The first omen

Your care teared me,
Whats left is a zombie.
I ain't one of them,
Milling millions of this mayhem.
O Lord, take me away,
To your place, where I stay.
Without misery or bliss,
Like a stone, as it is.
It should not be cursed, one's birth,
But I'm empty, without any dearth.
Left with nothing as an option,
I beg Thee, for adoption.

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In a boring lecture

Again he's here with a nervous look
Like he doesn't know what to cook
Gazing am I with expectant eyes
Hoping against hope torture'll be nice
Soon the hope will be a fantasy
Competing, in dreams, with my Urvasi
Why we always have as a work
All the things that I most shirk
Can we not have such a gain
Which always comes without any pain
Only I know how I regret
All the applaud my learnings get
At the expense of that innocent charm
I dont need fame, I need calm.

Do not remember which row I was sitting in? Must be second or third. God bless indian chemical industry.

Struggle

Periodic, acute
Shortlived, disturbing
Like an eclipse
The invisible dragon
Overpowered my psyche
It rained and rained
Trail of thoughts
Long and thin
Of ruin and grim
Standing alone
Searching a hope
Hoping a search
Amidst storm
I fought and fought
With myself
Within my self
Eventually it grew
Stronger and stronger
Like a storm
Penning my grief
Pinning my sorrow
Raising hope
For a better tomorrow.


Can this even be called a verse? I guess the only struggle one understands is for words to abhor it :D

An accident

On a day, bright and sunny
riding in dreams with my honey
Oblivious of everyone but u was me
there she came, like an apple from a tree
My head went for the Newtonian bang
not of thoughts but of noisy tang
Thus fell this sweet girl Risha
just after saying "Ashish aaha"

Was written to impress a new-found chat-pal. Thank god, she had never read any poetry before. No wonder, we still are good friends.