Time to wake up
Tears surged into my lips,
Reckoning a dangerous warning,
I might end up in a fiasco,
“Its time to wake up and find myself”!
The results of my examinations unknown,
For I dint have a pen on them;
And that for a lame excuse,
“Spurious abdomen colic”!
A final chance waiting,
To deceive my premonitions,
A final chance to escape,
From the burning sensation of “REDO”!
‘Redo’ as they call it,
Is the Hobson’s choice for the one who fails,
You are tattered for a fortnight,
Hard to demarcate a day and night!
I don’t want the hell in me,
I want to avert from this haunting monster,
A high time that it strikes in my mind,
“Its time to wake up”!
-Manoj Kelath
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
Here's my heartfelt poem....
MY SWEETHEART
First glimpse into your eyes,
I was filled with passion
Ceased by your beauty,
Relentless to say, you ’r my dream girl!
Do I love her? Frantically questioned
The doubt persisted until then,
When toiled contemplation answered,
You ’r mine and I ’am yours.
Days crawled and I wept,
For only I knew, how much I loved her.
My heart plunged, dug so hard
And I ended up proposing her.
Her face was cute, yet so cryptic.
She never said “no”, but never had it happened.
I was happy, but yet so sad,
For I loved her so much, and she never knew.
Hopes invigorated, dreams to zenith
Joyful thoughts, thrilling moments,
I couldn’t resist loving her, dying for her.
Where will it culminate, I never knew.
My thoughts hovered, and cascaded
It remained through, throughout of course,
I love her, love her so much.
But why, I never knew.
Searching for the riposte,
Ended up knowing one thing,
I love her because “I loved her”,
And no other reason could I find.
The time tickled and played,
And I was the only histrionic on stage.
The game turned serious, when
Her feel started pricking my heart.
Her frolicsome nature enchanted me,
I knew her tunes, and her likes
I was proud to say to the world
That “I love her”, “I…..love her”.
I had asked her many a times,
The same old question,
For this time or the next,
She gave me a better hope.
February was fine, March was mad,
April fooled me, May was floral.
I reached nowhere, but yet…..
I loved her; I cried “I love her”.
She loved me, I thought.
I was late, late to know
She never did and I was fooled
My heart broke, but all in silence.
I frowned, howled and screamed
All for her…..I was crying
For one and only one reason
Why I loved her so much?
True friend is one like her,
She consoled me, pampered me,
I felt like a child, and she my mother
Sad to know the doomed destiny! Uhm
The drama dint last long,
The blissful moments awaited,
But frustrations all around,
I couldn’t help myself smiling.
I went to the shore, and asked the sea,
Do you love me, my sweetheart?
She said “yes, I do”!
And she took me forever, so it was
I was hers and she was mine!
My sweetheart!
-Manoj.Kelath
First glimpse into your eyes,
I was filled with passion
Ceased by your beauty,
Relentless to say, you ’r my dream girl!
Do I love her? Frantically questioned
The doubt persisted until then,
When toiled contemplation answered,
You ’r mine and I ’am yours.
Days crawled and I wept,
For only I knew, how much I loved her.
My heart plunged, dug so hard
And I ended up proposing her.
Her face was cute, yet so cryptic.
She never said “no”, but never had it happened.
I was happy, but yet so sad,
For I loved her so much, and she never knew.
Hopes invigorated, dreams to zenith
Joyful thoughts, thrilling moments,
I couldn’t resist loving her, dying for her.
Where will it culminate, I never knew.
My thoughts hovered, and cascaded
It remained through, throughout of course,
I love her, love her so much.
But why, I never knew.
Searching for the riposte,
Ended up knowing one thing,
I love her because “I loved her”,
And no other reason could I find.
The time tickled and played,
And I was the only histrionic on stage.
The game turned serious, when
Her feel started pricking my heart.
Her frolicsome nature enchanted me,
I knew her tunes, and her likes
I was proud to say to the world
That “I love her”, “I…..love her”.
I had asked her many a times,
The same old question,
For this time or the next,
She gave me a better hope.
February was fine, March was mad,
April fooled me, May was floral.
I reached nowhere, but yet…..
I loved her; I cried “I love her”.
She loved me, I thought.
I was late, late to know
She never did and I was fooled
My heart broke, but all in silence.
I frowned, howled and screamed
All for her…..I was crying
For one and only one reason
Why I loved her so much?
True friend is one like her,
She consoled me, pampered me,
I felt like a child, and she my mother
Sad to know the doomed destiny! Uhm
The drama dint last long,
The blissful moments awaited,
But frustrations all around,
I couldn’t help myself smiling.
I went to the shore, and asked the sea,
Do you love me, my sweetheart?
She said “yes, I do”!
And she took me forever, so it was
I was hers and she was mine!
My sweetheart!
-Manoj.Kelath
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
poem after the tour
The Exalted Trip
Sighs after the tingling exams,
Time for the bouncy freak-out,
We planned for a distant ride,
To scoot away from the haunting hell!
The ride went on…and on and on,
We danced on the way and flew in the air,
We threw ourselves everywhere,
To hold our teachers breathe!
The ride did soon come to a halt,
It was time for howl and shout,
Getting ready for a real knock,
Night party and the shopping shot!
We held our arms and felt the warmth,
Our souls did greet and a tear to drop,
We tied our hands and took an oath,
We’ll stand together and fight it out!
-Manoj Kelath
Sighs after the tingling exams,
Time for the bouncy freak-out,
We planned for a distant ride,
To scoot away from the haunting hell!
The ride went on…and on and on,
We danced on the way and flew in the air,
We threw ourselves everywhere,
To hold our teachers breathe!
The ride did soon come to a halt,
It was time for howl and shout,
Getting ready for a real knock,
Night party and the shopping shot!
We held our arms and felt the warmth,
Our souls did greet and a tear to drop,
We tied our hands and took an oath,
We’ll stand together and fight it out!
-Manoj Kelath
Monday, May 21, 2007
My train journey....
The Lady next to My Seat
The buzzing siren echoed around,
A creeping train in the station we found,
We vault across the ruckus platform,
Never bothering we are in uniform!
In the midst a seat we found,
Perturbed by a crying babies sound,
The first attention went to the “one”,
A lady with a fine long tongue!
She gave us a long white sheet,
And made us erect on our feet,
She asked about an address,
Only solution we found was to take a bed rest!
And so I climbed across the mountain tree,
Quiet alone and fancy-free,
I found in my ears a furious “beat”,
And that was the lady next to my seat!
The poor audience did frown a lot,
With no results for the lady’s shout,
She pinched my ears and scratched my body,
And I had to convince myself “what a lady”!
-Manoj Kelath
The buzzing siren echoed around,
A creeping train in the station we found,
We vault across the ruckus platform,
Never bothering we are in uniform!
In the midst a seat we found,
Perturbed by a crying babies sound,
The first attention went to the “one”,
A lady with a fine long tongue!
She gave us a long white sheet,
And made us erect on our feet,
She asked about an address,
Only solution we found was to take a bed rest!
And so I climbed across the mountain tree,
Quiet alone and fancy-free,
I found in my ears a furious “beat”,
And that was the lady next to my seat!
The poor audience did frown a lot,
With no results for the lady’s shout,
She pinched my ears and scratched my body,
And I had to convince myself “what a lady”!
-Manoj Kelath
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