Ode to my Room Mates!

Glint in my eye did fade at the thought of five,
Roommates I mean, but soon the glint reappeared happy and spry.

Wonder if he ever gets tired of his bed and quilt,
Loves movies and is a charm this Ankit!

Sid carries a mysterious smile on a beguiling face,
Chottu is his acronym which makes this ‘IT freaks’ face with anger lace.

Stranger is hardly to be seen bit but when around is good fun,
Anup ‘the chick magnet’ shall with his aura stun.

Carries a burgeoning smile and makes chicks go ‘Amy Amy’,
Amey thinks deep and a buddy indeed through joy or through blue!

Ergonomic Decor

Groping in the dark leading nowhere,
Haze so substantial, miasma is all my eyes can stare,
Numbness encumbers my ergonomic décor,
Light shall dribble through, sometime..somehow..somewhere…..

Hotsy Totsy...

Soaring summer afternoon with a Wodehouse novel,
All is hotsy-totsy for there is literature and humour to unravel.
Gurgling of Ginger Ale shall serve me good and capital,
Spring shall beam on livelier iris for my twitch shall soon settle!

And my eye-brow raises 1/8th of an inch.......

Contemplating Bard

Revelations that have streaked me with stupor,
Despondent clouds threaten to encumber.
An unwelcome saunter along a beach boulevard,
Mind wandered unto the realms of a contemplating bard.


My Mind Speaks....

Desert Safari..

Grains of sand celebrated under the haze of the sun,
Bumpy ride, albeit it was fun,
Arabian Nights personified the allegories of an unusual mold,
Colours of the night unfurled in to vagaries better untold.

:-)

Slumber in November...

Slumber where art thou?

Like a moonlit summer night tucked away in peace,
Oft I wonder if thy countenance my eyes shall crease,

Slumber where art thou?

In darkness blessings of your warmth I seek,
Mind fights, Body revolts and does for tranquility beseech!

Sweet November where art thou?

Windless Summer Call!

Hush surrounded a sultry night and windless summer call,
Fountains danced to hums of water, trying to stand tall,
Chocolate was the flavour of moon-sunken night and spirit just wouldn’t stall!
Moonlit walk,you could hear the whisper, Happy Birthday Bal!

:-)

Sweet Sadma!

Bliss redefined with sprouts and a moonlit walk,
Unaware was I of cognition brewing over a coffee talk,
Of coffee mug that my heart was lent, little did I know it would stalk,
Sweet sis sneaked under pretension of ale and my beam would not caulk!

Under Sweet Sadma!

Ode to the Blue!

Thou art the hue so cosmic and azure,
Music you would chant when life becomes difficult to endure,
Push me forth and battles not to abjure,
Clear as a sun-drenched day and let not the clouds obscure!

Time is relative..

Arid and comatose are the days that pass by,
Ponder I do on the time that has gone by,
Of erudition, of comrades will I ever get by?
Time is relative; chronological immobility is what I entreat to come by!

Aurous Halo...

Golden locks that emblazon in the sun,
Aurous halo that they emit reflect the person,
Sweetness reeks from the smile that she does profuse,
Pray I do for the spark to last and happiness to effuse!

Pray I shall eternity!

Fleeting Hiatus....

The grind reaches a fleeting hiatus,
Wine would lace commencement of a phase lacking stimulus,
Of fountains and waterfronts serenity is what I yearn,
Behold, Sweet November closes its heels, memories begin to churn!

Weeping Cloud!

A haze of weeping cloud that falls,
Drowns thee in melancholy and mournful calls,
Bidding adieu, eyes so numb, senses fail,
Anguish encumbers the heart so frail!

Human Apathy.....

Whence did all turn in to a massacre?
Human apathy to ethics, a scene so macabre,
Beseech I do for the cloud of sanity I so revere,
Hell broke loose with ethics not so austere!

Mental Anesthesia!

It was Heaven effusing Ambrosia,
Wafts of rice and sambhar, mental anesthesia,
Gloating over the viands in temporary amnesia!
Back to the grind, heart still beaming with nostalgia!

Shoe Laces!

Of shoe laces and Oil pumps,
I could hear Marketing Prof giving an aerial thump,
Conjured up all marketing jargons I could dump,
Is it the augmentation phase or onset of a burgeoning slump,
Hell or high water, Aces up my sleeves and all the trumps!!

Dead Poets Society

Poetry captures my imagination!

Read on!This is an actual conversation over mails assimilated by Siva later..

Easwar:
The war was never so intense,
Nemesis meets once again with no pretence,
Battle has taken a war stance,
May the best man have the sustenance!

Vivek S:
Baa baa black sheep have u any wool,
Yes ******* , three bags full,
One for my master, one for my bitch,
One for the horny boy who screws like a witch….

Errr..Censored stuff...yikes!

Easwar:
Jolly was I ere I saw poem so horrendous,
Vulgarity it poured and the sin was ominous,
Revealed it did a personality not so porous,
I can hear clangs of battle onerous!

Vivek S:
The battle tided over, the victor has won,
Does not get the point, this EJ –son of a gun,
Give up O pseudo poet, the master hath speak,
Barking at the sun??? shows u r weak!!

Easwar:
Brains that thou have if any,
Have evaporated penning this epiphany,
Darned would I be if it were worth a penny,
Poet or not my ethics are strong not fragile as tiffany!

Vivek S:
Count down it is I agree,
Who is ousted we shall have to see,
Ephiphany, tiffany words of lost cause,
You wanna win? Give up to the boss!!!

Siva:
An effort worth trying,
But what to write – still wondering,
In front of boss panicking,
Will not be thwarted – assuming.

