LONELINESS

LONELINESS !!!




[ Foreward : Something that Every teenager or Young adult would surely relate to …
Just a candid chunk out of a certain Teenager’s/Young adult’s life ….
Enjoy the LONELY trip … ;)
(Note : This is the Sequel to my poem “Those Days” …so obviously it has to deal with the Creature called PB !!!!) ]
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Carefree and Wasteful ,but never was Wild …
All this and more when I was a Child .
With the mere help of a Friend’s shout we went out to play Cricket …
Enjoyment was at Max, with or without a wicket .
Would return Home and Homework I completed …
A bit of Cartoon Network would have the day Aborted .
In no time would my Brain indicate ‘Battery Low’ …
Jump into the Bed and off to Sleep I would go .
Loneliness ??? What ?? Didn’t even Know …




Careless a bit, but happy I were …
When I Grew Up a bit, few more things I would cheer .
School recess was the Only time left to play Cricket …
Enjoyment was Second, stake was only the Wicket .
Would return home, but Homework I seldom completed …
Sports channels were all that had me Addicted .
Mother’s scolding would automatically make my ‘Battery Low’ …
One hour in the Bed and off to Sleep I would go .
Loneliness ??? Yes !!! A bit by now I would know …




Then It all suddenly changed when Teenager I had become …
Happiness was Far found, but Sorrow in Abundance would come .
Carelessness was High, and happy I not were …
Except Man United and KKR, nothing I would Cheer .
Cricket was Gone, football was the new Habit …
Then Loneliness I felt when no one would be Available to Play It .
Boredom encroached the Evening …
T.V. would keep my Bugged heart Entertaining .
If anyone asked, Back answer was a Default thing …
I would never like to do It, but Something was Controlling .
Life is Beautiful ??? No way !! I would tell …
Friends would Sympathize, but to Understand they would Fail .


What was this bother, Why was this Happening ??
Even to things goody-goody, why was I always Jeering ??
Why was the Past egging me, and Present irritating ??
Was it LOVE ?? Was it HATE ?? Was it STUDIES ?? Was it Friends ??
Was it TEMPORARY ?? Was it PERMANENT ?? Was it AGE ?? Was it CRAZE ??


I wanted to Spill my Heart Out , but found it to be Empty …
I wanted to Pour out Knowledge, but the Out coming stream was Dirty .
Life Resembled HELL and the Perfect ingredients seemed to be Missing …
Loss was all I seemed to face, but Victory I was Yearning .
Nothing now would make my Battery go low …
Sleep I had forgotten, Nights were as Scary as Crow .


Thus I conspired an Investigation into my War Scene …
“What was it that made my case so Obscene ??
What was it …if at all …Was it REAL ??? “


But then finally my Inner conscience one day let out a SCREAM …
“You are a Victim of LONELINESS !!! And this is not a DREAM !!!”



- PB / SpunKo / SpunKomaniac

HELL is REAL !!!

HELL IS REAL !!!

[Foreward : SpunKo is back with “Dark” stuff …I feared I would wane if I completely Switched Off my dark mode …

Here I present Darkastic few lines in my own way … J ]

Death is now the peak …

Everyone seems to have become so weak …

Pakistan ,Iran ,India ,Afghanistan ,Egypt …

Death in these places has surely risen above Theft .

Bombings ,Murders ,public outrage has taken over …

No one gets a chance anymore to enjoy the smell of a Flower .

Nuke deals are all that keep the Ministry BUSY …

Weapons are just a Decoy ,but arranging Cocktail parties become easy .

Suicide bombings mean just a 100 more lives lost …

Human life has almost become Cheaper than than rising petrol/litre cost .

Almost always all fingers point in the direction of OBAMA …

World becomes the Stage ,and his speeches no less than DRAMA .

But I don’t understand one thing at all …

Even after having the likes of Ambani’s ,Mallya’s ,Mittal’s at disposal .

Why does all financial aide come from personnel

Located at Wall Street or the Big Apple .

Miserliness has always been India’s forte on the Monetary front …

Had we been more Miser in distributing Knowledge …

Never would have there been problem of National Funds .

Fuel mafia was forced to set a True man on Fire …

Yet Politicians were the ones who turned up to see his Funeral Pyre .

All roads now seem to have trapdoors of Death’s Cycle .

Even Accidents are no more limited to Land Vehicles …

‘cause you building may be subject to Crash of choppers.

So no more do I believe when people pray and seek entry into Heaven …

‘cause no matter whether you are a Sinner or a Saint ,

HELL is IN ,HELL is REAL … Wanna Bet ???

- PB/SpunKo

Life Is Beautiful...

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL …

[Foreward : Can now say that I’m taking to poems just like a child does to a Cycle without side wheels for the first time …but its been a real good experience to start poetry last year and to grow with each publication on my Blog ..

