Shades the colours faced

Here is a tale of seven wonderful friends, unlike any you would have heard of before,
Violet, Indigo, Blue, Green, Yellow, Orange and Red, and they called themselves VIBGYOR!
They considered themselves similar and alike, so had never ever registered any difference,
And little were they aware that they were categorized on their varying level of wavelengths.

They resided in a far away (light illuminating) land, and thought of going on an adventure trip,
So they combined themselves into a packet called photon, and set ready for their share of mischief.
And though they set out together as a single entity of white light, and never thought of breaking apart,
Each one had a different idea in his mind and a different dream resided in everyone’s heart.

While green & indigo wanted to explore the forests and blue wanted to tame the sea,
Violet and Yellow were clueless what they’d do and decided to follow Blue’s fantasy.
Orange and Red were a couple and always stuck to each other like glue
They just wanted to click pictures together and travel places new.

Only when they reached the worldly earth, did they realize that they had different destinations,
Dejectedly they split into three, but promised to join once they had fulfilled their desired expectations.
They bid their warm goodbyes to one another and mapped their paths and boundaries.
And because orange persuaded, they also clicked their parting photos for memories.

The determined green and indigo advanced for the forests, their longing desire,
But the forests could admit only one, the rule of nature being a spectacle of satire.
They rejected indigo and the abandoned one initially low on confidence, went on a hiding.
Only later to become the expression of sorrow and inked its tears in melancholic writings.

The threesome of blue, violet and yellow, who pursued to chase the sea, faced a similar consequence,
They took in all three but were partial and gave the passionate blue an apparent preference.
Over the time, blue became conceited and arrogant and started looking down on the other two,
Who grew jealous and self-doubtful and quit the job in bitter sentiments and bid their adieu.

And who could have imagined the couple who could hardly keep a distance were also moving away,
For red got too occupied with his work and could hardly make time for orange even on Sundays.
She whiled away the forlorn time looking at their photos and longing for the seven of them to reunite.
And finally made her mind to bring them back and bridge the gap that had grown out of spite.

She didn’t need to put in much effort, for each felt incomplete without the other,
Soon they were back at Orange’s house, and like old days, all of them were together.
The apologies were made and the guilty were forgiven, and some experiences were told,
They reminisced their old jokes and laughed at how Blue sported a showy wristband of gold.

Indigo, who had grown wise and philosophical, writing erudite thoughts being an ink,
Had a wise thought to add and ponder over, which made everyone think,
The rejection from the forests, put him in the place where he belonged, and here was the beauty,
Of nature’s way of giving us a purpose of adding colours to life and completing our respective duty.

A rejection here would lead to a reflection there, every time adding a new shade or hue,
Pairing up in different combinations, giving different meaning to things to bring out something new.
Being a failure let them try new ventures, even if initially they underwent a feeling of dismay
Being integrated as one always, aspiring a single dream would have led to only shades of grey.

And as the bitterness dissolved, they smiled and unanimously agreed
That the split was for the better and was pivotal in their dream to succeed.
Had they not gone different ways and stuck together throughout their expedition,
The world would have been left in shades of black and white, oh! an appalling imagination.

Oh and they wondered what if they had got intimidated and hadn’t started their journey at all
They wouldn’t have seen the successes and they wouldn’t have seen any of the falls.
But they were happy that they at least dared to chase their dreams and gave it a try
Or else they would have just been hazy unidentifiable spots twinkling in the sky.

As they rejoiced their friendship, Yellow reminded all of the dream that they all shared,
Of spreading happiness around and setting an example of their friendship that couldn’t be compared.
So they joined hands to serve the world and delight them with a spectacular show,
They coloured the world vibrant to their respective capacities and then left a beautiful trail of rainbow.

Tell-a-tail

I woke up one fine day, sensing something was terribly wrong,
It felt like I was sleeping all over my hair, but surely it couldn’t have grown so long.
I turned behind and shrieked at the sight of my growing a tail,
Yes, a hairy one like horse’s, that couldn’t be missed without a fail!

I didn’t know what to do about it, how to hide an additional lock of hair,
I wanted a pair of scissors, but to risk going out for it, I couldn’t dare.
I stayed home all day, wondering what should be done but still had no clue.
Only to peek outside later to find everyone else having a tail too.

