Wednesday, 31 December 2008
Will you forgive me?
My rainbow has lost its red
My tears has formed a pool
I lie down crying in my bed
She made me feel like a fool!
What was the mistake I did?
Why this severe punishment?
I removed open my heart's lid.
You subjected me to solitary confinement.
I treated you like my sister,
I didn't hide my true self.
You told "Get the hell out of my life mister!"
Now I'm like a ragged, useless bookshelf.
You messaged me, you called me
But you tell that I'm pestering.
You abuse me, you accuse me
Telling that I don't know manners.
When you told me to end
Whatever I started,
I didn't know it applied to our relationship also.
If being truthful is a sin,
I'm the worst sinner in this whole universe.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT
P.S: Hey people... I've uploaded this poem just because a friend of mine named Suresh Padmaraj told it is nice. whatever happened related to this has been forgotten by me long ago... so don't think that I'm filled with grief.. I'm happy as always.. In fact I realized only later that I've wasted precious time thinking about the whole incident..
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Monday, 29 December 2008
Tribute To The Tall One
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Saturday, 27 December 2008
Acrostics
For example:
Wisdom systemized in a complex net
Information metropolis is set
Knowledge super way spins in liberty
I learn many things out of rafferty
People, events, places, things; organized
Exposed, refined, edited, scrutinized
Deleted, published; found truth, accepted
Information errors intercepted
An ingenuity unexcepted! (Courtesy: Wikipedia)
The poems: Cheer personified, Long live the brother hood, Sweet addictive poison, Tribute to the tall one, An ode to the Bengal Tiger(refer to blog)are all acrostic poems. I fell in love with this style of poetry and hence I adopted it. Commments are always welcome
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Sweet Addictive Poison
Under the blue canopy of the vast sky,
Kissing the Earth, are the roots of a tree.
A tree that has never shed its leaves.
Rejoicing the glory of true friendship,
Thousands of larks perch upon it.
High above from the Ether,
Innumerable angels sing songs of praise for the
King of hearts and connoisseur of arts.
Sweet is his nature,
Addictive is his friendship; and
Poison becomes elixir,when he beholds it.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT
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Friday, 19 December 2008
Cheer personified
Bringing life to colours,
Spreading cheers all over,
Inviting happiness into our minds and
Vacating sorrow from our hearts
A classroom without you is incomplete.
Never failing to invoke laughter is your unmatchable feat.
Erupting with humour always,
Sketching many a happy moment in our lives,
Art is a slave in your hand,
None of our memories will vanish like footprints on sand.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT
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Long Live the Brotherhood
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
Violence- the language of the weak
"Beat him to pulp! Beat him to pulp!"
Rants the ruffian on top of his voice.
Where is humanity?
Where is fraternity?
When love is lying dead in a grave.
When there is no value to the invaluable life.
The hands that ought to be holding pens
Are wielding highly lethal weapons.
Where is the nation heading towards?
When lawmakers are turning into lawbreakers.
The cruelty, the violence in their heart
Erupting out like volcanoes
Brutality flowing through their veins
The answer for which no one knows.
Always hungry for adversity
But still we say, "Unity in diversity".
When will there be a righteous end
To this inhumane, shameful, foolish trend?
A respect for human life is all that we ask.
Why has being compassionate become a Herculean task?
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT
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Friday, 14 November 2008
Pain at the sight of divine beauty
The moon that plays peekaboo with the clouds
Tells me thousand tales of beauty.
Milky white in its complexion,
It makes me go crazy.
Instant love, insane glee,
Is what the moon offers.
Casting on us its magic spell,
Alluring us with its snow-white shell,
It is the best companion of a loner.
I wish I were its owner.
Whatever I've beheld with my eyes,
In this trivial span of human life,
Is not as gracious as the moon.
This harbinger of joy and a poor child's toy,
Is undoubtedly nature's greatest boon.
Perched upon the expansive space,
Anointing the world with its pure silvery rays,
It has brought many a change in history,
Its true nature will remain a mystery.
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Thursday, 13 November 2008
An Ode to the Bengal Tiger
The Ecstasy of Art
Broken- the sorrow of losing a friend
Strewn all over like crisp autumn leaves on the ground.
I can neither restore them nor turn them green.
New foliage may occupy the branches
But the scars left behind
As the signs of the lush greenery look at me mockingly.
I stand gazing at the leaves, finding solace in them.
I cannot relive those moments but
I can recollect them for sure.
The minute details and the happy moments run in my mind
Like the veins of the leaves.
Their sharp edges stab me mercilessly.
I can tolerate the pain no more.
I need a welcome change.
A gentle breeze to soothe my heart or
A gust of wind to blow the leaves away.
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