Posts Tagged ‘poem’

 

Don’t remember how much, but it’s been long I guess…
The day I “liked” a page, uninformed of the future beholding a great success…
I never knew being funny could make me famous, but to the wheel of my talent this platform gave a shaft…
The journey has been awesome on this WitCraft!

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Sometimes it was logical, sometimes plain mad…
Can’t forget those long threads and the immense fun we had…
In the midst of this all we made many friends, to which the page acted like a graft,
The journey has been awesome on this WitCraft!

Not only fun, but professionalism I learned…
with the knowledge and the creativity, there was a lot more we earned…
Never thought I’ll be known as a writer, and people will wait for something which is just a draft,
The journey has been awesome on this WitCraft!

There is something about us that binds us together…
Some are good with one liners, some can write stories, some do all, while a few just enjoy yaha ka weather…  😛
It’s a combination of engineers and the normal humans and of course, swami Wityanand with whom we all laughed…
The journey has been awesome on this WitCraft!

Just wished to write what I felt, didn’t expect to go that long…
It’s a platform that made me realize my passion and to what I belong…
Next thing I say is obvious for here, you are made for this, if originality is your tool and Wit is your haft…
Just join us with a tinge of your wit, and believe me, the journey will be awesome on this WitCraft!

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I might not be very good at poems, just wanted to thank TheWittyShit.com, so I took a long shot…
Remember you guys, I owe you a lot.
(And you do the same to me for some awesome ideas I keep giving you 😛 )

  Happy Birth Day TWS!!! 😀 😀

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

And thus it all ends!

 

 

Hello again friends..
Still can’t believe i got such an amazing response on Preeto Part Two, thanks for that 🙂
Maximum likes till date on my blog posts and still counting.. so with this post i bring an end to the Preeto Trilogy and well.. my pathetic hindi kavitas 😛
If you’re new/lost, plz read Preeto part one and Preeto Part Two before you proceed..
and when you’re done, tell me if u liked it.. i know some pretty good psychiatrists 🙂
and yes.. this one is not that funny (actually not at all funny), i just had to put an end to it.. and thanks again.. my blog visiter counter hit 1000 yesterday 🙂

Go..

Kahani hai ye us din ki jab shuru hui meri barbadi..
Hu mai wo badnaseeb jis se hui thi Preeto ki shadi..
Khush aise hua tha jaise mil gaya mujhe mera pyar..
Aise laga tha jaise lakhon khushiyan ghar aai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Dekhta tha use roz use ghar se nikalte..
Kai bar aankh mari use maine chalte chalte..
Lagta tha jaise marti thi wo mujhpe..
Uske bap se fir kah k maine shadi ki bat chalai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Chakkar tha kisi lalluchand k sath uska..
Wo bechara isi k gham me is duniya se khiska..
Mujhe kya pata tha kya chakkar hai is kahani k peechhe..
Tab bhi na samjha jab iske khunkhar bap ne kara di iski sagai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Mujhe laga waqt hai kharab par karte hai hum pyar..
Bhag jate hai sath chhod k dukan aur ghar bar..
Lagta tha basayenge kahin aur apna aashiyana..
Isi chudail chakkar me kar li ikatthi apni sari kamai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Bhag gaye jo ghar se, socha karenge koi kam..
Dhoond nhi payega bap hume iska, janta kaun hai humara nam..
Mujhe nahi pata tha karti thi bap ko call wo roz..
Maine to khareeda ghar aur FD bhi iske nam karayi..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai…

Khushi khushi nikal rhe the din kat rahi thi raten..
Karta tha kam mai usse sawal, puchi nhi purani koi baten..
Lagta tha niklegi aise hi zindagi..
Kya pata tha man me us dayan ne koi aur hi chal chalai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Pahucha jab bal katke apne ghar ek din..
Soona sa laga ghar mujhe us preeto k bin..
Gaur se dekha to saaf ho gya tha sab kuch..
Kyu ki thi usne mujh se shadi ab bat meri samajh aayi..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Paise to door chhodi nahi usne ek thali..
Kar gayi wo bandit queen mera poora ghar khali..
Socha karu police me report aur bhagu apne shahar..
Par us kameeni ne meri FD bhi bank se tudwai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Pahucha jaise taise m apne shahar mila uske bap ko..
Dekhke mujhe bola wo kameena, pahchana nahi mai aapko..
Maine lagaya thappad aur diya ek ghoosa..
Bola sale dekh gaur se mai hu tera jawai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Barbad kiya kitno ko tumne jaise ho ye koi khel..
Le kar aaya hu m police, karwaunga sab ko jail..
Wo to mil gaya ab dhundna tha us preeto ko..
Lagaya inaam 50000 ka tabhi wo preeto hath aayi..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Sab pahuche andar ab ho gaya tha insaaf..
Par meri tarah us preeto ne kiye the kitno k ghar saf..
Kholi maine dukan apni fir se par man me tha dard kahin..
Ab to dekh k mujhe hansta h wo pados ka sand halwai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..

Mile ab koi bhi par preeto thi kuch khas..
Par us lalluchand ki tarah mera bhi ab pyar se uth gaya vishwas..
Pata h mujhe kavita ho gayi boring par thi ye dukhbhari kahani..
Us preeto k chakkar me barbad ho gayi meri jawani..
Fir bhi karta hu khatam ise yahin, maf karna jo aapne comedy ki aas lagai..
Par han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..
Han mai hi hun wo badnaseeb nai..!!!

thanks for reading.. your appreciation to preeto part one and two was phenomenal, plz cope up with part three 😛
Cheers!

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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