ON A MISPRISING FREIND

We sought, We fought, We dismantled the stones,
We cried, We laughed, We teased each other over the phone,
We were a group, We were well known,
Our friendship was eternal & was a kind of its own.


We traveled the land in search of worthy fun,
We kicked our legs & won battle without a gun,
We had no crest, we were the best,
We were the group unlike the rest.


There was a guy bold and shy,
Blessed with talent high up till the sky,
He was my friend, I loved his trend,
He hawked, We rocked, untill a day he left my way.


He misprised my words, My weird words,
For a friend close to our world,
And told me things that peirced my heart & my mind,
I was crumbled, I was sublime as I knew the fault was mine.


I skipped the road & resumed my heart with a heavy load,
And scribed this song to scratch the feelings untold,
I had no tears but I had a pain,
For I love and love my misinterpreting friend.


I like, I love , I treasure him much,
I tune his noises which clamp my bosom with the sweetest touch,
There's nothing eclipsed within our share,
We fight, We quarell but we do care.


We were, We are , We will be on a fuss,
I assure him that there will be none like us.
Oh we ain't gonna stumble with just a knock,
Within few days we'll be back to rock.

EYES' SYMPHONY

INTO THE POEM:
The poem speaks about my temptations for the eyes of an unknown girl whom I spotted while having my physics class in my college.Frankly speaking Her eyes where with a twist, full with heavenly love and had the bluishness which reflected her beauty.The poem is all about the sequence of events that took place that rainy day.Have a look.


Born without the sun, Grew tedious the new day,
Wet with water, I leaped on my way,
Whelmed by the sinkering studies at night,
I drooled my college's lectures with my own false fight.

With intense compulsion I choreographed my optic clans,
Upon the swiftly waving lecturer's hinderlans,
And upon the mob outside my window pane,
To watch them quitch with their noisy train.


Looking at my watch to struck the interval,
I trudged my clans to quest a sweet face of a girl,
My search didn't turn out to be futile,
And i noticed a face embedded with beauty worthwhile.

I saw her tweet with fun and gay,
And my clans paused for her white astray,
I loved her eyes which had the gentleness of an unshaken dew,
Drenched in her mysterious firth my core chose to froze.

Her eyes seemed like my sparkling RIZA,
And burneth my hibernating clans with a volcanic afluenza,
And triggered a tornado within my lone heart,
And killed my sorrows with her effusive dart.


Her eyes unwrapped my clans from the hazy cloud,
And composed a symphony with the six strings of my heart,
I devoted myself to the sublime tranquility of her eyes,
And widened my feathers to pull them close with petite tries.

It jazzed my soul with a tinkering pod,
And burnished my clans with the cloth of a rhod.
I lust to feel her grid on my arms,
But the temptation for romance closed off its farms.


For i was once stabbed in the name of love,
And from then beauties for me seem alike a flying dove,
my heart wanted to install my clans imagination,
And accept her as my gods' paired creation.


shattered by the pain of my first love's crunch,
i erased her percussion like a chocolate crunch,
still my eyes relished her beauty without a tedious strain,
And tucked itself on the heavens' crane.