Peace

Let the World be carpeted by those white flowers!

Let the World rise up for that elixir called peace!

As Sunrise embraces the earth filling it with yellow shine!

Oh flowers! Shed your laziness and wake up.

 

The symphony of the zephyr

The song that rain sings

Can they give us the happiness like that moment of silence and peace?

 

The millions of melodies

The words strung across by poets

Can they express as much as a drop of tear does?

 

Let the World be carpeted by those white flowers!

Let the World rise up for that elixir called peace!

As Sunrise embraces the earth filling it with yellow shine!

Oh flowers! Shed your laziness and wake up.

 

Wherever those little kids,

Stretch their little palms,

You appear there, white moon.

 

As soon as mankind,

Finish their mighty wars

Cry out loud and establish yourself my little Dove!!

The Flab 4

"Those were the best days of my life

Back in the Summer of 69"

Legendary lines aren't they, these are one of the very few lines that any music lover cannot deny listening to at any point of time in their lives. The lines themselves signify so much and mean so much that anybody can adapt it to their lives too, like I would say Those were the best days of my life, Back in the summers of 04 and 05.

It was not an encounter by chance, something that was destined to happen, that is what all of us felt at the end of it all. Sid, Ananth, Bulb and Srini, forming the enigma called Flab 4 ;) ...

Size does matter was the catchword there, slogging balls out of the 6th sector grounds, failed attempts to jog from Sid's house to Ananth's house, Book cricket marathons, Mimicry sessions, Raju raping, Chary bashing, Terrace Cricket, the Photoshop wars, Sachin - Dravid fights, IPL debates more a RCB bashing game, The Ball Breaking wars with Chary, Ananth's Dhoom Machale with AB :P, the eye-ball races all over the city ... the list can go on and on...

There are Somethings in life that money can buy, for everything else, those moments of irresistable hogging, inimitable fun can never be recreated... because one thing that can never happen again is the way we hit it off...

To you guys and the many more Summers I wish to share with you...

Srini

Thanks Zaf!!

Here we go again after a brief break....this was written sometime ago, sometime when i used to sit all over the class before i found one place with the glue holding me to my fixed seat ;)

This was next to Adi in an exceptionally boring well not so surprising it was boring though coz it had Alok Gupta and OP in class, i wrote this what i would call bull-shit poem with no aim whatsoever with that KG kid rhyme scheme of abab :D

As I sit here, dreaming and drooling upon Logic,

My mind pulls me to focus away from my stereotypical magic.

Mess up says the mind, with this piece especially

Conscience says you must treat every poem specially.

As my mind plays football in a totally different field,

I gaze at the pigeons who their beaks wield.

Come on! Get a theme says my intellect,

Come on! Take some notes says my heart.

There are better ways to use it,

But common sense says select,

The heart still goes out for Notes!

Just like the horse relentlessly pulling the cart.

Marks sadly are the scale of measurement,

In this system where nothing else matters but marks

Can I change it, I scream to myself, because no one else would hear.

Everyone is busy, ignoring a mind battling close and near.

The Trumpet was sounded and conches were blown

As Intellect and Heart prepare for a war in town

Town being the body that houses this heavenly soul,

Get back to the theme screams the inbuilt earthly soul.

As I fiddle around looking for the theme,

Themes galore in this world are,

Fire, Water, Space, Earth and Air

All of them most broached upon,

Poisoning, Betrayal, Treachery, Heresy

Themes that may not be the favourite for all

Themes galore in this world are,

Yet there are none that could be broached upon

At this point of time I doubt myself

Sorry, No Witches, Wizards and House Elf

You can call me stupid for doubting my genius

I would just reply with three letter word Yes

Brains and Creativity are God’s Gifts

Let Me Use them for the next Gift

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        Thinking of a Theme

Srini :)