I stared wide-eyed in delight at how people had fashioned it all,
Like hair-styles, there were tail-styles of lengths long and small!
Some had permed them, some had them coloured and some had made plaits,
And now I was relieved that I hadn’t cut them off in a hurried haste.

I looked in the mirror and pondered how I would style mine,
I wanted to dress it up with accessories of various colours and designs!
I spent hours on it, trying beads and gems and bows of satin lace,
And finally managed to make it look elegant with adequate grace.

And then when I was about to change into something to wear outside,
None of my clothes were tailored for a tail, I dismally realized.
With regret, I cut one of the polka dots of my expensive dress,
And stepped outside, dressed perfectly to impress.

I was happy having a tail, it made dressing up even more fun,
And now I was wondering how his tail was, my special someone’s!
I hoped it was as chic as mine, or at least not a big flop
Called him up excitedly and asked him to meet me at the coffee shop.

And there he came and to my disappointment had a tail of a leopard,
My heart fell down on the floor, for it looked disgustingly awkward.
Like everyone else, it wasn’t a discovery for him and he was quite used to it,
But for me, I couldn’t help noticing and think how it was a big misfit.

I walked back drably, hating how life had been deranged.
Hoping things were like before and had not become so strange.
Even if that meant, not having the silky tail, I wanted it reversed
Because his gauche tail made this fantasy seem like a curse.

And then suddenly a voice within me spoke and it took me by surprise,
It ruminated a new thought which pinched and made my aversion seem vice
To think of it I liked mine only when I realized I wasn’t an outcast,
My initial reaction and that after the realization were such contrasts.

Also, people change, though maybe not as evidently and you have to accept it as life,
You would still be wetting your pants and crying, if you hadn’t changed, otherwise.
And thinking back, I remembered how things had changed since I knew him
We both had grown mature and wiser, and the gradual adjustment was never too grim

Even if it's unpleasant, it is inevitable that things change,
Don’t people grow bald, paunchy and toothless with age?
The journey together shapes you into familiarizing with the differences.
Exploring unknown territories and bridging the distances.

And likewise, didn’t I like my tail, after initially being repulsed by its presence,
It takes time, but rather than those petty things, love should be my preference
And with that thought I felt lighter and more comfortable with the recent tranformations,
I looked up and said, bring me anything; my love is ready for any kind of alteration.

The denial of pain

She said she had moved on, but I doubted that she did,
She put up a brave smile and acted as if all was splendid.
But inside she was broken and wanted a tender shoulder,
In defence, she acted strong and somewhat colder.

She felt like wearing black, but against her heart wore red,
Wanted to listen to sad songs but played loud metal ones instead.
She was adamantly in denial of her own pain, her grief,
Acceptance and liberation: she rebuffed herself the basic relief.

And all so suddenly she was grateful to those who, for her, were there,
Hoping it would substitute for the missing love and unrequited care.
She hugged her friends recurrently and thanked them for random stuff,
And kept assuring herself that for her their love was sufficiently enough.

But in her heart, she still couldn’t repudiate the feelings for him,
It kept coming back to her and made her condition grim,
And as strongly as it would come, she would as obstinately ignore
But then it would make it worse and more miserable than before.

Irrepressible spurt emotions when difficult for her to conceal,
Helplessly she would have spasms of bad temper piecemeal,
Which would leave her well-wishers befuddled and confused,
For a little while ago she was thankful and all over them with gratitude.

All the while, she would be hoping for somebody to understand her mood-swings,
And ask her what is actually wrong and if at all they could fix things,
Only then would she be able to admit her vulnerability and weep,
And take off her chest the thoughts which for days hadn’t let her sleep.

Kaleidoscopic love!

For some love is like a wonderful kaleidoscope,
Filled with colours of ardor, delight and hope.
Together they make beautiful patterns,
Unique and different at each of its turns.

When you switch to a new motif
You know you can never get back the old.
But you move on curiously to the next as if,
It will be better than the design you currently hold.

But you never seem to find a difference,
For you have never attached yourself to any pattern for long,
You try finding the reason but nothing makes sense,
And you don’t realize what exactly could be wrong.

You restlessly try to figure out the best,
But get frustrated that you cant chose one from the rest,
Because now all the patterns seem more or less the same,
And throw it away, saying Kaleidoscopes are pretty lame!

Can I be jealous again?!?!

Just a silly little funny poem:


I have no doubt that he is mine,
But when she came and caught his eye,
I could no longer feel fine,
For she had the looks for which one could die!

