Saturday, May 28, 2011

Poem: Qualms of a pretty girl

Qualms of a pretty girl

One might frequently envy
when seeing a girl pretty,
one who is tough and gritty
and cracks jokes witty.

Partner picking you think is easy,
they cud demand for anyone rosy.
People around them often flock,
and they r pretty in jeans and frock.

But life ain’t easy, she faces a flip side,
many guys propose her to be bride.
It happens for her all too often
with everyone trying to woo and soften.

And if she is one imbibed in traditions,
to her is important parents conditions.
Religion, region and caste to her will matter
coz she doesn't want her parents to shatter.

Every guy's proposal will cause her pain,
bcoz she knows a relationship is in vain.
With such a burden she will feel abject,
and even the right guy she might reject.

Guys pop daily, some serious some flirt,
she knows that a reject might cause hurt.
The hurt she caused brings her sorrow,
which she hides in her little heart in a burrow.

Some guys propose repeatedly like a lunatic,
makes her fear that they mit take steps drastic.
At some point it causes her irritation,
and she loses her charm in agitation.

If only the guys would have a little restrain,
and leave the decision to her to take without strain.
It would let her inner self blossom,
and help her shine bright and awesome.

For her it is a matter of moving ahead,
Along life’s interesting twisted thread.
Not feel bad about the things gray,
but smile for the things beautiful today.

Poem: The power and pain of silence

The power and pain of silence

When someone doesn't speak a word,
you kind of have a feeling weird
and wonder if you did some wrong
to make their mood go bong.

In anger you might see violence
the cause of concern makes sense
but nothing compares to silence
where the problem might be immense.

You wish they would utter something
else your mind thinks of everything
was it this or was it that
you wish u had an answer pat.

It hurts you deep within bad
you sink into an ocean sad
when someone u feel is a good friend
behaves strange in an odd trend.

A hundred times to the past you rewind,
straining to the limit your mind,
hoping to get a clue of some kind,
hoping the problem you will find.

Did you do wrong a particular moment
or was it a thoughtless comment
was it something you could've prevent
it keeps hurting you bad like a serpent.

If the person were to explode,
their mind becomes easy to decode.
You wish they'd loosen and unload,
so that they'd break out of moods sorrowed.

But all you can do is fervently pray
that they are soon out of dismay
and hopefully in future someday
their silence will give way.