So …I have dramatically reduced the Length of my Work ,thanks to reader’s (and non-reader’s) Feedback …

Here I present a refreshing account of a Day in Life of a common Young adult stacked up in the poem below … J]

When you wake up in the morning and notice the Sun has not Woken up

Your phone alarm rings !!! Oh, it never fails to chirp

You wake up and slowly start doing the chores

Have Tea, but your Eyes still partially Shut their Doors..

Realization then Slaps your mind’s Imagination

“Oh! Its another Day ..”, speaks your Apprehension.

But then your memory finally wakes up along with a List…

‘Things to do Today’, it reads, and your eyes can just see Mist.

Then when Realization finally packs a K.O. punch on your Nervous system…

“Oh No !! Another bugging day awaits ..”. You curse in Boredom.

All this above just makes you say …

Life is Boring ….if I’m wrong…you can claim …

You step out of your Home, Conscience storing the ‘List’…

You ‘Tick mark’ all you have done, but can’t keep track of what you Missed.

You wish your mind was a well written Computer Code …

Where things you have done would ‘Delete’ and Pending would ‘Load’

But all this Dissolves when someone somewhere ‘points a finger’ …

“You forgot to do this!!”, they say. Aah !! it hurts to be a Defaulter .

You then realize, afterall you have’nt committed a Crime…

‘cause to Err is Human, to Forgive divine .

Life is Boring …I stand by my Point …

The day then slowly wraps up …

With a few more Incidences till the Moon is set-up

Its time to Disconnect and take refuge in your home …

Afterall a House is not a Home, until the Rules are your Own.

Then again all Attention is concentrated to Imagination …

Conscience and Memory ‘team up’ to create a ‘Picture in motion’.

The whole day gone by Flashes in front of your Eyes …

Prominent instances of Criticism or an odd picture of some poor little guy.

But then suddenly there comes a Scene, which I swear, Money can’t buy ..

The Colourful picture of the Person you LOVE,

And your Heart ‘Skips a Beat’ and Breath ‘Gives a sigh’

Oh !! Thank You Creator !! Whether we Live or Die ..

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL !!!! Just give it a TRY …..

- SpunKo/PB

MY FIRST LOVE ...

MY FIRST LOVE …

[Foreward : Finally I’m 5 poems old… So no more excuses from my side and no more pleas of ‘Going easy’ on me … It’s a Totally Unconventional poem …

Read and let me know through your comments whether you hate it or Totally hate it {There is an overdose of LOVE in this poem itself} …Enjoy!!!]

Its 05/01/2011 ….. Rewind <<<<<<<<>>>> Stop … Play …

Now its **/**/2007 … Lets Start …

I opened the Door, sat in the Driver’s seat

Heart beats bursting, but Morale upbeat.

Turned on the Ignition, Fuel rushed through my Vein

No wonder I Drove for the first time, I went Insane

Adrenaline pumping within made 30kmph feel like Formula 1

Even though have weak memory, remember Sure did I this one .

When was Young, like others had an Ambition

Surely had my mind on something, It was a delicious Attraction

“I want to be a Driver !! ”,declared I to my parents

Laugh they did, not knowing that I was Hell bent

Hot Wheels, Maisto were the brands I would swear of

As Birthday gifts, only 4 wheelers I would approve of

Was a Fanatic, fantasy was my Injection

Never did I know that I would grow up loving the word “Traction”

You would ask me, ”What the hell are you writing about ???”

“The Title is inappropriate !!! ” You would by now shout

I’d say ,”Wait !! Have patience, got to say a thing…

This is a Love Story indeed, have a lot more to Sing …”

So let me now bring you right to the centre of this Topic

I would now talk about ‘Her’, to give you a Kick .

Red was the color I identified 'her' by

In or outside the “Tube”, ”She’s Marvellous !!”, I’d cry

My jaw dropped and remained still the First time I saw ‘Her’

I am Blushing now, as the image of that day flashes so clear

In front of my eyes, there 'she' elegantly stood

Graceful, Beautiful and Wonderful, 'she' made my mood

Never had seen such a wonderful thing before

Spent sleepless nights imagining ‘Her’ and ‘Me’ by the Sea shore

You would not believe when I put straight this fact

I was just 7 years old when ‘she’ did Attract

“Naughty” would be the only word that would surely spring up in your mind

I swear ,”I was Innocent !!! ”, but ‘she’ was all my eyes could find.

But then there was one sad thing that I had to Understand

She was on the other side of the TV doing things Grand

As I started to grow up, her distance made me Sick

Crush was all she had become, was it a Flattering trick ???

