Footprints

Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do. It's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you. It's the wrong time, she's pulling me through. It's a small crime and I have got no excuse! Is that alright if I give away my gun when it's loaded? If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it? -- 9 Crimes

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Location: India

Leave me out with the waste, this is not what I do. Its the wrong kind of place to be cheating on you. Its the wrong time, she's pulling me through. It's a small crime and I've got no excuse. Is that alright if I give my gun away when its loaded? If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it? -- 9 Crimes

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Hu hasnt dunnit anyway?

Life's a snake
it crawls and swirls
shows you its curves and curls.
any takers?
human's a toy
with its upside down, boy!
playing by its fingers
no strings attached.
any objection? objection overruled.
they have gone to the stars, been to the moon.
remember kalpana? carving out a bane from a boon.
ladies and gentlemen....
the story has not yet started
so here i begin...i guess, one of you farted.
once a clown, always a clown
lemme get to the point before you frown.
been in love? or jumped from atop?
ran away with the money before you landed into a cop?
late night movie, hah? one-night stand?
so, what's the deal, man?
just check your heartbeat
or see if you've been swept off your feet.
just chillax in this soaring heat.
quibbling siblings or nagging folks
you know your nightmare has just begun.
they say love's not their cuppa tea.
can somebody out there tell 'em what to be?
raise the curtains, put the lights down low
oh! there's so much to show
never been so audacious, you know.
so this time just let me go....
wanna go for a ride with nothing to hide.
seen the White House? shook hands with Mr.Clinton?
monica darling, is something clicking?
traversed the U.S of A? stood on the Great Wall of China?
been to a ball with princess Diana?
she's gone, it's gone, everything's gone.....
the bell's gone. did you hear?
in the words of our very own Dillu. Good Morning dear.
so, you're Aishwarya Rai. That dont impress me much..
all you gotta do is to pay my bill and take a chill pill.
moral of the story:
my game, my rules
i win and you lose
i object, i refuse.
bring me some thanda, you bevkoof!


----composed in class 11
its the whackiest poem i've ever written n i just luv it.

3 Comments:

Blogger Anirudh 'Lallan' Choudhry said...

hhmmm.....quite unimagined for a shocked soul like me...lovely work..dats all i can say..!

12:15 AM  
Blogger m still here... said...

to be very very honest.... crap...
no hard feelns hey.. guess jst a grind of too much POP... that don impressin me much...

10:19 AM  
Blogger PrimaDonna said...

well the poem isnt nspired by POP,METAL,HIPHOP,GRUNGE,ROCK.....or ROLL. it just stands testimony to my happy-go-lucky days. i wish i could ever get that back....and this is what makes me love this poem even more..

2:56 PM  

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