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Him and her.

Posted: April 2, 2015 in English, Poems
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If you liked A Facebook Relationship, this is one more such attempt. Hope you like it too 🙂

Happy, she put on her favorite dress, the finest lipstick she had. Sad, he threw the shoe away, and lay down on the bed.

Happy, she made the best Pasta ever, he’d like it, she thought. Sad, he forgot to bring the roses she thought he’d already bought.

Happy, she had a lot to talk about, confused where to start. Sad, he wanted to keep quiet and listen to Mozart.

Happy, she wanted to hop on him as he came, and kiss him the best way she could. Sad, he just wanted to hug her, and kiss her back if she would.

Happy, she had a news to share, and an idea in mind. Sad, he’d even say no to sex today, proving the first of his kind.

Happy, she called him, waiting for him to respond. Sad, he didn’t notice his phone, and her calls of which he was fond.

Happy, she saw him as he entered the door, but the energy wasn’t there. Sad, he saw her jumping like a kid, even in his despair.

Happy, she wanted him to be happy too, but something seemed wrong. Sad, he could see how excited she was, maybe he could play along.

Sad, he still smiled, knowing she wanted him to. Sad, she toned hers down, knowing he didn’t want to.

Happy, he kissed her first, assuring her his love and care. Happy, she held his hand, telling him she was there.

Also, I was recently told that posting a good comment adds two healthy years to your life. No harm in trying, right? 🙂

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Relationships these days are different, Well at least for some!
So just this thought crossed my mind and here comes an imagination (Which I guess, might be true for many as well 😛 )
Have a look 🙂

 

I saw her face, was like GOD’s blessing,

couldn’t see more, thanks to her privacy settings..


I don’t generally do it, still added her with a nice message,

hoped she’ll like it and open her heart’s passage..


Came her reply, she asked me who,

A series of messages then followed through..


Adding and chatting then continued all along,

Sometimes just a hi and sometimes dedicating a song..

 

Her style was different, an attitude decent,

Beautiful she was, like the moon crescent..


We talked a lot, sometimes shared a joke,

sometimes a like, at times a post, and the “all the time” poke..!

 Relationship@facebookIt was going well, should ask her to meet, or at least the number, i thought,

didn’t really feel the need but it was worth giving a shot..

 

But One day we fought, couldn’t resolve it all,

thanks to a spam, something bad I had posted on her wall..


I apologised, didn’t poke her all day,

But she put an emotional status which got a 50 likes in its way..


I was clueless, didn’t know what to do,

then came a time when i was drunk, messaged something which i can’t undo..

 

You have many guy friends, they like all your updates, i had said,

What am i to you, just a “poke buddy”, I guess I was mad..


She was furious, blocked me as a result in pain,

I made many new profiles to see her, but alas! All in vain..

 

It was one nice phase, that ended just like it was created,

I don’t think I’ll see her again, my profile was DEACTIVATED!

Just out of nowhere this thought popped into my head, so I thought why not carve it into a poem and let you all read what rubbish I think 😛
Have a look.

When robots will be at your service,

When roads will be of steel..

When passwords will take place of passports,

When just by a click wounds will heal..

Vision 22nd century

Vision: 22nd century

When we’ll watch tv on the palm,

When the lcd would be the new stage..

When we would rewind the life,

When humans will control the age..

 

When you won’t need a number to call,

When we’ll teleport instead of transport..

When colleges will be online,

When Xbox will be the new tennis court..

 

When dreams will be recorded,

When we’ll travel faster than light..

When we won’t need books to study,

When our buildings will reach Everest’s height..

 

I believe an age will come when we won’t need to contact anyone but we’ll still love to see a letter..

I know the time is near when love will prevail even though we would have found the fifth form of matter..

 

We’ll miss the past for sure but love the moment we live..

Just need to make sure, that time we have a legacy to give..

 

And this one for the sports fans:

Times may come but we won’t forget Sachin, Dhyanchand or Maradona..

Though i feel champions won’t be Djokovich or Barcelona 😛

Yes, being a big fan of Sachin, writing nothing about him till today was surprising even for me. But today is the day when this legend started his career in international cricket 22 years back, so I couldn’t get a better time to dedicate this little creation of mine to the master himself!  Have a look 🙂

Not long back it seems in cricket, a kid who started his career..
He didn’t start off very well, but in him, legends saw a warrior..
He was challenged, was put to tests, and strongly he came..
We call him Sachin, and the world remembers the name!

Chhotu Sachin

Gavaskar and Richards were his inspirations, like Bradman he played..
Mesmerizing were his shots, memorable were the tons he made..
He played against all, broke the records to change the game..
We call him Sachin, and the world remembers the name!

Records became his synonymous, from every shot he played, people learned..
He could hit every ball to fences, from the fastest ones to the ones that turned..
His skills gave him the position that no one could ever claim..
We call him Sachin, and the world remembers the name!

Bad times came, sometimes fitness and sometimes form..
But his confidence and the class stayed with him and he faced every storm..
Many said a lot about him, everytime his bat proved them lame..
We call him Sachin, and the world remembers the name!

Not only for the sport, but his personality is known..
His passion for cars, love for the country and the kindness is clearly shown..
May it be any form of game, any position he plays, his craze is always the same..
We call him Sachin, and the world remembers the name!