I still had not met her, but our Bond was still Discrete

Year after year she was getting famous, but still remained soooo sweet …

One thing I must mention, her façade was always Constant

She always wore Red, since I was 7 till I was at my 18^th year’s end

Now there is no point keeping you engaged in this Riddle

Wouldn’t you ask me, who ‘Miss Red’ was ??? ‘cause I can see your Fingers fiddle

Okay, OK, I’ll disclose whom I was talking all about

It was the “ SCUDERIA FERRARI Formula 1 CAR” , unlike you might have surely thought !!!

Now please don’t bang your head on the nearest wall

I would thank you for your Patience and Bravery after all !!

I’m now big enough, and surely know what LOVE means

But still if someone asks me about MY FIRST LOVE,

“FERRARI” for Sure, I would scream !!!

- PB / SpunKo

The City Life ...

BRUTALITY or FILTH …THE CITY LIFE

[Foreward : It took me a trip to my native place (Which is a small Town in Orissa) to realize the varied colors of the "City life" that I have been born and brought up in since I breathed for the first time ... Especially having lived in a City, which in turn is in one of the Most cosmetic states of our Country ,life surely felt lot different in my ancestral home ....So when one day I got an hour to myself over there I just sat in a secluded place and wrote down the below ....Knowing SpunKo, if you do, you must surely expect a helluva lengthy poem ...but as always Its "From the heart" and thus I wish you Patience !!! Read every stanza as a different Characteristic/Topic/Feeling that I want to portray and then afterwards try to link all the Stanzas ...I HOpe you will like it !!!!]

Think all the while of a life in exile

Me all alone in the bushes, all agile

No Traffic, no Bills, no Riots, no Kills

But you could always fall on Nature’s thrills

A life a la Saints of Saffron paints

No Corruption charges and thus no Taints

But can’t yet remember was there ever a day,

Did I ever crave to be a City Slave ??

Here things are different, people all agile

Fast, faster, fastest the motto all the while

People Work, people Drink, people Sleep, but only 40 winks

‘If he does good, I can do better’, is how everyone thinks

Pills, thrills, drills are all that make a day

‘cause Love, Betrayal, Felony all come in the fray

Life is just as clean as Purest mucky water

You’re always on your toes on who’s with your daughter

And now that you are the City Slave ..

Rural life is what you really Crave..

There is a word here we all know simply as CULTURE

Where people sit around some liquid (id=or) pouring all sorts of emotion

They do discussions out of waste just like a dead feeding vulture

And even if they can’t walk, they’re Fine, this is their Notion

I never quite understand why Emotions are compared to a few Liquids

There is even a theory, that you lose your status when you ‘call it quits’

Whenever I see college goers entertain themselves with ‘It’

“That’s child Abuse”, I scream inside, Isn’t it ??

And this is just a glance

Of how City life makes you Dance …

There’s another creed of people who love to see a Foggy day

But how can there be Fog if it isn’t winter or if it is May ??

These are the people who make unique use of paper

They wrap it around certain Poison guised as Black powder

And when they put it between their lips and use it as a Blower

There is born a new class of people called as the freaking SMOKER

Addictive as it may not seem

It’s a harsher killer than even a Devil’s scream

It gets into your lungs to spread a Ghost called Cancer

Or atleast it makes sure your Heart is unable to give your Breath’s answer

This is the most common abuse a teenager does face

Now only thing I can ask for them is Gods Grace

Even though all these seems like the edge of a Knife,

It’s just part of the City life …

There are many more things found in a City’s case

Murders, Road rage, Robbery, Illegal estates

But there is a certain factor that really matters

‘cause LOVE is a universal language that the world caters

Here Affection is categorised into 3 different sectors

Friendship, Business, Relationship namely the Chapters

There is a subtle difference between Friendliness and a Friend

‘cause a Friendly person on one day,on another day may make you the Daggers end

In Business, heavy pockets guarantee you Friends many

But once you are broke, your friends are as less as Penny

And then there is this worldly term called RELATIONSHIP

The virtues of which can be compared to the Titanic ship

When you are a Couple, the world is just Jealous

But when you are Single, the world is Curious

People fear the worst, they ask if you’re Happy (Happy = G*y)

But when you are a Couple, you face a stick called Hockey

Confusing as it is, I really wish people Understand

Atleast for Humanity .. Leave LOVE alone to Stand

And now when I reflect upon all the above things …

I sometimes just feel that I had longed for all these Thrills

Or did I ??? Even if I did or did not …

Brutality or Filth … THIS IS CITY LIFE !!! I shout .

- PB/SpunKo

[Note : ...its complicated .....just in case you didn't quite get the Essence of the above ...here's some help ....

Stanza 1 : Wish

Stanza 2 : The City Life Summary

Stanza 3,4,5 : the 3 aspects/abuses

Stanza 6 : summin up ...

