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.
Monday, 4 August 2008
Thursday, 15 May 2008
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.
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.
Thursday, 17 April 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Gift of Freedom...
Give freedom its worth
It’s the only thing you possess from birth.
Just because it’s the cage you can’t see
It doesn’t mean you are free
Don’t make yourself a matter of mirth
.
Of courage there is no dearth
Just a spark is required, kindled from the flaming hearth.
Show the people on the earth
When there is a clear sky
You have got what it takes to fly high
Friends its time now, awake
Just for your own sake.
Life is the chance for you to take.
Without freedom your living is fake.
It’s the gift of freedom, priceless of all
Give it to yourself and stand tall
Its an achievement, this freedom,
That is achieved only by some.
But they are the happiest lot
They want no more after what they have got.
Its already late, don’t waste any more time
Not listening to your soul is the greatest crime
Hurry, break the wall
Break your own fall
Break the shackles put on you
They were put on before you even knew.
Make a choice, let it prevail
Do you want to live in the jail?
Or do you want to do want to do what you desire?
Then open your eyes and see the fire
Set it upon your gaol and people would admire.
Wear the freedom’s attire, with pride,
Believe me, happiness will be on your side
The choice is yours, and the pleasure is mine
The gift of freedom is exquisitely fine.
It’s the only thing you possess from birth.
Just because it’s the cage you can’t see
It doesn’t mean you are free
Don’t make yourself a matter of mirth
.
Of courage there is no dearth
Just a spark is required, kindled from the flaming hearth.
Show the people on the earth
When there is a clear sky
You have got what it takes to fly high
Friends its time now, awake
Just for your own sake.
Life is the chance for you to take.
Without freedom your living is fake.
It’s the gift of freedom, priceless of all
Give it to yourself and stand tall
Its an achievement, this freedom,
That is achieved only by some.
But they are the happiest lot
They want no more after what they have got.
Its already late, don’t waste any more time
Not listening to your soul is the greatest crime
Hurry, break the wall
Break your own fall
Break the shackles put on you
They were put on before you even knew.
Make a choice, let it prevail
Do you want to live in the jail?
Or do you want to do want to do what you desire?
Then open your eyes and see the fire
Set it upon your gaol and people would admire.
Wear the freedom’s attire, with pride,
Believe me, happiness will be on your side
The choice is yours, and the pleasure is mine
The gift of freedom is exquisitely fine.
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
why am i here...?
I had a dream once
But fate didn’t give me a chance
To realize them
Harsh realities blurred my aim
And I reduced to nothing but shame
There is a question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?
Now I look at the looming darkness and stare
Asking a question that’s fair
What in life have I found?
“Nothing” the answer echoes all around.
Is this the question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?
I search for happiness and hope
My soul wants to embrace freedom and elope
I want to sleep in the cradle of nature
Even She doesn’t pay heed to the need of my stature.
That is the question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?
I feel I am tired of this world
I don’t have the courage to be bold
I am aware of my eminent doom
I think it will be over for me soon.
My soul is knocking on Heavens door
I love that song and want to listen more.
Then a lonely stranger comes out of a blind alley
I step aside from my confused road and realize my folly
Happiness is not what something you pursue
You make people happy and it comes to you.
I have my answers to the question I cried
I believe my known stranger and stand beside.
But fate didn’t give me a chance
To realize them
Harsh realities blurred my aim
And I reduced to nothing but shame
There is a question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?
Now I look at the looming darkness and stare
Asking a question that’s fair
What in life have I found?
“Nothing” the answer echoes all around.
Is this the question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?
I search for happiness and hope
My soul wants to embrace freedom and elope
I want to sleep in the cradle of nature
Even She doesn’t pay heed to the need of my stature.
That is the question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?
I feel I am tired of this world
I don’t have the courage to be bold
I am aware of my eminent doom
I think it will be over for me soon.
My soul is knocking on Heavens door
I love that song and want to listen more.
Then a lonely stranger comes out of a blind alley
I step aside from my confused road and realize my folly
Happiness is not what something you pursue
You make people happy and it comes to you.
I have my answers to the question I cried
I believe my known stranger and stand beside.
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
Demand of D-Day...
I can make you laugh, I can make you cry
Don’t give up upon me, its worth a try,
Because that is all you do in the only one life
Gimme a chance, its too short for any strife.
Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.
A little bit of happiness, the rest is sorrow
Life is today, there is no tomorrow.
You can only make people happy, and see it in their eyes
Feel it yourself, only evil denies.
Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.
You are a part of my fantasies,
I could make it in yours with ease
We can make it,
we don’t have to fake it.
Can’t you see I am hopeless, I crave for some care
I have a reason to beg, some warmth from the fire
I want a place in your story, your only one
I will fill it with colors, second to none.
Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.
Don’t give up upon me, its worth a try,
Because that is all you do in the only one life
Gimme a chance, its too short for any strife.
Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.
A little bit of happiness, the rest is sorrow
Life is today, there is no tomorrow.
You can only make people happy, and see it in their eyes
Feel it yourself, only evil denies.
Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.
You are a part of my fantasies,
I could make it in yours with ease
We can make it,
we don’t have to fake it.
Can’t you see I am hopeless, I crave for some care
I have a reason to beg, some warmth from the fire
I want a place in your story, your only one
I will fill it with colors, second to none.
Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.
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