Killing Time....

(This poem has been written at an extremely boring conference, where I was finding means to do some time-pass, so chances are that it might be boring <:P> but still, enjoy the rhyme scheme!!)

It's easy to kill a dog,
It's easy to kill a man in fog,
It's easy to kill a fruit without a dime,
But what's not easy is to kill time.

Take the dog and buthcher his head,
In an instant the dog will be dead,
Killing a dog is not at all a crime,
But can someone tell me - how to kill time??

Take a knife and slash a men's neck,
Throw his dead body in a crowded deck,
Killing him will surely be a crime,
But I would prefer killing time.

Go to the shrub and pluck a sweet lime,
Devour the fruit at no extra dime,
That my friend is certainly no crime,
But what the hell, HOW DO I KILL TIME ??!!??

Gone are the Days...

(an e-mail forward...)

Gone are the days...
When school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches!
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes!

When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays,
Yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!
When we began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Color pencils and finally sketch pens!

When we started calculating first with tables and then with
Clarke's tables and advanced to Calculators and computers!
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,
and returned to the classrooms Drenched in sweat!

When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds,
under the trees and even in cycle sheds!
When all the colors in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays!

When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls!
When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket"
in the Confines of classroom!

Of fights but no conspiracies, of Competitions but seldom jealousy!
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks!
When few rushed at 3:45
to "Conquer" window seats in our School bus!
While few others had "Big Fun", "peppermint",
"kulfi", " milk ice !" and "sharbat !" at 4o Clock!

Gone are the days Of Sports Day,
and the annual School Day ,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly,
Half Yearly and Annual Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them!

Gone are the days of tenth and twelfth standards, when
We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests!
We learnt, We enjoyed, We played, We won, We lost, We laughed,
We cried, We fought, We thought.
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more!


Gone are the days ..
When we used to talk for hours with our friends!
Now we don't have time to say a 'Hi'!
Gone are the days When we played games on the road!
Now we Code on the road with laptop!

Gone are the days when we saw stars Shining at Night!
Now we see stars when our code doesn't Work!
Gone are the days
when we even troubled the girls/boys on the street!
now we do have girls/boys around us but
still dont find time to talk to them

Gone are the days When we sat to chat with Friends on grounds!
Now we chat in chat rooms.....!
Gone are the days Where we studied just to pass!
Now we study to save our job!

Gone are the days Where we had no money in our pockets
and still fun filled in our hearts!!
Now we have the atm as well as credit card
but with an empty heart!!

Gone are the days Where we shouted on the road!
Now we don't shout even at home
Gone are the days Where we got lectures from all!
Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....!!

Gone are the days But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and ever .....
Gone are the Days....
But still there are lot more Days to come in our Life!!

I will be there for you . . .

When you were eight and I was nine,
When the days of childhood were just going fine,
What fascinated me were your expressions so true,
That was the time when I decided to be with you.

I climbed the mountains with you,
I swam the oceans with you,
Whatever you wanna do, you do,
But I'll be there for you.

When I walked down the altar with you,
And exchanged my first kiss with you,
What stole my heart were your expressions so true,
It was then that I promised - "I'll be there for you."

When we slept under the skies so blue,
And walked on the grass wet with the morning dew,
I didn't even realise te closer we drew,
But for everything, I'd been there for you.

Days, months, seasons, years, just flew,
Now is the time to bid my mortal possessions adieu,
But what remains immortal for me are your expressions so true,
'Cos I'd been there and will always be there for you.

When Hell Broke Loose. . .

I saw you at a secluded place,
Boasting your gifted dignity and grace,
Stood at the background of the golden sunrise,
Oh! How I drowned into your eyes.

Your hair unruffled, curled and blonde,
Every moment made me more and more fond,
Seeing your femininity, I was taken by surprise,
Oh! How I drowned into your eyes.

As you approached me step by step,
I waited there with bated breath,
You carried the oomph complimented by your size,
Oh! How I drowned into your eyes.

The closer to me you drew,
Stood behind me the forest crew,
They feared that you would devour me,
With your naked body looking at me.

A voice within me said - "Why were you a lioness oh damsel?"
Even after being woken up by the alarm, I couldn't tell!

The Wait Continues...

She waits near the telephone for it to ring,
On hearing his voice she'll have a reason to sing,
It's been months since she's got any news,
Till then the lonesome wait continues...

A teardrop rolls down her soggy eye,
As she remembers his days of childhood gone by,
He learnt to walk holding her turmeric stained fingers,
The sound of him giggling in her ears still lingers.

She remembers the mischievous smile on his face,
Which helped him exit every crime with grace,
Oh what a prankster was he,
But today where is he?

There is he on the borders protecting the nation,
He forgets there is someone waiting for him on the station,
She pictures him making his way through all the guns,
She thinks are there wars for us to lose our sons?

Her thoughts are broken by the telephone sound,
Anxiety to hear his voice makes her heart pound,
But Alas it was not he, whom she wanted to hear,
She sighs, "when will you call up oh dear?"
It's been months since she's got any news,
Till then the lonesome wait continues...