I find everywhere
Except on my head
Strands of grey hair
Strewn about the bed
That old dilapidated thing
It's got to go out
And in it's place I'll bring
Something roundabout
Because I like to walk
In circles times three
The door I shall lock
And throw away the key
When I finally rest my head
On a tired pillow
I'll be thinking about my bed
About what's below
It could be a strange man
With a banana hammock
And if he's got a plan
I'm shit out of luck
But I wouldn't run far
Even if his eyes be glazed
Because chastity belts are
Quite cheap these days
Wait a second, get me out
Of this homophobic mess
Before I know it, I'll pout
And wear a dress
Go to the prom
Spike the punch
Create a storm
About a hunch
That his ex was a whore
Who gave it away for free
But did all her chores
A good girl she be
She also be wishing
That I didn't know the truth
But I know everything
There is to know about Ruth
"Who's Ruth?" you say?
Well I really wouldn't know
Man, woman, straight or gay
I'm making it up as I go
The fact of the matter is
I don't have a clue
About what I said so far
So toodle-oo!
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Monday, August 30, 2010
Unfortunately Male
When today is tomorrow
I will sit forlorn
Enveloped in sorrow
My heart is worn
Out by consistence
How much patience
Did you think I had
When that time we shared
Wore out my mind
I was wistful in woe
I turned my eyes blind
When a friend turned foe
And I swore my allegiance
To shameless pretence
You were spared
When I glared
At the unfair advantage
You claimed your own
I wanted to write a new page
When everything was blown
Out of proportion
And in that distortion
I was confused
And used
I just turned blue
I was a mime
All I really wanted to do
Was turn back time
And make sure we never met
I wouldn't have ever let
Myself do what I did
I would've hid
In plain sight
Under the sun so bright
Because you'd be looking
At yourself in a mirror
While I'd be hooking
Up with another terror
Yes, I'm that sad
And I know you're glad
I'll always land a date
With fate.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Loser
Silly girl from yonder
I shall never forget you.
Even though I grew fonder
Of that sweet kiss you blew,
Or your shimmering hair,
Or the scent of your skin.
It wasn't ever fair
I never wanted to win.
You told me it was a game
When it all began.
You told me I was lame,
And then you ran
For the finish line,
Leaving me at the start.
A shiver ran down my spine
We were falling apart.
You obviously had your share
Of cleverly disguised,
Clandestine love affairs.
And even though I despised
Your loathsome face,
I gave way to your soft voice.
In such a scary place,
Did I really have a choice?
But I will ask you one thing.
Before we part,
Could you please bring
Me back my broken heart,
And some super glue.
Yes, it's that thing you've split
Down the middle in two.
If you don't mind, I'd like to reuse it.
And if it's not too much to ask,
While you're up in the air,
Please don't let me bask
In the horrid glare,
Of the sun, so hot.
Just fly away witch.
I'll be rooted to this spot.
I'm gravity's bitch.
I shall never forget you.
Even though I grew fonder
Of that sweet kiss you blew,
Or your shimmering hair,
Or the scent of your skin.
It wasn't ever fair
I never wanted to win.
You told me it was a game
When it all began.
You told me I was lame,
And then you ran
For the finish line,
Leaving me at the start.
A shiver ran down my spine
We were falling apart.
You obviously had your share
Of cleverly disguised,
Clandestine love affairs.
And even though I despised
Your loathsome face,
I gave way to your soft voice.
In such a scary place,
Did I really have a choice?
But I will ask you one thing.
Before we part,
Could you please bring
Me back my broken heart,
And some super glue.
Yes, it's that thing you've split
Down the middle in two.
If you don't mind, I'd like to reuse it.
And if it's not too much to ask,
While you're up in the air,
Please don't let me bask
In the horrid glare,
Of the sun, so hot.
Just fly away witch.
I'll be rooted to this spot.
I'm gravity's bitch.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Savior
Who was he,
Who stole the light,
Who walked away,
In the dead of night.
He braved all odds,
Shook away fear,
Forgotten hero,
We shed you no tear.
