In the bathroom i went to soak..I realized i cant find my soap..
Every single moment consumed me with hope.. But I found the stealer...It was the pope..
I found someone with whom I could elope..But where can I go without my soap..
She took my money and I became broke.. And got admitted to the hospital coz of a stroke..
I always thought life was fun with dope..But its not you see...coz I lost my soap..
Then I started a new life..Had a gal for a kickass wife..
Life went on with a lot of strife..In the end she took a knife..
She stabbed me in the heart where I bled..Not a single tear did I shed..
Now how can I earn my butter n bread..Coz I was this close to being dead..
Where I say...Where is my soap.. Let me clean the sins of a lifetime and be a good bloke..
I now work in a factory..People think of it coz its mockery..
To me degree from an esteemed NIT is all crap if you ask me.. Coz they wont let me be me..And in the end there is nothing free..
I paid for my soap some fifteen rupees..
And now i live with my soap and life is as tasty as cheese..
me: coool
This is a poem or whatever you call it is,by Anand,a close friend ,in live version,during one of those thousand gtalk conversations,which i demanded to put it in my blog,despite his repeated abuses of plagiarism..'nimishakavi' we call it in malayalam..instant-poet?!
Khuda Hafiz
~Gayathri~
Every single moment consumed me with hope.. But I found the stealer...It was the pope..
I found someone with whom I could elope..But where can I go without my soap..
She took my money and I became broke.. And got admitted to the hospital coz of a stroke..
I always thought life was fun with dope..But its not you see...coz I lost my soap..
Then I started a new life..Had a gal for a kickass wife..
Life went on with a lot of strife..In the end she took a knife..
She stabbed me in the heart where I bled..Not a single tear did I shed..
Now how can I earn my butter n bread..Coz I was this close to being dead..
Where I say...Where is my soap.. Let me clean the sins of a lifetime and be a good bloke..
I now work in a factory..People think of it coz its mockery..
To me degree from an esteemed NIT is all crap if you ask me.. Coz they wont let me be me..And in the end there is nothing free..
I paid for my soap some fifteen rupees..
And now i live with my soap and life is as tasty as cheese..
me: coool
!!!
ANAND: thank u
taaliyaaan
taaaliyaaan!!
This is a poem or whatever you call it is,by Anand,a close friend ,in live version,during one of those thousand gtalk conversations,which i demanded to put it in my blog,despite his repeated abuses of plagiarism..'nimishakavi' we call it in malayalam..instant-poet?!
Khuda Hafiz
~Gayathri~
21 comments:
lol.. pai did this?? pai the poet !??!??!
HAHAHAHAHAAA.. LMAO..
this was good too, theres a book of verses in bengali called Aboltabol, which means gibberish, but in rhymes and the rhymes are so catchy that they actually make sense out of nonsense, this reminded me of that book, which is read by all Bengali kids
Brutus!
Instant poem, nice! The ability to rhyme like that is rare. Good job Anand!
Also, did someone say Pai? I am a Pai too.
hehe, kickass wife-reminds me of mine.
but the poem made no sense, other than that it rhymed. it sounded like a poetry for the sake of poetry. You know what i mean.But i know it wasnt meant for me to be a critic. It sounded fun though.TC :)))
Rhyming does not really mean a poem di!!!
God! No wonder he asked you not to publish it. :P
A poem with a rhyme and unrelated verses!
Seems like a Queintin Tarantino inspiritation for me!
The poem is excellent and it is hilarious too!
Liked it!
Cheers!
nice and enjoyable rhyming
it is not necessary that the poems should always have some meaning.
they can be written just for enjoyment and to give the readers some light moments.
keep it up
enjoyed readin it :p
Keep writing more !
OK, i have added clooney. :(
this was really gud ...fantastic
mind blowing keep it up
aleem azmi
Soapy story! he he..wat all people can imagine now i realise...it was kinda fun readin it to the end! :)
I have tagged you di! Do it tto? :)
i was just laughing laughing and laughing some more, thx for making my day gayu :D
take care and keep writing....
@Sreejith,yeah..P the P!!! hehe..
@Sujata,hehe..the rhyme was a product of unproductive chat :D
@Anand,lool..i made u famous!!!! P the P!!!!!!! :P
@Sandy,yeah yeah..hehe..and yeah,it's anand pai..and nice to know u r one too :)
@ZB,it was not an attempt to be a Keats..but just something during a chat,when its not indian politics or global chaos that u discuss :D..
@Joe,u need not even call it a poem..u can call it a rhyming prose..something like those 'baba blacksheep',and 'johny johny yes papa',which i never found any sense in..
@Pawan,hehe..yeeah,..thanks on the author's behalf..
btw,welcome :)
@Anju,yeah..those light moments of fun :D..glad that you liked it :)
@Rahil,thanks :)
@Aleem,thanks :)
@Hary,hehe..soapy story :D..
@Thousif :)
WOW!!!!
That was so well written...
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