I knew he wouldn’t be thinking about her,
But even then, it was obvious that she deserved more than a glance,
And the second time his eyes followed her after,
I just wanted to pull her hair tightly, if only I could’ve had a chance!

After stealing a glimpse, he turned back smiling,
Hoping that I hadn’t noticed,
And I immediately tried (and failed) hiding,
The frown that had come which couldn’t be missed!

For a brief moment he enjoyed the effect
Of being special enough to be jealous for,
Then with all the sweetness he could inject,
He tried changing my mood which had turned sour!

The extra attention he gave to compensate for his deviation,
Though unexpected was quite a refreshing delight
So I just let myself enjoy all the new-found attention,
For now, he wasn’t at all taking me out of his sight!

With contentment unable to contain,
I still had one thought lingering in my mind
That can I be jealous once again
For your way of assuring me back was one of a kind!

Hmm.... love?!?!

I have tried countless times to express myself
Though still never found it reciprocated
I tried breaking open from my inhibited shell
And yet love has always kept me isolated.

Love has made itself seem like a fantasy
Something that doesn’t happen in real
Something that I am yet to see,
Believe in and feel deep inside me.

I am clueless how I can make someone fall in love with me
Or fall in love with someone who showers me with love,
For till now, love has never “just” happened unknowingly,
And yet knowing that it is how it is supposed to be.

I make myself believe that I am in love with someone,
And whole-heartedly that is what I try to do,
Until one day, I am forced to see my belief undone
For I hardly matter to him and I want him to love me too.

Sometimes, by the time I let my feelings out,
I realise that he waited for long and now I am late,
Sometimes, just to make sure that doesn’t happen,
I let it out fast and am considered desperate.

And then how am I not supposed to be excessively careful,
In making sure that he is truly the one for me.
Not analyse but feel the love that is so magically wonderful
When such wonders never materialise into reality?

Oh! This feeling!

Oh! I wish I wasn’t hopelessly in love with you,
For I don’t even know if you love me too,
All I can manage now is to let you know
That you mean a lot to me, even if I don’t let it show.

I can’t make you fall in love with me,
But neither can I just let it be,
I just keep hoping that you feel the same,
Or at least grow a liking for me suddenly.

I don’t know how to take it further on the way,
Tell you directly or wait for you to say,
I don’t really mind waiting, if you don’t want to hurry,
You can take all the time you want without any worry.

I will keep all this to myself if you want it so,
But please don’t ask me to forget you and let it go,
Because it is not that I haven’t tried giving up the hope,
But for what I do, I just can’t help but let the feeling grow.

I don’t know where exactly am I going wrong,
For you haven’t realized that I have been liking you all along,
Is it that it’s not worth trying for,
Or is there somebody else who likes you more?

If the options are keeping you confused,
And it’s really hard for you to choose,
You feel that there is somebody better you can find,
Let go off me, I am just ordinary, I won’t mind.

But if at all, there comes a day when you feel blue,
I will give you all the comfort you need to pull you through,
When you need support, I will hold your hand,
And when you need time for yourself I will understand.

Oh! I wish I wasn’t hopelessly in love with you,
For I don’t even know if you love me too.
And these uncertainties keep me puzzled,
I really am left answerless to what I am holding on to.

Is it just me?

Is it just me?!?!

Or do you also remember our endless talks for many sleepless nights,
And our conversations which used to end up in silly love fights.
Do you miss the times when we held each other’s hands?
Or the sunshine when we walked on rough sands.
Have you kept the poems I had written for you,
Or cherish the memories of our relationship which we thought was everlasting and true!
Do you remember the smile on my face whenever you were around?
And when I call out to you loud, do you hear faintest of the sound?
Do you miss me when you look at the twinkling stars in the sky?
Or sometimes desperately feel to give ‘us’ another try!
Do you ever look at the photos of us together and silently smile?
Or feel incomplete without having me in your life?
Do you lose track of time while blankly staring at the wall?
Or wait for long hours near the phone, expecting my call?
Do you ever listen to the songs you had dedicated to me under the mango tree?
And does this silence pain you as much as it pains me?
Do you ever miss playing with the locks of my hair?
Do you ever get lost in the crowd, hoping to find me somewhere?
Do you ever dream to see the sunset with me again?
Or long to curl up with me whenever it rains?
Do you ever wish to hold me tight on a windy weather?
Do you also pray every second for us to be together?

