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