The Argumentative DL victims

This is a pretty childish attempt, but anyways it took its birth when I was sitting in class trying to study....so its pretty situational...God knows why m putting it here....neways happy reading....



Sitting in d class but lost somewhere else,
Thoughts vacillating like a clock's pendulum.
Pretending to look at what is being taught,
But actually addding lines to this poem.

Teachers speak something which i never hear,
The trauma i face is getting tougher ro bear.
I used to be a first bencher few months back,
But now d search is always for a place at the rear.

The lines written here make no real sense,
Dont blame me,its d subject that made me tense.
U might feel m one of those defiant kids,
Who wants to have fun at academical expense.

This is what many people construe,
But m sorry,i've a different point of view.
For me,the spring of thoughts is a roller coaster ride,
That opens my mind and makes its gamut wide.

This line of thought may have a pitfall,
'but that's what i like' is my answer to all.
The time doesnt fly by,instead it tends to crawl,
Gosh if not in DL,I would've been having a ball.

Ahaa!!finally the attendance time is striving near,
M full of ecstasy and overwhelmed with cheer.
This is the priceless moment i've been craving for,
So with the lecture,this stupid poem also ends here.

little drops of joy

A new day started n d sun rose from horizon's palms
I woke up with an infant's smile,spreading across my arms.
Got up 4m bed,n the mirror reflected my smile,
A feel of pristine calmness occupied me that very while.

I picked up my coffee mug n stepped out to light,
A breeze of cool air passed on with a curious insight.
The look of d dew on the grass explained its plight ,
The worry that it wd soon succumb to the sun's might.

And i imagined the notion that if they had speech,
What would they convey or what might they preach?
Maybe a warm good morning or affection to each,
Or maybe to be our own self is what they wd teach.

I looked up and saw this lovely bird on the tree,
Expressing an unusual ecstacy and an uncanny spree.
It's like we spoke to each other without a single word,
And we both said something and a few things we heard.

Then i came in and got down with my mundane day,
Something i never cherished but never found another way.
Driven by compulsions of life, here i lay astray
Trying to paint life's canvas with no zest to potray.

But the thought of the dew and the breeze that flew,
The bird who always kept me waiting for something new.
These made me cherish the small rays of elation,
And taking me away 4m the moments that i should eschew.

These friends of mine expect nothing from me,
They dont want me to be someone i really can never be.
And this unusual bond connects us all in a knot,
Where we stay away from the pretentious worldly lot.

So each night when i go to bed,
I feel excited about the day to come,
Where we will all greet each other with a subtle warmth,
And a soothing smile as a token of welcome.

N the sun comes again emerging from horizon's palms,
And it always has a mate now to welcome it with open arms.
N my friends join me always to fly free this way,
And this little gesture every morning, makes my each day.