudly start to snore and then sneak out slowly. We followed the same routine every summer afternoon.
Once she was in slumber land, we sneaked into my uncle's bedroom. This was the time when cassettes were cool and having a collection of the same was über-cool. My uncle had somewhat the whole collection of songs, that we today call retro. I think today, I have more songs than he ever had on all those cassettes that filled two cupboards, on my little blessing-to-the-world, called an iPod.
So that day, we decided it would be a cool dare to take out one of the cassettes and try to figure out how music plays from such a tiny thing. At 8 years, I was pretty curious about many things, which caused the huge dent in my dad's wallet. So we picked up this one black plastic box and pulled out a stream of some brown ultra-thin plasticky thingie. It was like a magic show, the more we pulled, the more came out! And as all good things do, this joy we had pulling it out, finally came to an end.
Now, as a kid I learnt this. If you are curious, and you have let your curiosity cross the line by miles, all you have to do to not get into trouble is somehow manage to put it back just the way it was. So the task at hand was to some how stick all this plasticky thingie back into the hard plastic box. Being as intelligent as I was, I figured out that I had to turn the round thingie by sticking my finger into it. Being the naïve 6 year old that she was, my darling sister wanted to do it herself and pulled it from me while I was rolling it up. The ultra-thin plasticky thingie split. It took me 20 mins to calm down and finally decide that I could try and stick it together. But thanks to my Irish luck, no glue in the house. Running out of time, I decided to tie it into a knot and then wrap it. It worked! I wrapped it up and completely made it look like we had never touched that drawer. Crawled back into bed with snoring granny and slept it off.
The cassette being black, my uncle never noticed the knot in the tape. Until that fateful day when he decided that listening to The Cascades singing "Rhythm of the falling rain.." would be ideal on his gloomy-rainy sunday afternoon.
Till today, while hearing that song, I can only remember the way it played that day "Oh, listen to the faaawwlling raieeen..Pitter pater, pitter paaattttter" and adding to the background score, my cousin wailing loudly and me breaking into a run for my life...
Once she was in slumber land, we sneaked into my uncle's bedroom. This was the time when cassettes were cool and having a collection of the same was über-cool. My uncle had somewhat the whole collection of songs, that we today call retro. I think today, I have more songs than he ever had on all those cassettes that filled two cupboards, on my little blessing-to-the-world, called an iPod.
So that day, we decided it would be a cool dare to take out one of the cassettes and try to figure out how music plays from such a tiny thing. At 8 years, I was pretty curious about many things, which caused the huge dent in my dad's wallet. So we picked up this one black plastic box and pulled out a stream of some brown ultra-thin plasticky thingie. It was like a magic show, the more we pulled, the more came out! And as all good things do, this joy we had pulling it out, finally came to an end.
Now, as a kid I learnt this. If you are curious, and you have let your curiosity cross the line by miles, all you have to do to not get into trouble is somehow manage to put it back just the way it was. So the task at hand was to some how stick all this plasticky thingie back into the hard plastic box. Being as intelligent as I was, I figured out that I had to turn the round thingie by sticking my finger into it. Being the naïve 6 year old that she was, my darling sister wanted to do it herself and pulled it from me while I was rolling it up. The ultra-thin plasticky thingie split. It took me 20 mins to calm down and finally decide that I could try and stick it together. But thanks to my Irish luck, no glue in the house. Running out of time, I decided to tie it into a knot and then wrap it. It worked! I wrapped it up and completely made it look like we had never touched that drawer. Crawled back into bed with snoring granny and slept it off.
The cassette being black, my uncle never noticed the knot in the tape. Until that fateful day when he decided that listening to The Cascades singing "Rhythm of the falling rain.." would be ideal on his gloomy-rainy sunday afternoon.
Till today, while hearing that song, I can only remember the way it played that day "Oh, listen to the faaawwlling raieeen..Pitter pater, pitter paaattttter" and adding to the background score, my cousin wailing loudly and me breaking into a run for my life...
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Love Story
A love story, about a love
too good to be true
One two,
He buckled his shoe,
Three Four
Walked out the door
Five Six,
Realized they were an unusual mix
Seven Eight
What an asshole to figure it out so late
Nine Ten
And that was the end!
too good to be true
One two,
He buckled his shoe,
Three Four
Walked out the door
Five Six,
Realized they were an unusual mix
Seven Eight
What an asshole to figure it out so late
Nine Ten
And that was the end!
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