The Island

A little sandy island ,
with a palm tree on its beach ,
set out one day to make its life ,
among the high seas .

It scoffed at the mighty mainland ,
and said i dont need yee ,
i'll do what the hell i please ,
and you'll never stop me .

It struggled in the stormy waters ,
thinking of where it had been ,
and one day when the sun arose from slumber ,
it was nowhere to be seen .

CBT

Sneha Ravichandran sat on a tree ,
she was glum with misery .

Reliance wireless had screwed her over ,
cutting the one line to the outside world that drove her .

For this injustice she claimed revenge ,
the severing of her internet connection she would avenge .

And that my friend is the story told ,
of Sneha Ravichandran , the brave beautiful and bold .

Note : This poem is dedicated to Miss Sneha and to my CBT (Components based technologies) paper which i have tomorrow . Well this is what happens when i try to study something seriously . lol .

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the drops of rain
that fall from the sky
that feeling of bliss
on your inward eye

the jim jammy biscuits
with their creamy centres
their sweetened insides
comparison unhindered

crunch of leaves
on the cool green grass
little things
that bring a tiny spark

you are as raging thunder
torrential rain
grossly underutilized
and driving insane

that exquisite laugh
that impeccable taste
that feeling of relaxation
in a static state

a compilation of wonders
of ideas and interests
did something go wrong somewhere ?
or one of the best

overwhelmingly intelligent
dangerously pretty
implicitly smart
enjoyably witty

like the drops of rain
that bring a refreshing wave
its my pleasure to add
glad to have met you babe

Image Courtesy : Seshmita Veda

Eternity's end

an eternity it seems ,
you've been in my heart ,
an eternity i thought ,
you'd remain .

but somehow on this day ,
i get the feel ,
my love's too precious ,
to give away .

its not like things ,
have changed for worse ,
my affection for you ,
remains .

though the once permanent place ,
reserved in my heart ,
today ,
reads another name .

why this ?
why now ?
why at all ?
i ask .

times are hard ,
and the need arises ,
and with regret ,
i bid you part .

for love alone ,
is not a simple thing ,
it takes a lot ,
out of me .

it leaves me dry ,
it leaves me sore ,
its like a ,
dreaded disease .

im happy for you ,
and always ,
your happiness ,
will remain ,

my one priority ,
in all times ,
even if your love for me ,
is disdain .

Passing of the rain

The rains have come ,
the sky so dark ,
it beats down mercilessly ,
leaves a destructive path .

But time moves on ,
and in its wake ,
sprout new seeds ,
the flora fauna awake .

Flowers bloom ,
on the lush green grass ,
the beautiful song ,
drowns out the perilous dark .

The new times ,
bring in a new tide ,
the beauty of the land ,
covers the ravage inside .

Even in nature ,
as in man ,
it must resurrect itself ,
anyway it can .

Devastation and destruction ,
cannot always remain ,
as someone once said ,
nothing lasts forever ,
even cold november rain .

Flight of the phoenix

burning in yellow ,
calm in white ,
before the afternoon sets in ,
do you fancy a flight ?

where is it that your headed ,
bag on your back ,
crony on your arm ,
a spring step in your track .

homeward bound ,
or to old boring lab ,
wherever it is ,
that glimpse of you sure made me glad

Why ?

Have you ever wondered ,
why someone does something for you ,
when you had given up all hopes ,
there she stands out the blue ,

The mind is perplexed ,
the senses believe not that which they feel ,
why i wonder , why ,
did she ever come back to me ?