It all began
With a story,
A fantasy if you will,
And one of glory.
About the one,
Who defied them all,
Who blocked their path,
And made them stall.
He was a slave,
To normality,
Cursing his every hour,
In the lost city.
He was like you and me,
And he was tired,
Of living dreams,
That had expired.
The frigid fanatical,
Stereotype,
Would never live up,
To the hype,
Of his powerful outcry,
A resonant tremolo,
And a mass movement
That turned solo.
And the man who stood
With a flag in hand,
Faced soldiers
With blue ribbands
Studied their guns,
Pointed to his face,
He then vanished,
Without a trace.
Nobody foresaw
Tomorrow,
A day of reckoning,
And of sorrow.
They came outside,
In throngs,
A massive crowd,
10,000 strong.
They lined the streets,
In rows of ten,
Waiting for the night,
To begin.
And in the mist,
At the helm,
There stood he,
Who would lead them.
With fists clenched,
That none could pry,
He let out,
A cataclysmic cry.
A roar that silenced
The grieving wives,
And the steely glint,
Of sharpened knives.
Who stole the light,
Who walked away,
In the dead of night.
He braved all odds,
Shook away fear,
Forgotten hero,
We shed you no tear.
It all began
With a story,
A fantasy if you will,
And one of glory.
About the one,
Who defied them all,
Who blocked their path,
And made them stall.
He was a slave,
To normality,
Cursing his every hour,
In the lost city.
He was like you and me,
And he was tired,
Of living dreams,
That had expired.
The frigid fanatical,
Stereotype,
Would never live up,
To the hype,
Of his powerful outcry,
A resonant tremolo,
And a mass movement
That turned solo.
And the man who stood
With a flag in hand,
Faced soldiers
With blue ribbands
Studied their guns,
Pointed to his face,
He then vanished,
Without a trace.
Nobody foresaw
Tomorrow,
A day of reckoning,
And of sorrow.
They came outside,
In throngs,
A massive crowd,
10,000 strong.
They lined the streets,
In rows of ten,
Waiting for the night,
To begin.
And in the mist,
At the helm,
There stood he,
Who would lead them.
With fists clenched,
That none could pry,
He let out,
A cataclysmic cry.
A roar that silenced
The grieving wives,
And the steely glint,
Of sharpened knives.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
First Vision
The time has come,
For the shadows to lie in wait,
For me to hold my breath,
To overlook my fate.
I fumble about in the dark,
The day has long passed.
I don't know how long,
This mental eclipse will last.
When the clouds do clear,
I will see the bright white.
Sun spots and bush fires,
Looking at the searing light.
And a distant sound,
A sputtering node,
And I will witness,
My heart implode.
And we will all say goodbye,
To paradise,
To join the flock,
Of eagles in the skies,
Blissfully unaware,
Of our goals,
Our minds,
And our souls.
For the shadows to lie in wait,
For me to hold my breath,
To overlook my fate.
I fumble about in the dark,
The day has long passed.
I don't know how long,
This mental eclipse will last.
When the clouds do clear,
I will see the bright white.
Sun spots and bush fires,
Looking at the searing light.
And a distant sound,
A sputtering node,
And I will witness,
My heart implode.
And we will all say goodbye,
To paradise,
To join the flock,
Of eagles in the skies,
Blissfully unaware,
Of our goals,
Our minds,
And our souls.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
That which kills us, makes us stronger
It's appalling,
When I can't help falling,
But I'm not free falling,
I'm tethered to it.
A parasite, a leech,
Within my reach,
And it won't let go,
No.
I don't want it to go anyway,
I haven't suffered this way,
In a long time,
I'm well past my prime.
It kills me everyday,
My vision turns gray.
But I feel stronger,
I need it to last longer.
A passer by walked up to the spot,
And reached out,
"Take my hand, I'll pull you away."
And I said, "Nay!"
I need this, I want to stay here.
It's my everything, the drug that you fear.
I know not where from it came.
But we are one, we are the same.
When I can't help falling,
But I'm not free falling,
I'm tethered to it.
