Tea & Dark Chocolate

I believe that good poems come out of conversations and when you really feel! During one such conversation with friends today, the following stuff came out... On how I am forever penniless, and have to borrow money to fund my holidays... Oh, you cruel Vemu Making me the gruel Vemu Hoarding all the money Never giving me a penny! Separation of duties, he says But look at the bills she pays Yeah, the stocks I make Can't handle the breads I need to bake! Oh yes, I am on a roll Need more for my payroll On and on, I can wax on On how I drudge on! And on how I always underestimate our wealth... Round and round I grow and I count Taking away from my excel Giving you and you excel! At this point am saying that real pain gives birth to good poems *please insert a guffaw here* The anguish and the pain Along with all this rain This, the books and cooks don't help All I can do is yelp! I had a slighly unpleasant exchange with a co-worker when he mispronounc...

Many, many years ago, a few of us bloggers started writing to each other, had become friends, and had discovered a common love for talking in rhymes. Well, if you can call it that. There were a bunch of haikus, two-liners, rhymes to convey everyday message that were exchanged. We thought they were too good to be lost over mail, and then, one of us created a blog for us to share it all on that blog. We did that for a while, a good while also, I think. And then, one of us got bored and deleted that blog. This was in 2009. I think I loved the idea of me writing anything creative, and so held on to this idea, and dug through my old emails and retrieved some of those, which I posted on a blog. Only last week, when Blogger threw a customary email at me to renew some subscriptions, I noticed that I still have the blog, maybe still shared with those blogger-friends (this, I haven't checked, yet). The below poem was what I wrote, back in 2013, to revive the love for pottery (yeah, we ...

As I was making my bed a while ago, wondering whether the blankie was worth it at all, couldn't help but think of the comment a friend made about the short Hyderabad winters. A pencil and paper and this is my heart's anguish pouring out. ☺ You were here and Then you were not. Raising hopes and dreams Of together evenings and nights, Cosy, wrapped up like a breeze A cup of chocolate and the knight! You were here and Then you were not! Gorgeous sunsets, long evenings, shorter days Barbeques, bakes, soups and may be, a truffle, With friends, whiskey and laughter a gay All of it, gone in a trifle! You were here and Then you were not!! Oh, you wretched winter Lasting only 48 hours, Not a minute yonder Making me love my city lesser by the hour!!!

What with V’s activity on my food blog increasing (read, him being mean to me as usual) I was reminded of the poem he wrote for me, back in 2009 when we(a bunch of us bloggers-turned-friends) were all into poetry(again read, talking to each other in 4 lined rhymes and pleasing ourselves calling it poetry) and some good old conversations we had (read, him bragging about all his conquests and I refuting them asking for proof). During one of our chat sessions back then, V got around to write this for me. He claimed he did it in 5 minutes flat, and like I do to his many other claims, I couldn’t refute this one, coz we were talking when he wrote this. And I must say, I liked this one and this is like the second or third time someone wrote a poem on me(No, not from college boyfriends or secret admirers as much as I’d love it to be, from just a group of girlfriends, mostly related to some leg-pulling because of my classic-foot-in-the-mouth-syndrome). Also I maintain that he could use a dif...

  Something I posted way back in 2009 on the original Pottery Barn site and tempted to post it here again… especially given that I am not writing poetry or limericks or rhymes anymore… Decided to change the World, Made my cloud say Hello World! Demo-ed a smart calculator, And it worked like a motor! Cloud, .Net and Azure These got me into the lure! Tried Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V like a true dev Saw Http://Pagenotfound only after the dive! Clients and the servers Some of them with the buses WCFs, Live Services and Access Controls My brain goes for numerous strolls! Cannot start and now totally stuck Muttering the unholy word, f**k I started off on a cloud to pioneer Only to strike the left foot with a spear!

I don’t know if I read this somewhere or if I imagined I read this or if these are lines from a song I heard but can’t remember which one as is often the case or if it is starting of a poem in my head, something which I didn’t care to finish as always … but these lines have refused to leave me for a while now… The whole world looks at you, honey Would you turn around and look at me? Oh well.. what the heck. May be I will finish this after all… The whole world looks at you, honey But here I am, behind you Hanging on every word you speak Dwelling on your every smile Liking what you like, doing what you do Waiting for you to like me May be, you'll notice my presence May be, you'll want me too, someday Would you turn around and look at me too? Hmm… Feels little desperate, lonely and vulnerable. But then the first lines in my head called for it -  the whole oh-am-so-unwanted-in-this-world and look-nobody-loves-me tone of these lines… :)

  Recycling an old post – I wrote this back in 2008 when I was going through a phase, and words just flowed. I’ve written quite some stuff after this , but this somehow still remains close to my heart… Sometimes I sit & wonder what's with the grass on the yonder! Does my heart just crave Or is it just another wave! Great my life looks from a different eye But whats wrong with my rye! What do I want, will I ever realize? Till then, will I let the boredom capsize? Filled with the never-ending apprehension Will I let my life taken over by depression! Thoughts like this make me feel strange Never ever had I seen in this range! What’s wrong in my life is the question? Bored, Depressed, Blues have crept into my diction Thoughts like this make me feel sad! Not knowing what it is makes me feel bad! Love makes me feel great But even that doesn’t let the down-feeling abate Life is not just about love Without you knowing, it throws you into a stove Do I need satisfaction at the job? ...