“I HAVE A PUDDLE….YOU, AN OCEAN….”

You had people, who represented an ocean

but one day, suddenly you got the apprehension

that when I was trying hard to cross an obstacle

you thought it was better to leave me in my puddle.

Though I tried hard to overcome every obstacle

a hand, you never lent for me to come out of the puddle.

Options you had that were several and many

in the form of people who represented your ocean.

In my life, your presence was really vital

as I tried hard to wade through my puddle.

Not even once, about me, you made a mention

so that I could be a part of your vast ocean.

Your life now, you’ve gone on to enliven

by being with people who represent your ocean.

For me, till eternity, it’ll remain as a riddle

as to how soon, I’ll come out of my puddle

ZANY- An ACROSTIC…

Z apped I am, about this, as what to write

A nother prompt, I feel its better I try

N ot able to get any references to cite

Y ou too must be wondering as well as to why

THE ACCURSED LAPTOP..

Someone had once said: “…..wsh i cud buy my laptop n be wd u online ... :(…..”

Reality, as usual, is said through this work :(

Ever since you got internet connection with that accursed laptop

with me ,you decided, all sorts of contact, once for all, to stop

so that, you continue, with one and all, at the drop of a hat

to indulge in your favourite pastime of an online chat.

Ever since you got internet connection with that accursed laptop

with me ,you decided, all sorts of contact, once for all, to stop

thinking that I could no longer be a source to give you cloud nine

and hence sought to get it from people whom you got to know online.

Ever since you got internet connection with that accursed laptop

with me ,you decided, all sorts of contact, once for all, to stop

no longer, you started to feel a necessity, me, to regularly meet

as you literally had the whole world and universe under your feet.

Ever since you got internet connection with that accursed laptop

with me ,you decided, all sorts of contact, once for all, to stop

as one day you will understand what all you caused me as pain

and how technology, for our relation, turned out to be the bane.

IN THE QUEST OF FAME…

BACKGROUND…

HE :“Tell me darling, do you LOVE ME or your fans??

SHE: Well, for me it matters if my fans like me ....

nothing more….

HE: So does that mean, fame matters you more than LOVE??

SHE: Hmmmm…I need to think about it dude…Give me sometime and I’ll tell you…

(Next morning that too through a message..)

SHE: Leave me alone CP…n plz move over it....let me be free CP !! i ask you only that ..

and get yourself a life ...forget me!

(and after that ceased all communication)

A work written as a reflection of the happenings described above…

In the quest of eternal personal glory and fame

you choose that something’s don’t remain the same.

You didn’t want to see me in each of my struggle

though I tried hard to overcome every hurdle.

To leave me, you gave me an excuse that was lame

in the quest of eternal personal glory and fame.

Though to achieve success, for me, was a Herculean task

I was ready to do whatever you would go on to ask.

I would walk the extra mile to make you proud

so that, one day, we could stand out in the crowd.

In the quest of eternal personal glory and fame

you felt it was no good being associated with my name.

Now, on myself, I feel worse than an abject

since my true love, you went on to reject.

For you, to leave I’ve to take, the blame

in the quest of eternal personal glory and fame

……………I DIG MY OWN GRAVE…

BACKGROUND:

To someone, the bard remorsefully said……..“ (without you by my activities ) I tell u tat am slowly digging my own grave.”

Unconcerned she was, all that she said was

“ ….. but to dig ur own grave... m not the one to do that......” without realizing how much she still meant to him.

I still cant forget when we saw each other one evening

and thought that would be, to our lives, a new beginning.

From then and till now, its been your love that I went to crave

and since I don’t get it now, its better that I dig my own grave.

Only you can and will able to justify and tell

as to how you managed to cast, on me, a spell

that even now, I’ll admit that I am your slave

despite knowing that I dig my own grave.

In my life, I will always have your lack

and just hope that someday you’ll come back.

Yet for my misgivings and sins, none can save

and that’s why its better that I dig my own grave.

I know for sure, after you, there wont be anyone

and is known to you, already the real reason.

Long back itself, a word of honour, to you I gave

and since you aren’t keeping it, its better that I dig my own grave.