It started eagerly, dreams fuelling the passion
It moved relentlessly, undeterred, unpredictable
It slowed at the twists and lows to shed a tear or two
It fervently rejoiced every blessing and joy
It crept into crevices and imagined the end
It sprung out abruptly out of dark bends
It danced and reveled in bliss of satisfactions
It exulted for trying to achieve the aspirations
For its LIFE, and it manages to always move on
Gracefully, hastily, lazily, wearily, gaily it flows unabated
Lies beauty in its persistence to bear the unforeseen
Lies promise of life in its every act yet concealed…
A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR
Warning: The author has written the poem in a lighter vein. It really doesn’t bear resemblance to any guy living or dead. (ROFL).
This one is a narrative, from the guys’ point of view . Hope you like it , Do leave some comments 🙂 Keep visiting.
No way girl, you never ever get me right,
Leave me alone, or I will put up a fight.
I have my eyes glued to it; no I can’t miss the match,
On the couch like an octopus I sprawl, until the remote you snatch.
My feelings I can’t express, you know I can’t talk,
But it’s altogether different if I have to impress or stalk.
The only language I know is peppered with abuses,
Hey it’s innate in me, for that I make no excuses.
I don’t like to shop; I wear my lucky shirt thrice,
My socks stink, but I find the odour homely and nice.
You laugh so much; I can hardly manage a grin,
Emotions do overflow, just when the world cup India wins.
I’m always busy; I need to make money fast,
My career is important, distractions you only cast.
Laugh at my jokes, humour is God’s gift,
But dare u poke me; it will create an ego rift.
I didn’t mean to hurt; I have a tongue that slips,
Things that excite me are cars, gadgets and chicks.
Brands I adore, flea markets make me sick,
Chilled beer and hot chicken make me tick.
I’m working on my muscles, brains who will see?
5- Series I desire, but man! Petrol isn’t free.
I like to comment uninvited and make fun at your back,
In front of you, I am the material for a “good boy pack”.
You look nice; stop asking me again and again,
Sigh, since the new girl joined, you never looked the same.
You reach on time girl, the traffic for me never can cease,
No problem I forgot your birthday, tomorrow with a gift I will flatter and please.
That’s how we are; we are by default that way,
Dare u complain or change us, we say.
We are always right and ought to be treated like a king,
Hey but we still adore u girls
PS.. (no balance)..Can you give me a ring?
I look at her, staring at me from the mirror,
A familiar face, a familiar question
Her peering eyes, pierces through my soul,
No disguise can alter this confession
Is it me or another face in the crowd
Another girl next door trying to ape somebody
Why can’t I be me and simply ignore
Walking my own path, undeterred and carefree
I close my eyes, fighting back the fear
How lonely and dark being “yourself “can be
But the girl in the mirror holds her head up high
She is who I would like to be
Not another copy, and by no one’s dictates
A life lived by my own errs and beliefs
I might be wrong, I fall and I learn
Living without pleasing anyone is such a relief
I open my eyes, I know she will survive
And tread with me in all my lows and highs
She may falter, but never will she break
Being herself is all she will try to strive