Wild. Free. Are what I'd like to be.

Like the wind, blowing around you. Lifting your curls a little, wistfully sighing when you try to hold them together.

Like the rain, falling on your outstretched arms in a thousand tiny embraces, whistling in tune with the wind.

Like a beam of moonshine. Reflecting, like a twinkle, in your eye.

Like a beam of moonshine on a windy, rainy night.

It was probably the music that did this. Some arbit soundtrack which my brother sent me.

Cheesy rhyming poem : Part-I-dunno-which

A whiff of her was all it took,
For me to drool like a brook.
I stared at her, so intense a stare,
She wouldn't stare back. This isn't fair!

She looked like the angel's tear,
Her eyes, blue and crystal clear.
So sweet, so beautiful,
Her lips, luscious and full.

And then it happened, as she came by,
She stopped and looked me in the eye.
Everything else around us stopped,
My heart did a thousand flip-flops.

The edges of her lips curved into a smile,
The prettiest I've seen in quite a while,
I stepped closer, really I did,
Something fluttered, oh, her eyelid..

She stepped closer too, It was going to happen!
I saw the mascara smudge and blacken.
It swirled and formed the words "Hash tree",
That's when I woke up from my reverie.

A whiff of her was all it had taken
For my drool to fill the interlaken
A memory of her was all it took,
For my drool to wet my book.

The fish and the skipping stone

The softest of touches
Of Wind on his skin
The smallest of tears
Slides off his chin.

A calm breeze, a warm rustle
Why did we have a tussle?
The sun peeks through, weak,
It was never so bleak.

A fish swims along fast,
While he's buried in his past.
The bait would seal its fate,
Why did you have to be my bait?

Rings of water spread around,
As he sinks a small mound.
The disturbance scares the fish away
It lives to fight another day.

He picks up another stone
It was flat, it shone
He threw it in sorrow, In despair,
It bounced off the water, into the air.

It bounced thrice, did a pirouette,
Before getting completely wet.
It all came rushing to him,
His first bounce; he had given in.

He gets up, brigther, the sun shone,
He smiles at the fish and the skipping stone,
They had told him what he should do,
While education did not have a clue.

The breeze blew stronger again,
The sun shone brighter again.
So whenever hope seems long gone,
Remember the fish, and the stone......

Rain...

He kicks the door open and runs fast,
Tears flow when he thinks of his past,
His ship had fallen; without a mast,
His life - a film with a miserable cast.

The sun goes in, the light dims,
With fresh tears his eye brims,
So many hopes so many whims,
All for nothing, just a tear on the chin.

He is tired, he wants to end it all,
Just when the rain starts to fall..
His shoes plod on water,
The rain beats down harder....

He looks up through the trickle,
His tears and the rain mingle,
Rain washed away his tears,
The sky of his head clears...


He brushes his tears aside,
Smiles and takes a stride,
Spreads his arms wide open,
Towards heaven...


All those hopes shattered,
All those tears cried,
Are washed away silently,
When God cries....


Photo courtesy Sharadha ( Be a rebel )
P.s. Played football in the rain today. Was amazing.... And read the post below too..

A tale of two poets.......

I like writing poems or songs or whatever you may call them...'lines'...if u may. Some say they are "Original" and "beautiful" ( You know who??:P). But whatever said, I feel proud to have been the inspiration for my big brother, who wrote his first couplet on snowflakes. Well are you thinking " Since when did elder brothers get so nice and not so naughty???" Think again. This is what he sent. Total nakkalu ( that is sarcasm for those who don't know tamil!!)...


FLAKES of snow falling on the ground
it isn't as i thought it would be - ROUND !!

---- HA ! a couplet for the first snowfall i have experienced.....
---- inspiration for the couplet - R. Sharanyan ( a poet in his own league )

:)
:)
:)

Madhav

Three smileys too!!!! As if the two lines weren't enough. But yea I kinda love this mail!!! Makes you smile!!! At least makes me smile....


The next poet or poetess rather is Annette. Her poems are truly beautiful and mature if you ask me. Her timepass limericks are also one of a kind but childish which is what makes me love them. Read this. This is what made me ask her to write a similar kind of thing about me. I got an immediate poem. Here goes!!!

Chubby cheeked Sharanyan,
Wearing a sexy baniyan,
On the beach in the sun,
Starts to run,
And points his gun,
At abishek bachchan,
And throws a bun,
Just for fun,
The day is won!!!!

-Annette

I don't know what to say!!!!! Another piece to treasure!!!

Cia!!

To Dream Or Not To Dream

A little something which started as a pastime endeavour to save myself from getting bored after having been made to stand alone on account of talkativeness int he physics lab, this developed into a 100 liner! A prepped up version of a small dream I had , this poem, I lost once and then had to re-create it. Here goes....

TO DREAM OR NOT TO DREAM??

A comfy breeze lifted up the leaves,
Played around and rustled the trees;
Came I walking my dog at my heels,
Coasting along as I please.