Known as a trendsetter, respected by the world, fame for him is now just another joke..
While he plays along, most of us wait for yet another master stroke..
Billions of hearts beat and eyes set on him, as he moves towards his aim..
We call him Sachin, and the world remembers the name!

The world cup winners

A few stanzas are too small to define the little master, as he means the life for many..
I penned down my feelings as a genuine fan, pardon the mistakes, if any..
An incarnation, as we call him, he has nothing to prove now..
I just want to see him play fit and healthy, so that many more times I can say WOW!

back with another poem.. trying to expand my reach but this one is for my sister.. as a b’day gift 🙂
and you might find the rhyme scheme a bit varying but it isn’t 😛

have a look 🙂

When I start remembering the moments,
all, I just can’t recollect

Out of all the great memories we have,
one is hard to select…
from the numerous things, tuff to select a few,
All I have is just a wish for you…

Love was what I didn’t know,
all I knew was, for me you were there
growing up for me wasn’t an easy journey,
without your affection and care…

People need teachers and mentors,
for me a teacher was you who I always had
sometimes kind, sometimes strict,
there for me when I was happy, there for me when I was sad…

I can’t forget those little treats,
neither can I forget those fights
it was just us that we needed and no one else,
and fun was the word for the days and nights…

We had good times, we had bad times,
it was your determination that gave me the power
we moved on from all situations with a smile,
and life was as fragrant as a flower…

Now that we live far apart,
few are the times when we meet
times might come when we aren’t there,
but the bond we share is strong and the relation is sweet…
the love will always be there, doesn’t matter whats old and whats new
all I have is just a wish for you

hey a last one is left 😛

This poem was something I made for you,
tried to be truthful while emotions found their way
I didn’t really have a gift for you,
So just adjust with this, and oh.. Happy birthday!! 😀

Before you read here’s something I want to say.
This one is just out of emotions… Remembering those days, seeing old friends and watching those beautiful old pictures, sometimes has an effect.

I would like to dedicate this one to all my friends in hostels, far from their homes and a few who really are feeling homesick these days… and also to those who will be far from their families in future (Which includes me too)

Don’t go for the rhyme (Which is “abcbdd” by the way) and just try to feel, who knows you might like it as well 😉

I remember the time when papa was the most powerful man in the world…
I remember the time when I actually used to sleep in nights..!
I remember how I used to snuggle into my sister’s arms…
And how afraid I was of heights…
I remember when I didn’t know what clever or cunning meant and everything I knew was good…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

I remember the time when mom’s lap was the snuggest bed for me…
I remember how small things made me happy which now I can’t describe…
I remember how precious a small pencil could be…
And how ecstatically I expressed things I used to imbibe…
I remember how everyone spoke the language of love to me and no one was misunderstood…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

I remember how an outing meant everyone together…
I remember how our love wasn’t restricted to Mother’s and Father’s day…
I remember the taste of the food mom made especially for me…
and how I never laughed when instead of happy, someone said gay…
I remember how playing in streets was in our routine and we were the champs of the neighbourhood…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

I remember how I used to rise early and go to school…
I remember how polishing the shoes was also a duty…
I remember the assembly, the periods and the friends…
with whom how a treat meant a pack of chips and a frooty…
I remember how we didn’t care for the future and how we scribbled on those tables of wood…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

I don’t say I want to relive those days…
Neither do I complain against the life I live…
But I just wish things were simple again…
and we could live freely, without worries and see what pleasure it can give…
What all I want is an unassuming life although with all its excitements, and would steal those moments, if I could…
Sometimes I miss my childhood..!

 

Ps: The Thought For This One Was Strengthened After I Read This By One Of My Favourite Authors 

“Another Belief Of Mine: That Everyone Else My Age Is An Adult, Whereas I Am Merely In Disguise.”—Margaret Atwood

Rakhi

When i was born, i didn’t know much about life..
Just saw someone was there to support me and her wishes for me were rife..
and that was you..

I did not talk.. i could barely walk.. many times i fell on land..
But every time someone was there to hold my hand..
and that was you..

I went to school, i made some friends..
But there was only one who would do my homework with her hands..
and that was you..
Sometimes shined.. sometimes i was bad.
There was someone who never let me get sad..
and that was you..

Times were good and times were rough..
There was someone whoz love for me was never enough..
and that was you..

I grew up.. i learned a lot..
Someone taught me whatever the situation might be, give your best shot..
and that was you..

Now that we don’t see each other that much..
You must know the bond can’t get weak as such..
and if there is a girl i have ever loved more than myself..
well.. that would be mom and not you.. 😛

Now i know you’ll read this and laugh.. but my poetries do have a range..
Yes, i know it wasn’t that good.. and my rhymes were strange..

I got no more words for what i feel, so this is it..
also that it was getting a bit emotional, where i don’t fit..

just want to end up saying

I am lucky to have two sisters who love me a lot..
I know you care for me, whether i am with you or not..

so this is for you Reenu and Shilpi di..

I have always loved you this much.. just the ways change.. a few years back it was a chocolate.. last yr an email.. and this year this stupid poem..
Just hang on.. one day i might gift something better..

Happy Rakhi.. 🙂

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