Or is it just me?

An analyzed interpretation of an innocent poem!!!

It is another one of my poems which I clearly remember to have written back when I was in 2nd standard. It had rained heavily, yet I had obediently gone to school only to find a handful of students as sincere as me. We were made to sit in one of the classrooms and asked to write anything that comes in our mind. I had just written four lines of the poem, when it was announced a holiday and we came back home. But I still had the four lines in my mind and wanted to continue. So I finished the poem at home. Here is the poem.


It was dark,
In all the park,
I was waiting for the car,
Lonely with the stars.

The sun was rising,
And the moon was going,
But the car did not come,
And I waited for the evening,

When my friends will come,
And I will go,
With all my sorrows,
Because I wont play with my friends,
And I will have to study crying on a bench.

When I had written this poem, I had no hidden message along with it but now when I look at it I can see it quite differently. I can see it from the point of view of a rich child born with all the luxuries ( let me clear that I am nowhere related to this child) who even goes to play in a park escorted in a car. His parents (lets consider this child to be a boy) too busy to provide him with worldly pleasures, overlook the need for him to be emotionally secure and hence he is left alone, emotionally unsatisfied with stars to accompany him. Even the child fails to realize what he is missing and finally his priorities change and he is more comforted by his friends than family for happiness. I even like the last line which might give us an idea about the pressure the child has to face to do well academically and is forced to study regularly at such a tender age!

the story of a monster!! ---- one of my first written poems!!

I was seeing my scrap-book I had made years ago, sometime when I was eight or ten. I read a poem which I had made at that age which I found very amusing and funny. It was about a monster who had eaten a dove, which was apparently the love of the hero. It was very funny and cute and quite remarkable for a little kid to have written (there is no harm in praising yourself sometimes). I think I had made it when I was in 3^rd or 4^th standard, hardly 10years old. Here is the poem:-

I was once watching a horror-picture,

And then came a terrible creature,

It had one eye and one leg,

And was eating a blue egg.

He was also mad and crazy,

He even was very lazy.

He was very very dirty,

And that made me angry. (wondering now how angry ever rhymed with dirty?!?!)

There was a dove (abrupt change in story)

Who was hero’s love,

The villain catched the dove (it has to be assumed that the creature mentioned above was the villain)

And put it in a stove.

The dove died.

And the hero cried (no idea how the hero came to know about it)

The hero entered the monster’s house,

But there, he could only see a mouse (why a sudden reference to a mouse?!?!)

The hero went further inside,

The monster was sitting there, an empty plate beside (an empty plate refers to the dove been eaten)

The hero went towards the monster to kill him,

But he was late, the monster had seen him.

And quickly jumped and attacked him. (no rhyming line for this :-( )

The hero was going to die,

So I closed my eyes,

But when at last I opened my eyes,

Thinking that seeing the end I will cry.

I saw the hero was leading (leading seems quite out of place here)
as the monster stay still, bleeding.

I was smiling and was filled with joy!

All I can say is that the hero was a brave boy!

Death Before Life!!

this is one of my favourite creations~~

Death before life

There was once a beautiful girl to be born,
To be the world’s princess, for the word to adorn.
She would have ruled the world with her charming smile,
To make everyone gawp and admire her unique style.
But her fate was pitiable and forlorn,
She had less of roses on her way and more of thorns.
Nobody wanted to have her in this world,
Her destiny slashed her dreams away, and her mind swirled.
She cried, she begged and she pleaded for mercy,
To let her be born to the deserving and the worthy.
She promised to be benevolent, and spread love everywhere,
To be helpful to the needy and shower them with care.
She would not let anyone down and fulfill everyone’s dreams,
But nobody heard any of her pathetic screams.
She was hurt, broken, with all her dreams lost.
Fatigue got her and she had to exhaust.
As she struggled incessantly for her life, for her breath,
She had no other option, but face her death.
Soon she was in God’s hands, feeling lonely and rejected,
God tried cheering her up, but she still felt neglected.
She glanced at god’s eyes and began to weep,
Her eyes were red and she cried herself to sleep.
Why did nobody want to have such an angel?
Who was confident, charming, loving and able.
Being a girl was a boon and not her fault,
Then why did she have face such kind of assault?
Nobody got to understand her worth,
She was brutally killed before her birth.
She could have been someone’s destiny, somebody’s life,If only she could have had a chance to survive.