" The sun’s about to cast its glow"
I said to my dog shadow
As we walked over ridge and furrow
Caused by the wind on the lush meadow

Lo! The land rose suddenly uphill
We tried to climb over the hill
Though it was a morning chill
We set upon it with grit and will

Just when I thought I should turn back
Coz, the long walk hurt my back
I saw someone on the beaten track
Whose very sight made me slack!

Yes!It was a pretty girl
Her hair having many a curl
A cascade atop her head flowed
And on her face a radiance showed

And that was not all because
There was a golden retriever shiny as gloss
I couldn’t believe my eyes
What a coincidence what a surprise

She came closer, I said Hi
She returned it not too shy
We talked for hours it seemed like minutes
Before I realized I was late by 10 minutes

I said a hurried bye while
She gave me a friendly smile
Pulling the two dogs apart
I turned around and began to depart

Next day to my college I went
Against the fierce wind doubly bent
In front of me an umbrella flew
The owner of which was a person I knew

I couldn’t believe my eyes
What a coincidence what a surprise
It was the girl I’d met at the meadow
In a dress as white as snow

She studied at the same place as me
The knowledge of which gave me a weak knee
I was late for class so I had to hurry up
The departing smile knocked me up!!!

Days rolled on as they always do
How we got closer I don’t have a clue
Destiny made me walk that day
Destiny made me walk that way

On a starlit night we went out
The candles were almost burned out
Our eyes met and I saw glee
So my eyes said “ will you marry me?”

2 years later we walk to the park
Listening to our dogs bark
We walk by the meadow whence we met
That day in my life I’ll never regret

I sat down and rested on a boulder
She placed her head on my shoulder
I took her hand in mine
No words were needed at that time

Leaves fell all down all around us
Autumn creating its usual fuss
It was beautiful, the two of us alone
Our dogs looking for a bone

Life is beautiful, life is a dream
Shining on us like a golden beam
Sometimes life’s not what it seems
Flowing like a silent stream.

I kept looking at her resting on me
Any better, this just couldn’t be
I never minded it getting colder,
As long as she was there by my shoulder

Just when I was about to wake her up,
My entire world changed downside up,
I found my mom waking me up,
In her hand was a coffee cup!

I pinched myself wishing this was a dream
No the pain caused a tear stream
I was in a dream a beautiful one too
Alas it was too good to be true

Fleeting memories pass me by
Of the dream that was and gone by
Did I just visit paradise?
Or is it some trick of the eyes??

When I thought I had it all
I was in for a big fall
A perfect dream it had been
If it comes true it remains to be seen!

As I walk down the street
Trudging on my shoe clad feet
I can’t help but hope anew
“Some dreams do come true…”

Some questions are better left alone
Just like a precious oak cone
But it still remains to be seen
To dream or not to dream??”

- Sharanyan (Written before I became Ryan.A.Nash)

P.S : I still don't know who the girl was!! :( :P

It Came From Heaven...........

It Came From Heaven

-Inspired by a true life incident!!

From the skies, wide and blue,
Without warning, without clue,
Stretched above the seas seven,
It came from heaven.......

A message from the one above,
A gift to be delivered by dove?
But it came at the hour eleven,
It came from heaven.

When I least expected it to occur,
It flashed past as a blur,
Nothing rhymes with heaven now,
So I say it came from above...

A blur in the otherwise slow haze,
It found me within this maze,
And went away leaving me in a daze,
What is this? Divine craze???

It found me once, it found me twice,
"Twice blessed", shakespeare writes!!
To be blessed it would feel nice,
But never trust the one that flies....

Homing in on to the spot,
It locked in, x marks the spot,
It let loose a nasty shot,
The rest is silence and then SPLOT!

On my head of all in the crowd,
Doing a fighter plane proud,
It hit the exact centre,
And made me the lamenter.

Looking up at the skies,
I saw them black spies,
My head became their toilet,
As accurate as a bullet!

Thank God cows don't fly,
And I hope they don't try;
I looked up at the raven,
My messiah from heaven??

Whenever.... wherever...
You see a black feather,
Beware...my dear brethren,
It did come from heaven...

Ryan.A.Nash

Weird Poetry!!!!

A.L.I.V.E
A Large Intestine's Views on Existence

You Think You've Seen So much shit in life??Think again. Here goes my story.......

A hollow tunnel is what I am,
And trust me, I don't look that glam.
While you take in eggs and Ham,
I make it all into a squishy jam!


A long colon, rectum and anus,
I work without creating much fuss;
Even during festive times of X'mas,
When a man 'thout me is dangerous!!


The lil one sucks his best,
And sends tome the rest;
People eat more than we can digest,
What's more I f$%#*& can't protest.


Goeey stuff enter the tunnel,
Someone screams,"A long bowel!!"
My soldiers pick up pick and trowel,
And push it to the next level.


The soldiers satisfy their thirst,
And push it forward lest it bursts!
"Good work",Some of 'em shout,
"Try to make the shit pop out!"


