It's not 8 p.m., but it still is time for F.R.I.E.N.D.S

The non-sense on T.V. doesn't bother me,
I keep gazing into the colourful nothing.
There's another empty couch next to mine,
But no one to share the pizza and pudding.

My senses alert; vigilance camouflaged,
Wait for the same old prank just once more.
And, if you do jump out of no where, I promise,
I will look horrified this time for sure.

The apartment seems so unnecessarily big,
I wonder why we kept bickering for room.
Everything you left behind, esp. the foosball table,
Floods my head with reminiscence and gloom.

Parting with friends is not easy, it never was.
Though distance doesn't slacken the bond,
the bond between bodies of the same soul,
the sole fear of losing it is true friendship - dawned.


I miss the high-fives,
The laughter,
The puzzles,
The gossips,
The recipes,
The take-turns...

And, I don't remember shaking hands the day you left :(


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The long door-bell annoys me, but
Also gives me hope that I'd see you on the other side.
Behind all those packed boxes, I see you smiling.
I reach for the hug you owe me, with one long stride.

Boy! Am I glad, that the smiles are back,
The arguments heated,
The breakfast tasty,
The routine hasty,
And the TV makes sense again !

Death

Amongst all joys of life,
There lies one dreadful fear.
Is this the last mile I’m walking?
Is the end to the road near?

Oh! To let go of this life, I hold so dear...

There is so much left to learn,
So much left to see.
I have so many reasons to yearn,
So many reasons to be.

A lifelong appears so little to me...

Recalling the beautiful faces I’ve known,
Reliving the memories I cherish,
Realizing how considerably I’ve grown,
Into a man without a blemish,

Must say, life’s treated me well, before I finish...

The body is ephemeral,
Perishes to allow a brand-new face,
Unlike the soul, immortal,
Flourishes in void space.

Death is certain, vital, I shall punctually embrace.

I am proud to be a 'Loser'!!

I am proud to be a loser

Hi! I am I-mon.

I am a rich father’s rich son.

Rich only till the day I start earning myself,

And I don’t think it will be soon enough to offer my dad any help.

Talking of the present, I go to school only because I am supposed to,

And when I am in school, I can’t even tell whether I am wearing the right shoe.

Of course, I enjoy going to school,

I never miss the annual day, the Christmas party, the fete and the April fool?

Isn’t it fun? Playing pranks in the classroom,

Waiting for the recess bell to go, and then go home, vroommm...

Teachers call me a back bencher.

What they don’t know is, I come late so that the good students are seated better.

How does it matter if I can’t see the board?

It is, anyway, all meant to get me bored. :o

My mom drives me downtown to the central park in the evenings,

I play with the guard and score a century in every innings.

I have few friends, fewer good friends and no best friend,

Because to be with a guy like me one must have the right blend.

I am a responsible kid and can take care of myself.

I tidy my room, my bed and all those things you see on the shelf.

There’s a maid been kept who doesn’t help me much,

And only because on weekdays I am little busy, it lacks just that personal touch.

Even the slightest nod sideways would make me cry,

That’s why I have almost everything money can buy.

I am rest assured that I will have a pleasant supper tonight,

But even the best quality food cannot test my appetite!

How fortunate to have a brain free from worries, sorrows and pain

The sun rises, then sets, and rises again,

I know this won’t go on forever,

Someday I will have to taste life by its true flavour.

Let me tell you, I am not 'one of a kind',

There will be hundred others if you care to find,

I have been a pest to my parents since the day I got off the pram,

Still my arrogance makes me feel proud for the loser I am!

Inside the computer

INSIDE THE COMPUTER

Strange things happen before Christmas-day,

Such did my parents think,

When they saw me and my brother lay,

And the empty milk mugs in the sink,

Early in the eve, the clouds were still and the sky was gray.

We opened our eyes only to find ourselves in a green crate.

Anu said,”Looks like the gremlins have lived their lives”.

“Negative”, I could bet.

“It seems we’re standing on a few disc-drives!”

Anu wondered we’d been bewitched inside a computer cabinet.

He was confirmed once we began to waltz on a spinning disc,

The laser provided the disco’ lightings.

To live, we had to take the risk.

Holding each other’s hands we jumped to our right,

And landed safe, coz both were equally brisk.

We rested a while on the motherboard’s lap,

Just then the case fan shooed us away hard on the RAM,

Hanging by a chips paw, we waited for the next trap.

Sliding down the bus cables and squeezing thru the wired jam

We peeked out of the floppy - drive’s gap.

