Dreams have wings !

William Wordsworth defined poetry as the "spontaneous outflow of powerful feelings" !! However, in my case, poetry was seemingly more like an outflow of a whole load of trash, especially when I have had a hard day at college, or after a dog chased me when I was on my way to the hair saloon.

So, poetry has been a way for me to 'let go', 'release my tensions', and feel less suffocated. Just like how you throw up when you eat something you hate, to me, poetry is something that comes out when I have had a really bad day.

This one came out on such an instance, when our Zoology lecturer caught me for the 100th time laughing, and I continued laughing even though she was bombarding me with expletives, leading to a whole lot of complications. Its a letter of love, and disappointments, written by a boy, reflecting his life. No, no, not me, its got nothing to do with me ... I belong to one of those clans who believe "Jaane kyun log pyaar karte hain" !! I wrote this on 'Children's Day', probably an inappropriate time to be writing such things ... anyway here it is.

So you thought this is a letter of 'Love',
but life has become a lot different now.
You will now hear the story of a little boy's life,
who at such a young age wants a wife !

Studying was all that he did,
he was a very good boy since he was a kid.
And then at college he saw the lovely girls,
they were cute and smart, hairs in curls !

A girl at college had a crush on this guy,
and he thought she was like 'Aishwarya Rai' !
He began dreaming of engagements and wedding rings,
of course, dreams do have wings !

The girl was more to him than his life,
in a few days they would become husband and wife.
They say all good things come to an end,
the boy comes to know that she has yet another boy-friend.

The girl suddenly loses interest in her would-be,
in the way she acts, you can see.
Off-late by everybody it is spoken,
that the proposed engagement would be broken.

There are many more fish in the sea,
and in course of time you will see.
He shall indeed be seeing engagements and wedding rings
Because dreams do have wings !

Valentine's special

You see ... most of the poems I write are in Kannada ... so I really don't know how to post them online ... but here's one I recovered from a dusty old book. I warn you ... its got nothing to do with me ... its not my story ... and any resemblances are purely co-incidental ... its about a failed love relationship ... the boy writes to the girl on Valentine's Day ... expressing his sadness ... surprisingly I wrote this on Feb 14th ... the Valentine's Day ... ain't I leading a pitiful life ... sitting and writing poems on that day ... when I have got to be doing something more romantic ... anyway ... here it goes !!

I had promised you something on Valentine's Day,
that with you I'd forever stay,
that for the rest of your life, I'd shower you with love;
But I hate to say this: "I break my promise now"

It was on a Valentine's, when we looked at each other like never before;
Its the same Valentine's, but the love is no more.
The warmth has faded, the closeness was never there;
Its too late to say it, but we could have made a good a pair.

Perhaps this relationship wasn't meant for us,
but what's the use now of making a fuss.
We can still remain friends all our life,
even after you find a husband, and me, a wife.

So wipe your tears and stay strong,
If you are depressed, I shall sing you a song.
This is all I could give you on Valentine's Day;
You had brought colour to my life, now its all grey !!

Reflections of a lack of creativity

Its believed that the first words I said, when I was born was not "Amma" or "Appa" ... but rather I said "What a sublime world !!" Thus began the era of the greatest poet that had ever set foot on this earth. My poems and articles have always been rejected by school and college magazines, because it has always been beyond their understanding. In fact, once William Shakespeare had said "It takes another Suhas to understand Suhas' poetry" !! Don't think too much ... just believe what I say.

So these are just a few of the poems I have written ... a few selected ones ... sometimes they have got me into trouble ... sometimes they have saved my ass (pardon me !) Read on ... but do not attempt plagiarism ... that is against the law of this land !!

Big brother returns ! ! !

Dated: 03 Jan 2005

Big brother had gone to U.S.A for 2 months ... and was bound to return on Jan 04th ... the flow of creativity had begun ... what started off as a smooth flow became a flood ... and I came out with this short poem ... a return shock I can say !

Here it goes...

Here's a short poem for you,
I thought about it when I was in the loo !
You can call this, 'a message of love',
the details of which you'll read now.

You were out there in Chicago City;
Here, I was getting bored with Mr. Kitti !! (i.e. my dad)
You were out there enjoying New York;
whereas here I had no one to talk.

Now you are back and we will have fun,
soon after college, home I'll run.
If you are tired, go take a rest;
And with the chocolates, I'll make a fest !

They say love increases when you are far;
Our area is now getting tar !!
You might read the last stanza and whine,
I'm sorry I could not think of any other line !!

To Sir with love ! ! !

Dated: 16 Nov 2004

This was in my 2nd year of B.Sc. Ravindra - our Chemistry lecturer ... who is Mr. Cool all the time ... suddenly had lost his temper ... and walked out of the class in a huff ... we were responsible for it ... and we had to fix it ... this poem did it all ... he had to smile in the end ... after all nothing can be more bad than my poems !!!

Here it goes...

This is a message to our Sir, with love,
we don't want to spoil our relationship now.
We have had so much fun with chemicals and gas,
and we spoiled it all by being mischievous in class !!

You were new to us this year,
you teach us well, loud and clear.
Though we bunk all classes and run,
your class is educative as well as fun.

But Wednesdays really make us hungry;
Our disturbances has definitely made you angry.
We promise that we'll be more serious at college,
after all, more than fun, we need knowledge !!

Exams are only 2 months away,
and all we have is just 3 words to say,
"We are sorry" we say, the Karnataka boys,
please forgive us for making so much noise !!

Dreams ! ! !

Dated: 06 Sep 1999

This poem was for the school magazine ... it was rejected outright ... but it still lies in one of my old dusty files ... that was when I discovered I could torture people with my poetry ... its about getting weird dreams

Here it goes...

We all have had some delicious dreams,
of pizzas, burgers and ice-creams.
But I had this strange dream one night,
Oh ! What can I say about my plight ?

Fast asleep though I was, I felt a tap,
and there I saw Yamraj sporting a cap !
The cap said "Where there's a wife, there's a life",
I did not have one, so he had brought his knife

"Your end is near", laughing he said,
and dragged me out of my bed.
He said "I'll now take you to a marriage choultry,
and get you married with pigs and poultry" !!

"Please don't do that", crying I said,
He bellowed, "In that case, off with your head"
My head flew, my body stood where it was,
blood oozed out, like Kisan Tomato Sauce

I woke up to find myself below the bed,
sitting next to me, mom stroked my head.
With fear and embarrassment, out I ran,
mom said, "I'll get you a wife as fast as I can" !!