Vivek S:
An excellent effort I must say shivvvy,
But the point is to put EJ in his place, that paavi,
‘Silence is golden’ , people say, I agree,
But does it signal his loss, and my victory??

Easwar:
For the moment sabbath I take,
For I shall not miss the lecture else I shall rue my mistake!

Anup:
Easwar and Vivek S are similar PER SE, HAMARE LIYE?
Jaise Gandhiji aur Mallika they – India KE LIYE,
Gandhiji ne kapde tyaag diye, Desh KE LIYE,
Aur Mallike, hum jaise desh-waasiyon KE LIYE

Vivek V:
Reading this mail,
Has just made me die laughing
Cant hold myself any further...
Ladies and Gentlemen,Make way
coz elvis is gona enter the building?

Dipika:
Victory for you is miles away
Not a word against my bro, PER SE

Siva:
Oh!! What a support,
Trying to get cut-throat,
Never a chance to reach finish line
Continue thinking about it offline

Vivek S:
I know Siva, I agree with you,
That was a stinker, but as expected, right on cue,
You are right; it is getting cut-throat,
All for supporting a mustached goat!!

Siva:
Ho Ho – as the competition rise,
Inviting response as wise,
Though not from anyone else,
Where are you? Someone feeling brotherless

Vivek S:
O! Peeps, hope a lesson is well learnt,
Support Mr. Epiphany, and now your finger is burnt,
War is on they said, ‘the lines are drawn’,
But Peeps, do you realize you guys lack brains and brawn??

Bhakti:
Thy daunted bro o fair damsel has taken a sabbatical
The decorative nomenclature is proving to be an obstacle
Pray for thee o lady to help him overcome the hurdle
Assist the befuddled and thwarted duke out of the muddle…..

Anup:
Oh what a pity, thou poetry standards,
Not in sync with my Vocabulary standards,
O dear poet, please explain your verse,
If it goes on like this, I may have to use WEBSTERS

Dipika:
You will get to see the brains as well as the brawn
Just wait until the dawn
The mystery shall soon unfold
O world behold!

Dipika:
Aag lag rahi hai
Dhuaan sa uthta hai
Kyun nahi jaane dil kiska jalta hai
Dil kiska jalta hai…

Vivek S:
Water tankers on it way!!!
I’m there to help u out

Anup:
Sir - Is jawani mein ye josh dheek nahin hai, 'OK'
Hamara kya hai, hum to poetry likh rahe hain 'SO-KE'
Koi tho hamen bachao, 'PER SE'
Laakhon Duayen milenge unko - 'SAB SE'!!

Bhakti:
Siblings in arms against weapons of mass (verbal) destruction
Together affright with severe opposition
Doubt the valor and ability of the competition
Sister fighting the battle whilst the bro shies away from confrontation……

Sameer:
band karo band karo band karo ye atyachaar
shobha nahi deta ye, hum sab hai ek hi parivar,
doston ke ‘gun-gaan’ phir bhi tum gaye jaao,
biguul jab baja diya hai to, talwaar ki dhaar badhae jao…. ;-)

Siva:

What say the result of a two liner?
Can’t be as perfect and finer,
Before you could say start,
It went shoot, sharp and fast

Dipika:
What matters is not if the lines are two or four…
As long as true feelings galore

Easwar:
Valour was held aloft while my sabbatical,
Damsels held nerves under assails bordering satirical,
Steadfast did my sis stand under missiles so categorical,
The battle is still on, of classrooms and moors, do not discount my silence as my foible!

Easwar:
Vulgarity and insane madness I curse thee,
Thaws away friendship that was frozen away till eternity,
Aye with my sis all that matters is this earthly canopy,
Profanity and unwarranted gestures are sheer atrophy!!

Easwar:
Deserts so barren, days so long,
Where art thou? Saccharine November I forlorn,
Olfactory glands abate gourmet wafts that reek strong,
Heart meanders, mind says ‘2 more months to tag along’

Easwar:
Yo Man,Check who is the latest Tam in Town,
Wrapped in 9 Yards and wearing a frown,
Yo Man, Check who is the latest Tam in Town,
Bal by name,wearing malli pu as a crown,
Yo Man, Check who is the latest Tam in Town,
Trying hard to practice Tamil, All the globe shall do a Mexican show down!
Yo Man, Check who is the latest Tam in Town,

Bhakti:

What’s this half-tam business can u plz explain
The incessant reference to it is chewing up my brain
My ignorance and impatience to the reference I cant contain
From Retaliating to these Digs, I could abstain



Bhakti:
Oh fugga, My fugga what have u done,
Linking up pals u think its fun…
Earl, a fitting rely to their query u must return
Fugga,Await your nemesis, let this conundrum adjourn………….

Anup:
Come on maaan. What are you waiting for EJ?
Do you think we are cracking a PJ
During such an interesting session like DBMS per se,
‘Haan’ bol dena is awzar par hum sab se!!!

Easwar:
Aggrieved I am on the consequences I see,
Pairing up is a tea time policy,
Friendship has been labeled to the extent impurity
I urge thee monkeys to get back to humanity

Blood Test!

Gloom personifies itself with every mile,
I shall scale heights to win one sweetening smile,
Blood bath was what I describe today’s events, some weighty some futile!
Blood test is what they say, my dread so very agile!

Eve of Terror?

Not in the best frame of mind for,but my best attempt at a quick and short poem at 12:00 AM in the night,14 hours to dreaded test:

Hue changes by the minute out of fright?,
Head twirls; neck goes uptight,
Wonder how my test shall turn out the other side of the night?
Why agonize? For life is too diminutive for what is and what might!

Heck! Sleep tight!