Poem no.2

Ok.This poem aint about me.I just happened to make it up at 2 in the morning.post ur comments and feedbacks.

Lemme tell u a story,
It aint fine nor hunky-dory.

The other day,
I was sitting by the bay,
Soham happened to come my way.
I pronounced "I'm in love",
He laughed and gave me a shove.
He asked "Whats her name",
I replied"i dunno,but she plays that game",
"the one with the ball",
"croquet,i think its called."
We went to the arena and there she was,
Laughing,smiling and striking the ball.

That was the past,now for the present,
She's still in my dreams,happy and effervescent.

It was cold-blooded murder,
She was blown asunder,
It was her last stop,
She was about to get off.

She died in the mumbai blasts,
all i ask is for u to pay ur respects,last.

My pals at BSS

This is my first poem.Its about my pals at BSS(Bombay Scottish School) powai.I know ive left out several names but only unintenionally so.Dont take this personally.Enjoi.

Vivek gave me call,
he wanted to grow tall,
i told him to run and scream,
and stop having this dreams.

I met him and said "Hi soham".
His reply was a mute HO-HUM,
he said i was dumb,
that i couldnt do sums,
he said i was a bore
and went with sushant to singapore.

Sid,our group's co-ordinator,
Look at him, and you think hes Darth Vader.
Yea,hes a kool dude,
Never is he rude.
U can depend on him,no matter what his mood.
Sure,hes a huge tank,
but with friendship,u can never put a rank.

Gautam ate a mango,
and tried to play the drums,
sounded like a banjo
and proved he was a bum.

Sushant went to Buffalo,
he ate many a dish,
he soon became a romeo,
but hes still our dry fish.

Sunayana, our groups soul,
eats like a black hole,
and once ate a mole.
She'll beat u with a slipper,
she'll beat u with her hand,
don't mess with her,coz she'll really kick ur can.

We meet up with Vidhya every few years,
talking to her is like having a few beers.
she says something,
means something else,
we understand nothing,
though we try our level best.
The word 'confusion' describes her best,
well, all of you know the rest.

In comes ashlene,smiling and all.
Shes thinks shes in a mall,
or in some grand ball.
Shes a total foodie.
not so much a moodie.
What happens to her rum cakes,
that she so often bakes.
Thats almost like her hobby,
So she gives it to Bobby.

They're spposed to be beautiful,those rhyming words.
The way hes written them,they're more like caged birds.
U go thru his brain,
and see nuthing but a drain.
Yet,he wrote all this shit,
with nuthing but his wit.
This is cyd,ur poet,
all he wants is for u not 2 boo it.

These guys are good,these guys are gods.
Those gals are cool,those chicks are hot.
U mess with one,u mess with all,
these guys from BSS are having a ball.