A parasite, a leech,
Within my reach,
And it won't let go,
No.
I don't want it to go anyway,
I haven't suffered this way,
In a long time,
I'm well past my prime.
It kills me everyday,
My vision turns gray.
But I feel stronger,
I need it to last longer.
A passer by walked up to the spot,
And reached out,
"Take my hand, I'll pull you away."
And I said, "Nay!"
I need this, I want to stay here.
It's my everything, the drug that you fear.
I know not where from it came.
But we are one, we are the same.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
How to use facebook while at work
There comes a time in every man's life where he stops everything he's doing and tries really hard to listen to that inner voice struggling to be heard. It doesn't say things like 'You rock!, or 'Watch out for that truck!'. The only thing it does is makes you want to change the kind of person you are. This impulse triggers decisions that can change a person's life.
And if you've been reading all of this so far, I must confess that I never intended for any of it to make sense because I'm not writing a thesis . Nor am I on the path to great success with my perspective.
I just wanted to showcase the fact that people will write anything and other people will read that anything just because they want to do something different.
The only excuse for everyday monotony is a whiff of fresh air, that is the distraction you have been waiting all your life for.
It could be as complicated as trying to conquer a mountain or something as simple as changing your status on Facebook.
Status message: Arvind feels like writing another poem, but is stumped! What do I write about? Any suggestions? :-/
And if you've been reading all of this so far, I must confess that I never intended for any of it to make sense because I'm not writing a thesis . Nor am I on the path to great success with my perspective.
I just wanted to showcase the fact that people will write anything and other people will read that anything just because they want to do something different.
The only excuse for everyday monotony is a whiff of fresh air, that is the distraction you have been waiting all your life for.
It could be as complicated as trying to conquer a mountain or something as simple as changing your status on Facebook.
*~*~*
Status message: Arvind feels like writing another poem, but is stumped! What do I write about? Any suggestions? :-/
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The proceedings so grim.
For as soon as he got out the door,
He found himself flat on the floor.
All the people did watch,... Read more
The Rottweiler gnawing at his crotch.
I thought I saw something fall,
And that's why Yasser has only one ball.
Tiny drops of sweat on his brow,
The elderly man furiously fanned.
Watching them flit about,... Read more
Their legs petite and tanned.
In blue and white,
Stood a bevy of girls.
Like a blond marching band
Some straight and a few curls.
The men shift restlessly,
Watching the girls sway.
Their seductive moves,
Have made their day.
Standing 2 feet away,
Rooted to the spot,
A man and his camera,
Wait for an upskirt shot.
@ Yasser: I wasn't the one who typed 'testicles'. Maybe you should take the quiz!
Moreover, what's the first thing that comes to your mind when I say 'cheerleaders'? We've all seen 'American Beauty'. :P
Across the water,
The moon stretches and grows.
She enjoys the feeling,... Read more
Of sand inbetween her toes.
She feels cold and alone,
And breaks into a sad tune.
The only time the sand shines,
Is in the glow of the moon.
The lights from the passing ships,
Are just a blur.
It's half past twelve,
And there's nobody else but her.
But in the dark she realises,
That it was worth the long drive,
To walk along the beach,
And watch the night come alive.
Is in the glow of the moon...
...To walk along the beach,
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wendy you rock!
Words cannot describe,
How jealous I am,
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Your daily supply of ham. (lol)
I like being alone,
And I'm sorry to sound crude,
But I'm not so lonely,
That I'd actually screw a dude.
A wise man once told me,
Live it up, get paid.
Life is not always about,
Getting laid.
It's just a dry spell,
I'm not even in hell.
And even if I don't tell you,
I'm doing pretty well.
I don't prey on women,
During hunting season.
And I read the Cosmopolitan,
For all the wrong reasons.
I'm just a guy,
We have our needs,
But we'll never tell you,
Our dark, dirty deeds.
Staying single for eternity,
Is not a test.
It's a testimony,
Why I'll always be the best.
*~*~*
Taking a hiatus at work. A distraction. A mental shut down. A lethargic break.
And all I suffered was a moment of euphoria.