This is a pic forwarded to me by my cousin. I am feeling like those laughing birdies now. Happy, with a capital 'H'.

I guess there is

a time for

everyone.

I learnt there is

always a

bigger plan.

Learnt there is room

for all and more

In the heart of

the father of man.

***

I see there are

cures for

breaches.

That he may find a way,

one who,

beseeches.

That fresh grass

may grow

green

On land, once

Singed by

hands, mean.

***

The Last Straw

This was written for some prof who had me really bugged and frustrated.


The last straw

Suit my needs
Throw in sand
Break the vase
With my bare hands
Stamp it, trample it, and laugh at its fate
Then strut around, in a pompous gait.
And why should the one who made it cry?
‘Cos I bought it with my hard-earned pie.

Time has changed
New fancies bloom
Sweep the bits
With the hideous broom
Laugh at, criticise and raise my brow
Dignity? Have you? Well then, don’t dare show.
None of your attitudes here; it’s my call
And why not? I’m the one who rules it all!

You git!
Clear off!
This is my space.
Bugger, butcher of ultimate distaste!
Asses you all
Low dimwits
You’re not worth a drop of my genius spit.

The Good Friend

This was written looooong ago in one of my melancholic moods. Don't ask me what I mean, please, those are forgotten. But I thought I might as post it and get over it, completely.



she remains the good friend
on and on, until the end,
till i find another one,
with new additional features, at least ten.
oh, how intimate then we were,
all the thoughts, feelings n memories shared
together we were the best of friends
n all lust, i thought, it transcends...
but she, oh my, had plans of her own,
she had weird ideas, deep in her bones
so at last, i had to make it known,
that our relationship hasn't by any means grown.
and that pissed off the silly girl,
she went home and into her bed did she curl
cried and sweared and cursed herself,
for being so stupid as to put her brain in the shelf.
how the hell, could she dare to dream,
of kings and kingdoms not in her realm?
how the hell, could she dare to see,
images that could never be?
and though she s sad, she resolves to smile,
and make no more attempts futile
what does she think, that people can't see through
that she s wearing a pretender's shoe?
still she remains a good friend of mine,
till i meet the next one along the vine.

Home Sweet Home!

been through those days when you are simply upset and you don't have any single reason to point your finger at? Well...
Right now that is the only picture that gives me hope.
Home Sweet Home. (Those who know this place will not be surprised.)
(Thanks to Punnu for this pic.)