WHY POETRY??? the answers!!!

A guy in our Locality (Akshay) had a question put forth,,,
i give here an answer...let's see if it's admired or just loathed!!!

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Why poetry…the answers!!!


A poetic-mate of ours was wondering a few days ago,
Why we write poems, what reasons do we know,
So, I thought, why not, just compile and present,
Cause of this addiction, why poetry we can’t resent.

One thing’s for sure, no one’s born reciting verses,
If ever it happens, imagine the horror on the faces of nurses,
There’s always a first time, when we collect words that rhyme,
The excitement soars when someone calls it ‘a little above just fine’.

Slowly, we’re caught in a no-escape web wide,
Deriving pleasure from lingual idiosyncrasies comes under limelight,
With every line we add, ten other capture our mind,
The chain continues, relating new pieces with the ones behind.

Initially, there’s a search for topics to write about,
But later, with time on hand, there’s an urge to write, forgetting counts,
Sometimes, just to kill time, sometimes, to pour our heart out,
At times, our expressions are subtle, and at times, way too loud.

No doubt, all began, with scribbling on blank pages,
However, keying it onto the PC, is easily preferred by present ages,
But, leave alone the medium, the thoughts matter more,
Breaking fences, crossing boundaries, bringing alive every word to the core.

Well, I wrote what I felt, now it’s time for my case to rest,
Hoping I’ve convinced all my poetic pals to the best,
Don’t you dare desert this art, on the advice of some expressionless morons,
Write what you feel…feel what you write, and keep smiling…for you’ll surely ROCK ON!!!

Mood---kind of analytical.

Tribute to my fav dish MAGGI

when i feel like eating noodles but too lazy to go
The home delivery number neither do i know

I just have to pick the yummy pack
which is placed in the food rack

filling the vessel with water,wait for it to boil
looking at the container impatiently in a turmoil

finally i add the lovely white stuff
and await for it to turn yellow in a puff

I put my dish in my favourite bowl
mouth's watering and my eyes set to roll

to add some flavour,I add some lime
gulp the hot thing down in no time

if you are still wondering what it is
it's maggie , my favourite dish !!

I Wish I Knew How To Cry

How I wish
I knew how to cry
To get rid of the pain
Let it all go by

To stop feeling hurt
Become completely numb
Have a look in the mirror
See what I’ve become

Those eyes are empty
There’s no life inside
Those cheeks are wet
The tears still haven’t dried

Small wishes I had
They shall remain unfulfilled
I’m not really sad
But a part of me has been killed

How I wish
I knew how to cry
To get rid of the pain
Let it all go by

I had a beautiful dream
It has just been broken
My heart is getting shattered
With every word you have spoken

I wish I could be alone
Just stay here not carry on
Cause the fire inside has died down
The will to live is all but gone

How I wish
I knew how to cry
To get rid of the pain
Let it all go by
Not punish myself
By asking why
Cause I know you wont cary
Even if I die

DIS ONE"S the best of the lot i have written till date

For my Grandmother...
See you soon Granny
I am sorry I was not by your side
When you breathe your last
But i know
We will be seeing each other soon
Our happiness will be forever
I will be picking flowers for you
There will be plenty of them everywhere
We will be singing to our hearts' delight
I will be singing the song you composed for me
There will be no more tears but joy
See you soon, i promise

MIXED FEELINGS

dun tink m gud at ritin but still....


I have feelings of love for the Gal I see.
Does she love me too, what does she think of me?

I wish I could tell her she makes me whole, but I'm afraid to say
what's deep in my soul.

I don't want to lose her, for I would be alone,
and some days I just can't wait to hear her voice on the phone.

SHe does certain things to make me feel loved,
some days she wants to be alone and my heart is shoved.

I want to feel as though I am his safeguard,
the one she can come to when things get hard.

I will always be there to help her along,
and before we met I wasn't as strong.

I wish I could tell her what I feel inside,
but I'm afraid of what she'll say, how she'll act on the outside.