Heave ho!! They toil and moil
God knows he's eaten how much oil!!
After chaos, confusion and much turmoil,
They see the light at the end of the coil.


Hours of hardwork, Virtual slaughter,
In the abdomen of this big fat farter,
All i get is a load of shit,
And man I can't even quit.


So in these tunnels poorly lit,
I toil while you eat nuzzer cheese bit;
So remember me, you lousy git,
As the guy who's seen the most shit.

-Ryan.A.Nash

A Spot Of Bother

England lost in the fifa world cup 2006..and this is what i did....i felt so damn upset mannn...




A SPOT OF BOTHER

A spot of white in a sea of green,
120 minutes and no goal seen;
10 dozen minutes, no good shot,
In the end it comes to the spot.

Agonizing seconds creep by,
On his shoulder all hopes lie;
He stares nowhere in particular
Everything around is a vibrant blur.

A gust of air howls around,
And then a shrill whistle sound;
“It’s time gentlemen.” The ref says,
HE gets on his knees and prays.

The noose tightens around his neck,
The ball is placed on the dreaded speck;
Right? Or left?.... he wonders,
There should be no blunders.

Funny how it should all end,
After the ball takes many a bend;
Ten kicks from a white spot,
As the throat tightens to a knot.

The silent killer nudges past,
Sheer silence in the stadium vast;
His legs feel willowy and like glue,
Four penalties; each two put through.



The fifth one is taken well,
His ally scores one swell;
Now it all depends on him,
Everything; an entire nation’s whim.

He walks a tantalizing trot,
He saves the little energy he’s got;
Memories of events flash in his head,
All those saves, to this had lead.

A dive, and the crowd cheered,
A miss, and the same jeered;
But he had gotten through full time
Restoring hope for the people of his clime.

He reaches the line at last,
Shadows in all directions he cast;
Save the goal, he utterly must,
Or his team would bite the dust.

The nemesis gets his weapon placed,
The crowd watches everything dazed;
A dive could gain him great honor,
Or would it turn into a spot of bother?

The rival marches to the ball,
The referee sounds the warning call;
The ball is kicked with precision,
A disturbed mind makes its decision.

Which team won? I will not say,
Let your imaginations run, I daresay!
Win or lose, be what may,
They look at that spot with dismay.

Time marches on and on,
Night dies to the light of dawn;
Ideas and views always differ,
But this will be a spot of bother.

Had A Bad Day..

I wrote this poem one day when i was feeling really pissed off..here goes..........



You wake up one fine day
‘Hey today’s gonna be my day,
Everything’s gonna go my way,
Then you hear the donkey’s bray!’

You sit down and the shit won’t come,
You turn the key, the car won’t hum,
You start to walk; a dog bites on your bum,
And you thought you’d meet Heidi Klum.

Bad start, you take it easy,
Go to your office and call Tracy,
But you hear a voice so greasy,
That sounds a lot freaky.

“Tracy’s gone on a holiday,
I’m Dick filling up for the day
Call me as and when you may,
At my desk, I hold sway.”

Who’s this dick with a wig ,
Who can’t even hide his dick so big,
His pants don’t even stand at his hips,
And you thought you’d see Tracy’s lips.

Marshall Mathers goes on rappin’
“his soul’s escapin’ through a hole that’s gapin’”
But I say, “Look at this guy farting,
Through his ***hole gapin’

Just when you think it cant get worse
Your little happy bubble bursts
Tracy had run away with Fred Durst
Who had been her boyfriend first.

You look at the clock, tickin’ close to four,
At four, the office would be no more,
You go home, open the door,
Oh! Man! the dog’s shit on the floor.




You call your wife, she ain’t there
You call your kids, they ain’t there
They all gone to the village fair,
And have a ride on the cute mare.

You look in the fridge,
There ain’t nothing but bilge,
There’s no better stuff in the fridge,
You go to the motel Mitch.

“Gimme the usual, Manson,”
that’s his name, he is Mitch’s grandson.
He’s a geek, not so handsome,
Oh! Man! Thieves holdin’ for ransom.

They loot the motel’s big safe,
They take whatever they can take,
They take our clothes and dump it in the lake,
And leave us nude, wide awake.




Everybody’s angry everybody’s ashamed,
It was the black gang famed,
You try to cover to cover yourself up,
Before the press snaps you up.

You go home, cold and freezin’
Everything about you revealin’
The lightning flash outside is blindin’
And yeah, you’re right, it starts rainin’.

You reach home wet and dripping,
Step on the dog’s stinking dropping,
Everyone home is tightly sleeping,
You go to your bedroom creeping

You lie down and say wow,
You think nothing can go wrong now,
Just then the fan hits your brow,
And you go owwwwwwwwww


You sleep bruised and battered,
How you felt never mattered,
Just when you thought it was your day,
Satan comes and has a say.

You gotta have a lot of patience,
To make some sense out of nonsense,
Or at least you have a good imagination,
And defeat boredom with such creations.

-Aryan Nash