Thanks 4 your patience

-PB]

THOSE DAYS ..

THOSE DAYS ..

(Foreward : This is only my 2^nd Accomplished Poem …. Naturally it is charactarised by Childish Rhyme scheme (abab) mostly….This can be taken as a hinderance….Because the content of this Poetry is Real and is Very close to my heart….My ol’ friends n Relatives would really swear by it ….Put in Simple Words…. This is the Story of my life and the Environment around it till I was in School (Left 5 years back) ….btw …those who still don’t know me will surely get to know post the next few lines …)

From the Time I was born …

Don’t quite remember the Day after Each Dawn …

But Somethings are there I want to Share…

So keep on Reading , OR don’t ..If you Dare !!!

I was a Toddler then and was Developing each day..

Don’t rememember how I looked then …but my Photos say…

Was Fat, was Plump, was Round n Awesome ..

..But now when when the Mirror tells me what I’ve become ..

I just sit and think ..Those Days are gone ..Those Days are Gone ..

I grew up a little more ..

Playing Cars was my daily chore ..

I remember my 3^rd Birthday ..

When a “Car Shaped” cake was cut on a Tray ..

Can recount all the Relatives who were present to Shower their Blessing..

But could I have waited for anything but the “Presents” they would bring !!!

…Even now on my Birthday I do wait…then realise …then say …

Those Days are gone…aah !! Those days are gone ..

It was an age-old Garden where visits I used to make ..

See-sawing, swinging, sliding and toy-train rides with buddies I used to undertake ..

Every Saturday among us friends would generate a certain Fervour …

When each one’s tongue would imagine the Particular Flavour ..

..of the lick of those delicious Ice-creams we used to die for ..

Simultaneously taking a Horse – Ride, making us Hyper …

…Now I pass that place and see a Highrise Uplifted..

And I often hit my head …to understand ..

Those Days are gone …Yes They are Gone …

It was the Day when I learnt to Ride the Bicycle ..

Went to a ground and pedalled my lungs out in large circles…

But when I suddenly fell off, the skin took all the Beat ..

But the memory of that day would always remain so .. sweet ..

… no matter I no more ride a Bicycle ..

But now whenever I Trip, or Fall, or Stumble …

My mind races back ..then realizes .. then I mumble ..

Those Days are gone ..Those Days are gone ..

In Primary School I had an Impression ..

Was Honest & Outstanding without mention ..

Was a Scholar, Orator, Monitor all along ..

Reputation above all could have never been so .. strong ..

Distinctive, Meritorious, Idealistic all rounder I were ..

…But don’t know why Now my Marksheets just read FAILURE, POOR, STRUGGLER ..Oh Dear !!

Frustration among all then tries to Tear my Hair ..

But then I remember ..Those Days are Gone ..they are no more there ..

High School was Dynamic, Energy my Fuel ..

Enthusiasm, Chirpyness mixed with Confusion would Rule ..

Was still an Orator, a Quick Learner and a talented Cricketer ..

Now Extracurriculars I used to Excel ..But class got another new Topper ..

There was a phase of Insult, Embarassment, Perplexion, Compulsion ..

But all Laid to rest when “Friendly Banter” was the bastion ..

All the Excuses, Artificial Sneezes and the Countless LOL moments ..

Can’t still Forget the ‘Last Day’ , when Tears were all the Cheeks felt ..

OH PLEASE !! Don’t make me Remember those Days ….

But Can anyone atleast make me Understand WHY ???

THOSE DAYS ARE GONE …THOSE DAYS ARE Dead, Buried and Really gone ..

- PB / SpunKo

(This was just something created Impromptu for facebook in 5 mins...Bear it .....

N I actually dont hate Rain when I'm Sitting Put in my House...But really do Curse it when I Walk in the Muck n the Same Chocolaty stuff is Sprinkled on my Facade by Careless Vehicles....

and this is also a Tribute for the Road Work Carried out by the Municipal corp of Nasik alarmingly just before Rainy Season...Result...The roads in Some Prime Locations have not been "Tarred/Rolled"....n surely Potholes will spring up in a matter of weeks.....MNC ...U Suck !!!!)

RAIN and PAIN (PB's tweaked version of the Famous Nursery Rhyme)

Rain Rain what the Heck ..
What have u come 2 check ..
Dnt u know the Roads r dug up ..
n whn u pour the Potholes will Show up
Do u want us to have a Bumpy Ride..
N still Let go those Municipal Idiots having Careless Pride
Ok,kk I understand the matter ..
Why u dont favour us hopeless Clutter..
Coz I guess the last time Indians wnt 2 Space for sm XYZ Test..
Actually Showered some "Hari patti" in ur Crest

- PB