Notes on my 'Scandal'

After the crossing the turbulent uncertainties for these’teen’ years the ship or rather the barge of life is about to be docked to the port of twenty. Well my reflection on what I am is maybe that I am just another probability that human nature could have interpreted itself and consequently unfolded as. I have come to know about a lot stuff and ignorant of the rest, I have learnt to do a lot of things and I cant do the infinite others. I am proud of that, maybe arrogant, with an ego, prerequisite of being a self, the essence of existence as a human. I wouldn’t have it otherwise, not now. But I think I realized the achievements of my life are the fellow human beings called friends. I understand that we are different from each other but possibly I treasure them because I comprehend and respect their differences. Whatever it is, I think I can move on to the next scene, about which I have an idea but like everyone else I am looking forward to experience the dubiety the waters beyond is going to divulge. Till then, Happy Living or should I say at this moment, Happy ‘Darting’!!

Forsaken

Its just the way things are
It seems I am standing so far
From the point where I wanted to be
I am sorry I cant be perfect, but then no one is
I am sorrier about what no one sees
The incomplete me striving to be
Seen perfectly.

Then, there is just hate,
There is just pain
The loneliness that drives me insane.
There is no luck, there is no hope
I am all but forsaken.

And when the night is dead
I crawl in the dark into my bed
Remember what has been said
The feelings that will never fade.
The only fact that remains
Realizing it again and again.

There is just hate,
There is just pain
the loneliness that drives me insane.
There is no luck, there is no hope
I am all but forsaken.

Just because its like this now doesn’t mean its never been this way before
But the gore inside is turning sore
I feel numb, I feel sick
Being left out,
Too weak to shout.
Why did you have to forsake me?
Couldn’t you just try and wake me?

I feel forsaken alone in my cage
I feel forsaken locked up with my rage
I wish I am mistaken ,
Given a chance to start all over again,

But there is just pain
the loneliness that drives me insane.
There is no luck, there is no hope
I am all but forsaken.

A Gift...

I never had a passion for money as such
I thought I had enough and did not want much
The limits of money I could understand
This simple thought restricted my demands

But then I had to reconsider my thoughts about money
It had more worth than it seemed before
And this was funny.
After all money had some value
Maybe that’s why it was what most of us did pursue.

Now what was it that made my view change
Its true that the realization was strange
There are some things that money cant buy
Happiness is one of them and its not completely a lie.
I would like to put up an instance
Most of us have experienced it, quite a chance
How does it feel when someone buys you a gift
Are you not thrilled and exclaim alone in the lift?
But there is some happiness that overcomes you
When you present someone with a gift, with feelings true
The gift maybe humble or dear
Whatever it is there is lots to cheer.
Although a prize is never judged from its size
Everyone vies for the better buys.

So you can actually purchase happiness
For yourself and maybe someone else.
Its great to gift someone and see them smile and cry
You will feel it, its worth a try.
That’s why, I am sometimes not satisfied and I wish I was rich
And buy somebody the perfect gift for whom I have a niche.
Maybe with the money, today would have appeared sunny.
And in the end, I could spend
Some bucks for someone who brought me luck.

Yours truly

Some men are great talents at putting us to sleep
But this guy is the best in the heap
Attending his classes would make you understand this
The pleasure of sleeping , you wouldn’t miss.
He would be the most boring prof you would meet ever
You would not like to interact with someone like him again, never.
Oh his lectures set in monotonous dry notes
You would hate to listen to his uninteresting quotes.
He speaks in a dry monotonous tone
He would speak some crap and understand them alone
He likes to give assignments, to be submitted next day
He checks them carefully, contradicts whatever you say
Each day he makes atrocious demands,
Making us tire as if running for errands.
He is not as innocent as he seems
In fact, at our misfortune he silently beams.
He has many tricks up his sleeve
Which troubles us when upon us he heaves.
He dresses ordinary and cheap
This can fox many as he pretends to be sheep.
He is a big know all kind of a guy
While commenting on everything he seems to know,
He is never shy.
He teaches with his hands on his hips
A lot of old wisdom on his finger tips
He has a bald hairstyle one of my friends admire
But we want to get rid of him, really that’s what we desire
He has told us to forget about marks, not to worry
In the end he would assign us a D and say he is sorry.
We are already frustrated, in such a short time,
We want him to leave, that’s prime.

Blame it on your shoe

When you know you ought to be somewhere
And you cannot quite be there
You put something up to blame
What you are really doing is putting yourself to shame
Do you realize when you give a stupid excuse
Its really of no use
And you have only yourself to amuse.

When you want to do something and you can’t do
Ask yourself what is stopping you
You know the answer is “nothing”
In your heart you know its true
So when you can’t take the road ahead of you
What you can do is blame it on your shoe.

When you don’t have the courage to set out
You can sit back and shout
The road is not smooth and straight
You can’t see so you are not moving at any rate
Sit back and give upon your fate
The uneven path, the twists and turns
Its all in the life you’ve got to learn.

When you want to do something and you can’t do
Ask yourself what is stopping you
You know the answer is “nothing”
In your heart you know its true
So when you can’t take the road ahead of you
What you can do is blame it on your shoe.

If you don’t want to quit and move on
Get up and walk fast or you are gone.
If you need assurance your will is enough
Believe in yourself, though the road be tough
If still something in your mind is bothering you
Come on, get yourself a new pair of shoes.

Dedicated...

This dark young fellow with low confidence
Is a professor here with unfortunate co incidence
He tries to be smart desperately
But to none s surprise fails miserably.
Even his colleagues hold him in contempt
His words to them seems tools of torment
We are disgusted by him to say the least
He is really a sort of idiotic beast
He talks with his eyes searching the ground
And mumbles nonsense and moves around
He speaks in a language unknown to us
Though we decide to ignore and avoid any fuss
He leaves the board dirty and untidy
At the end of his class we are really free.
Blessed are those who are sent out of his class
For being late or ‘disturbing’ the mass
His stupid intellect used to entertain us before
Now he has reduced to a big time bore.
He loves to give poor marks
Because he got those in his days
Please don’t mind or follow whatever he says.
His knowledge is limited so is his vocabulary
I am in his class Oh I am really sorry
How are the two more years going to go
With him around I don’t know
He is fondly and dearly called Ponga
The thing he best fits in is a tribal tonga.

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