Unrequited feelings

Written for a friend who likes a guy who is dense about her feelings for him. Men have an inferior sense of comprehension. It's in their DNA. He was just the appetiser, hon.

I sit beside him
and chat for hours
I smile at him,
Loving this time of ours
He grins right back at me,
What a wonderful place to be
Makes my heart go a-flutter
Melting like a bit of butter

But then, out of the blue,
Without giving much of a clue
He tells stories of his girlfriend
It’s so hard to comprehend
How she made him do this and that
Argh, he’s sounding like a doormat

And I…..
I am hopping mad
More so, I am even sad
I had liked him so bad
Wanna hit him hard
Right where it’d hurt
Why eva did he flirt?

When I first met the boy,
Didn’t feel so coy
As times passed by,
I fell hard, please temme why
We had a good time
Not knowing him would’ve been a crime

But then, out of the blue,
Without giving away a clue
He tells stories of his girlfriend
It’s so hard to comprehend
How she made him do this and that
Argh, he’s sounding like a doormat

I am hopping mad
More so, I am even sad
I had liked him so bad
Wanna hit him hard
Right where it’d hurt
Why eva did he flirt?

Ohh..Tell me… can you see
Was I ever so crazy??
Cos everything now seems soo hazy
I am hopping mad
More so, I am even sad
I had liked him so bad
Wanna hit him hard
Right where it’d hurt
Why eva did he flirt?

Cos everything now seems soo hazy
Was I ever so crazy??

Is it time to be sure that Obama is truly 'noble' to deserve a Nobel?

US President Obama came into the public eye very recently. His PR campaigners have to be commended for his fast rise and popularity. It’s not that I don’t like the man. Maybe, his heart is in the right place. But obviously, it’s too early to tell. He (and/or his PR firm) has said that it is the time for change. Even I could say that, but I don’t see any chances of the Nobel lying on my mantelpiece. If he had actually brought about some change, he could be considered a worthy recipient of the award.
Usually, the nominees are people who have devoted their entire lives to the cause of peace. It is hard to digest that the prize has brought novice Obama technically into the same league as an Aung San Suu Kyi, who lived in exile, separated from her family and not even seeing her husband before his death to bring about democracy in Myanmar.
Does “extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and co-operation between peoples” mean a message of hope and optimism? It shows our tragic times that the world is so hard put for hope and peace that mere “efforts” have to be showcased as the actual thing.
It’s too early to tell what Mr Obama is likely to do for world peace. I hope that the prize does not mean the culmination of the “efforts”. Results are too hard to expect, but continued and dedicated efforts would be highly appreciated.

New beginnings just around the corner

Wipe Out the Slate
Throw it Away
Grab Another One
Take A New Chalk
Start a Different Sentence
It Begins with A Single Letter
Slowly The Chapters Will Begin to make Sense
The Story of Your Life Is Yet To Unfold;
And It can be Re-written,
Over and Over again.
The Story of Your Life Is Yet To Unfold

Random philosophy (sic)

Written ages ago, when I was sitting simply and random thoughts flitted in and out of my mind.

I sit on the stairs
Random thoughts creeping up my mind
Shadows dance on the walls
I am swept away on the tide of time
The waves throw me back on the rocks
The beacon lights up the past
When the moon lends its glory
And shows the path to the ship yonder
That will take me on a new journey
To a destination of my choice

Forever is an intriguing concept

My stash of "sentimental" poems is "stashed away". Maybe, a shrink will have a field day about why I hesitate to show it to others. :) This one is fine cos it's more of a "I no longer care" thing. Very "in".

Forever is a long time

You threw it away in a second

an empty word that taunts

a promise not meant to be kept

Forever is a long time

It’s funny how the months we spent,

now seem longer than a lifetime;

no, no, not even worth a second

Forever is a long time

To be holding grudges

you are just a nasty memory

but the lesson you taught

will be remembered

and I will be grateful that....

forever....is a long time...

Thank you for making me realise ...that...

forever...is too long a time... to waste on you...

Am...

I have no clue about my state of mind while writing this piece. And I have a feeling it shows. :)

Questions remain unanswered
Time is my enemy
Even my mind shows me the wrong way
But it can’t affect me
I am larger than time
I am the question
That can’t be answered
I am the mind-reader
That can control journeys

Textual doodle

I wrote this during an exceptionally boring torturous ordeal called a 'class'. Got passed around the class and all of us had a tough time keeping a straight face.
Boredom – a poem
Sitting in a crowd
Not hearing a single word
My mind remains blank
I don’t need to take this crap
There are better things I can do
Like...
Fly over the mountains
Dive into the sea
Dance in the rain
Roll on the grass
My imagination is running wild
This class seems so tame
I wish I could open the door
Run off to a better place
And never come back
To this class.
Everyone else feels the same as I do
Yet we are prisoners in a
Cell with an unlocked door
My bum is glued to my chair
I wish there was a fire alarm
That could clang and
We would all run out and hide
For three whole days
Until ‘she’ leaves
She is digging her nose
Talking some gibberish
Whatever she is saying,
I know it is not English
Worse than Greek or Latin
Should I pull out my hair?
Going out of my mind
Want to scream so loud
The wind is howling
The telephone is ringing in the opposite room
The world is protesting with us
Raise your voice
Lift your bum
Run Out. Rush out. Of this class. The torture has to end. Very soon. Really soon. Like NOW!!!
- A tortured student
Class I – 08/08/08