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Meeta Poyekar's Blog
meetapoyekar09 Description:
Poems written by a very dear frnd

So that was that, it had to be done
to live now, i had a reason none,
failures and frustration, a spirit broken,
not any day ,i had with a smile woken,
it was time now to jump the boat,
and i set to write my suicide note.

It was funny, writing this piece,
what did i have , none the least,
nothing to declare, nothing to leave behind,
and to whom i write? no one in mind!

Still, i wrote, there were some


         

        "Trrrrrring" goes the alarm in my ears
          I wake up in a jiffy without any tears
          As i brush my teeth happily , singing
          "Finally finally FRIDAY is here!"

          Nothing can dampen the mood today
          This day is almost a holiday
          I wear the cool jeens and the tee
          this is the day i can be me

          I rush to the bus pick up point


  

                   Amidst much fanfare and pomp he was born

                   and there assembled a throng to welcome him

                   his mother was ecstatic though very worn

                   they all felt they had never so happy been.

 

                   Taking his first steps or saying his first words

                   whatever he did was never less than astonishing


         Finally its here, the sound i have been waiting for

         the pitter patter of drops fallin on the glass wall

        

         I stand up and look over my cubicle , and lo and behold

         the whole floor has stood up and all work is on hold

 

         Everyone is staring out of the glass walls mesmerised

         they all have been, in its magic hypnotised

 

        



I woke up with the resolve
the distance was gonna dissolve
i was gonna tell u one more time
i really wanted u to be mine

It had been a year now
when our relationship had taken a bow

the year had been so crazy
what i did in the period was all hazy
the only things i remember were
missing you and


How does it feel to crumble?

all the efforts going humble

all the dreams in your eyes

simply fail to materialise

How does it feel to write

your happy story on the sand

and watch the wave wash it

while you just helplessly stand

How does it feel to build

with cards a beautiful castle

and thinking as the wind blows

was it really worth the hassle?

How does it feel to plant



                   The biker is worried but sure

                   with money he can easily lure

                   as the lady from the slum is screaming and crying

                   'Oh my kid my kid, God saved you from dying!'

                   and hugging the kid and kissing him more,

                   the one whose birth she curses in furore.

                   the activist is teaching his kid