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Saturday, July 16, 2011

Perhaps! I say I am a Bad Writer

I am A bad Writer !

Self Praise kept me going so far 
I don't think, I ever raised the bar
Failed in all the attempts I made 
In all those clumsy, lousy words I said.
 Replications of a merely lost and confused brain
I interpreted everything wrong, be it love or rain. 
To be Just another blogger, was my fault 
Dream To be the ace, I could never open that vault.
Writing so far was nothing but a blunder 
Perhaps, I say I am a bad writer. 

My success stories were short and ethereal 
I wonder now, they were dream or for real
I wrote for my girlfriend and spilled my heart
She left me mid way and punctured it by dart.
I wrote another poem, to show my agony 
People said, I am an overdose and too phony.
Life kept me going, so did my female attractions
First in the row was a beauty queen
I wrote a love story, thinking it was never heard or seen
Frankly it was same old story on the screen.
I lost her too on the road to heaven,
I pitched another vodka shot, and lay raven 
A guy and a gal, can never be friends 
Over the years, all I can say this is the trend. 
Perhaps, to drive love, I am a hasty biker 
Or shall I say I am a bad writer. 

Leave the girls; I was never good with them
I tried my luck on other branches on the stem
Then came a phase, I splattered my words in all possible directions
Making a mockery of literature, I think I finally got some perfection
My array of work ranged from politics to sex
I formed my stories, like candles out of wax. 
A few of them went quite a mile 
I am glad they brought a few to smile.
My writings are driven by happenings around me
Intend to judge things different amidst what I see.
Soon to realize, it’s the most common psyche
Perhaps, to rule the sky was just a dream, 
Alas! I was called just another cynical flyer
Or shall I say I am a bad writer.

And now is the time, when the love is gone 
Gone with the wind, and I sung my fav song 
I lie in my bed, with a bottle of wine
With guilt of a writer who could never shine
They say to me, u tried too hard, with limited social art
My writings are the ones which never quit me 
Or perhaps time has come quit as a brave fighter 
Unlikely to quit ,Perhaps I say I am a bad writer.......

I Say I am a Bad Writer : S.D

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

K!d: An Or!g!nal Bluepr!nt….

All u elders’ just sit and relax
Don’t take tension as u won’t pay any tax.           
Jus telling u story of kid’s mind sprint
No copies required as it’s the original blueprint.

                        Childs so young like seedling in sand
                        They dream so high and think so grand.
                        The purest of souls on the planet earth
                        Nobody can estimate how much is there worth.

It’s a lot to learn from these little saints.
Spend your time and their theories will wash all pain.
As we grow, we forget, lessons of morals & values we read
Money has now become our jam and bread.
Responsibilities are important but don’t become half dead.

                        They give there full even in the smallest works.
                        Weather its just sand castles or mud wars.
                        They have spirit of wining the game.
                        To try harder every time even when the efforts go vain.

There giggling faces and naughty drama.
To make things right they follow the karma.
Their magnetic charisma and positive vibes
Just relaxes the aura and makes u smile.
Keeps you going mile after mile.

                         Their fantasy world may seem so implicit
                        Super heroes and magic, doing the trick
                        But give a thought to this little dream
                        Keep your calm and jus don’t scream
                        Gravity from Apple was also a dream.

There emotions so intense and intellectual
You need a few, even when the worlds grow more practical
Simple thoughts and curious eyes
They ride on clouds as their kites fly
To know everything is what they want
Learn so fast and lead from front.

                        So much they want to do, they always say
                        Pilots & doctors, they all are in play.
                        They have this vision of ancient mariner
                        Sailing on dream n cruising Bon-voyage.
                        These little captains can challenge any age.

These free will souls are so very smart
Voyagers of tomorrow, they jus keep the tension apart
Jus give time and wings to fly.
These blueprints are awesome, just give a try
Faith and trust is all what they want
Love for them is just what count.
These lill champs will paint the world
With rainbow colours and make u proud.

                                                                        A Kid at heart: SD

P.S Wrote this one when I was in class 12th. :)