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
Friday, April 15, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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 …
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
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
Thursday, February 3, 2011
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
Thursday, January 6, 2011
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!!!]
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 .
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”
“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 .
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
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 18th 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
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