The thing spat us out in a mess,

And we were back on our beds,

Looking at each others faces

Turned blue, green and red,

Thanking for our bones still tidy, by God’s grace.

The clock said five past eight... the room sun lit

Mom and Dad called us to show what Santa had pulled out of his gunny.

Standing before us, was the same monster! The deadly spirit!

It was a PC that was poured down the chimney.

Staring at it we both said,”Don’t tell. They won’t believe it.”

THE FASHION AGE

THE FASHION AGE



This is the New age,
The FASHION age,
And the fashion changes,
Day In & Day OUT,
Hence the Question,
What is in & What’s OUT?!

This is the New age,
The FASHION age,
Never mind if you are not in your teenage,
Clothes for the thin,
Suiting for the fat and stout, and this is,
What makes me ask,
What is in & What’s OUT?!

This is the New age,
The FASHION age,
The victims of this caught in an unending maze,
As for those still untouched,
Don’t know what it is all about,
They too want to know,
What is in and What’s OUT?!

This is the New age,
The FASHION age,
The craze of buying fashionable products is,
Making them rush for mortgage,
And when it’s time to repay,
The softest words make them shout,
That is because they spend without knowing,
What is in and What’s OUT?!

This is the New age,
The FASHION age,
Every happening product today is later,
Stuffed in the garage,
This is what people find,
Difficult to work with,
That what is in will someday definitely be out.

To Mamma... with Love...

Recurring thunderbolts,
The uproarious windmill,
Symbolizing danger,
That the lady fell ill.


Sneezing all day,
Coughing all night,
The body broke down,
But, firm stood the might.


Bedridden at the hospital,
She dried up day after day,
Faces turned pale,
Family in dismay.


Doc’ wouldn’t give up,
Would unmask the tumour’s stealth,
He came. He saw.
He treated the lady to health.


Blood from donors come helpful,
It sets them on song.
Showered with praises, the doctor
Blushed all day long.


The clouds cleared the sky,
Mum kept the heaven’s knell,
Still stood the mill,
Knowing the pretty lady was well.

"T"ime

So, its time to write something on time,
Let’s hope I have enough words to rhyme!
No wonder the Wiseman calls it money,
Because one may delay, but time hops past like a bunny.
Leaving aside the car and catching a flight,
Save us a good day’s journey & one long night.
Money can buy most things, but what can buy money?
Don’t chewing one’s own teeth for lunch sound funny?

Time is ethereal, time is unseen,
You can stop the clock, but not the time, so mean!
Live not by the days, the hours, and the minutes but like the butterfly,
That relishes every moment that passes by.
Money can buy you a part of time, not the whole of it,
And if it could, the wealthy in their tombs would never fit.

! dream of Newton

“Chemistry is alpha-numeric“, was the last thing I heard the teacher say,
Tired of listening for over an hour,
I looked at the sky through the window beside me,
And then rested my forehead on the desk-
TO THINK WHAT I WANT TO BE….

When I wish, I want to be a cricketer,
I think of Saurav Ganguly charging down the crease
I’m afraid, I don’t have the muscles and power,
The mind inside says, ’Try something different, please!”.

When I wish, I want to be a singer,
I think of Sonu Nigam’s versatile voice,
I don’t have the inborn talent to charm the audience,
So I feel, singing won’t be the right choice.

When I wish, I should be an IIT-ian,
I think of my friends’ bookshelves filled with rich and elaborate text,
I confess, I don’t have the patience to read them all,
I think, I’m made for something special next.

When I wish, I want to be a painter,
I think of Picasso’s paintings which are seldom what we think they are,
I realize, I don’t have the uncanny gift of painting pictorial abstractions,
I feel, from me, easel and canvass are a bit too far.

Once I wanted to be a businessman,
I thought of Microsoft and Bill Gates’ monologues on lecterns worldwide,
I admit, I don’t have the vision and passion to match his,
I feel I should take a different stride.

When I wish, I were a poet,
I think of Wordsworth’s words worth millions,
Alas! I don’t have the creative genius to write newer things,
I feel I must look for newer horizons.

Having browsed through every idea in mind,
Could I find nothing that brings me satisfaction?
Everything I wished was counteracted by practical after- thoughts,
And they never lead to an affirmative decision.

I was frustrated, not confused;
(Because to be confused, you need multiple choices and I had none)
Sad with a heavy heart between my ribs, I turned to God,
And prayed-
“GOD, is it still not time to drop the apple on my head?”

Just then a pile of homework sheets landed on my table,
“Stop your day dreaming, till weekend!” whispered the copy with a grinning centre-spread.