My Net

Well, right now I'm not at my home. I'm at my grandparents' place. Here this fu***** internet is so irritating that it has really pissed me off. So, thats why I wrote this poem to publicise my grief :D

I sit when I'm free,
Just to talk with my friends,
But before I start to chat,
The conversation ends.

The net hates me so much,
And it incurs my rage,
Whenever I try to surf something,
I fail to open the page.

Every time I get the message,
“Failed to connect to the server”.
It tries its best to mess with me,
And let my interest for it sever.

My friends also end up,
In being its victims.
And perhaps I become the indirect means,
For all the abuse and swearings.

I feel like smashing the screen,
And damaging the parts.
For this net is like a curse,
Pissing me off with its behavior so harsh.

When

Tears started to stream out of my eyes,

When I thought about the time,
When you and I together looked at the stars,
In the dark night skies.

It began to hurt deep inside my heart,
When I remembered about us ,
You and I were always together,
In the times which were easy or hard.

An immense urge in me arouse to yell,
When the pictures of the past began to sprout,
When I used to wait to open the door,
When you’d come and ring the bell.

My eyes began to swell due to my weeps,
Reminiscing about the love we had in the past,
And the wonderful days we spent together,
When you comforted me with you touch so meek.

Weaker I was getting day by day,
Since the day you and I had separated,
You broke your promise of staying with me forever,
And you forgot everything that you used to say.

Why did you have to leave?
When I needed you the most?
Why did you have to throw me from your life?
Tell me please, tell me honestly.

Was I just a game you were playing with?
Or just for sometime you used me?
I loved you so much you know.
But dear, I still can never forget you even for a minute.

I wish you had never left…

History's mystery

I sit on my bed and wonder,

Why the kings did commit blunders?

I try pretty hard but cannot understand,

Why can’t we free ourselves from these strands?

 

Was it our fault that the British made colonies?

Or they committed such crude atrocities?

Was it us who asked the French to conquer other regions?

Why are we forced to study all, nobody knows the reasons.

 

Now they justify this by stating such things,

All this will make us wise and knowledge will it bring,

Studying all this will warn us not to repeat the same mistakes,

But why can’t they understand that gone are those days?

 

We study so that we can become something in life,

And be successful and reach places so high.

But by mugging up all that, will it do any good?

For we will forget everything in a day or two.

 

It is indigestible for me to study history,

For I found tat subject so miffing and creepy.

The hatred for it in me is so immense,

The need to study it is and will always be a suspense.

The story of the love plant.

Seeds were sown in my heart the day,
When you said you’ll make me feel okay.
You poured in it the water of your passion,
And nourished it with all your love and affection.

Slowly and slowly the seed began to grow,
And the new signs of life it started to show.
From it arouse a little sweet sapling of love,
Which was innocent and looked so tender.

You and I together took care of it,
And never let it become down even a bit.
It developed in the nutrients of our devotion,
And inside it were brewing many aspirations.

Finally it was grown healthy and bright,
It was warmed in our cozy and tepid sunlight.
It looked so dazzling and green,
With such a cheerful and jaunty sheen.

But one day came a tempest so strong,
And the plant was about to uproot in the storm.
We became afraid and our hearts began to sink,
With the fear of all the unholy things that were happening.

You were moved by what was going on,
And longed the dusk to end and waited for the dawn.
But the gale was strong-minded and didn’t cease,
And the plant would expire soon it believed.

Tears started to stroll down my cheeks,
The storm was the strongest and at the highest peak.
My heart was brimming with the terror that the plant would perish,
And the memories would soon be erased that the leaves cherished.

You were broken too when you saw me crying,
With every tear that fell from my eyes you were dying.
But what was fated could never be changed,
It was written so the efforts to stop the storm went in vain.

You and I were not meant to be together,
One day, our relationship was destined to sever.
That plant of love that was grown in my heart,
Died the day when the storm came, for me it was too hard.

You and I separated that very day,
With all the memories in our hearts when we were gay.
I still keep them with me all the time,
And just a thought of them really makes me cry.

A message to my friends

It has been a real long time since I posted something other than poems in my blog and today is quite an apt day for that. First of all, its absolutely not fine but okayish going on here. I screwed up my marks in social studies (I wholeheartedly loathe that subject for I simply can’t stand those things where I need to mug up) and am finally down with that. But okay, I have started to study that. So, my friends’ efforts didn’t go futile (Read: Shobhit and Shweta). And I am also jolly cheesed off staying back at home with books all day all night. Two days later is going to be my results and am, for the first time ever in my life, not ready to take it. Anyway, let’s leave all these things to myself. Why I picked today’s day to update my blog is to clear one thing to my dearest friends who have misapprehended me and my poems adorning my blog. They think that I am quite dissatisfied with life and am really undergoing depression. They think I have turned into a sad soul who once used to be very bright and buoyant. And I really disagree with them. I condemn their misconceptions about my mood. I was, a few weeks back, unhappy with a few things but now I am ABSOLUTELY ALRIGHT with everything. I am complacent with whatever I have got. If I am unhappy with something, then it is only my performance in the pre-boards and I truly regret it as it was my serious folly of carelessness. But otherwise I am leading a blissful life. What I write as poetry is just an imagination. Trust me. Nothing more, nothing less. Please stop saying and lecturing me about being happy and stuff. I really cannot welcome something of that ilk when I already am not enduring anything. And if only my poems are what displease you then okay, you won’t find anymore verses written by me in my blog. I wont ‘flaunt’ them and let them confined to only me. I really cannot do anything better. I know that was pretty harsh but I can’t help it either. What else can I do. So, till the next time I ‘write’ here anything, buhbye. :)

Erase The Memories

Another day passed away,

Another moment on my bed I lay,

Another night when I cried so much,

Another time my heart ripped apart.

Every time when I promise myself,

I will not cry and stay jubilant.

But alas! Joy cannot be with me for long,

It ditches me and each time leaves me alone.

People think I remain miserable unnecessarily,

And cry all the time needlessly.

They say I am a sad soul. 

Depressed, glum and morose on the whole.

They nag and keep on telling me,

I used to be once jolly but now they find no glee. 

They ask me why I have become so morbid.

But nobody has a clue as to what the truth is.

I don’t know why all this had to befall; 

When I was leading a happy life after all. 

Everything shattered within a few days,

It’s the end of it now what they say. 

But it’s not for nothing. 

There is a reason behind every damn thing. 

This hasn’t happened without a cause. 

Something brought the delight to a pause.

I don’t want to divulge further,

It would hurt me if I remind it ever after.

I want to pack and seal it in my heart,

Thinking about it makes me sob real hard. 

I don’t want this story to be told.

I want to move on and don’t want it to hold. 

I don’t mean I want to forget everything. 

I just mean to erase the memories of my sufferings.