Posted by: Naren on: January 19, 2009
I look out the window,
the rain, sweet, patters,
as I sit to think how
your tender smile to me, matters.
The scent of the Earth, heady,
the croak of the frog, steady,
the whistle of the leaves, music,
the rustle of the folds, magic.
The green of the leaves, pristine,
the smile of the forest, unseen,
the song of the bird, melody,
life [...]
Posted by: Naren on: February 25, 2008
Hi, will you please vote for me?
Why, what are you standing for?
Does it help if I give something for free?
What are we talking about, core??
Don’t you take anything lesser than that?
What else have you got to offer?
Maybe a Coordship in this or that?
Do I look like some duffer??
How many votes can you get me?
Is it [...]
Posted by: Naren on: February 18, 2008
Puffed, watery and droopy are those eyes,
Queer is the way he moans and sighs,
Rusty are his thoughts as he walks,
Steering himself away from bushes and stalks,
Teetering to one side and then to the other,
Unkempt, disheveled and a beggar’s brother,
Vacuous he is as he is questioned like a retard,
“Where is your mess card?”
X – rayed and [...]
Posted by: Naren on: January 31, 2008
Romance is not my cup of tea,
flirt with me and so shall you see;
This is how well I can lie,
talk to me and you won’t notice the time fly!
I laid my eyes upon this girl,
coming out of the water like a shimmering pearl;
She watched my mouth open like an [...]
Posted by: Naren on: January 31, 2008
I get up in the morning, bright and gay,
And then realize that it’s not the best of things to say,
I go back to my sleep,
As I have a reputation to keep!
So, I get up in the morning, bright and fresh,
and ever so slowly, reach out for my brush;
Anything more said would [...]
Posted by: Naren on: January 29, 2008
Introducing amateur poets, Naren and Manasa, in their poetic best (or worst??)!! Deeply inspired by the famous television series Whose Line Is It Anyway?, I tried to chat using just poetic verses, if you may call them that. Enjoy the show, where every thing’s made up to the point that it is hard to believe [...]
