O’ you lousy poem, come out
Where do you hide yourself?
Do not make me scream or shout
Or find your tail myself
When I grab a hold of you
I’m sure someday I will
You wouldn’t know then what I’d do
Like you don’t know still
I’ve caught so many of your kind
I’m sure I’ll catch you too
Even if I was to go blind
I’ll keep hunting for you
Now I have to catch some sleep
You too may have your rest
Tomorrow morn’ you cry and weep
As I beat you as I best
Month: September 2018
Photographers Have It So Easy
Photographers have it so easy
A picture speaks a thousand words
I’m struggling to get to hundred
So I’ll drop my pen for a camera
Click several fine pictures
And there, my very first novel
I Dig Poems
With a thinking shovel I dig
Ideas in my head
Out come words, small and big
Upon a thoughtful bed
I never knew physics or math
Law or geometry
I only learnt to dig up words
To form a poetry
Hello, Past. Hello, Future
Hello, Past. I’ve come to fix you
You’re all messed up and muddled
And I know just what to do
To make you less befuddled
Now, instead of running away
I’d look you right in the eye
No more fears would come to stay
To them I’d bid goodbye
…
Hello, Future. How do you do?
You’re so distant and quite afar
Everytime I try to know you
You surprise me with who you are
Now I’ll just let you be
Not a single worry for you
I’m happy being me
Without bothering about you
…
Hello, Present. I meet you at last
After ignoring you for years
Every moment that we have passed
Only helped to grow my fears
Now I’m stronger than before
And I know just what to do
This time I am sure
I’ll find happiness in you
