PIGEONS GAVE PLEASURE

It is so boring,

To watch the same programs,

In that idiot box,

Popularly known as TELEVISION...


I returned to my room,

To do something else,

Interesting and fun,

Rather than that program...


As I entered,

My big and spacious room,

I noticed a pigeon,

Sitting near the window panes... 


I climbed my bed,

And tip - toed towards it,

Later I understood that there were two,

The other hiding beyond the curtains...


I looked at its big eyes,

As if it was staring at me,

And the other one's legs,

Dressed like raw meat...


"It is female", I guessed,

Looking at it's hefty body,

As if it was wrapped up,

By a huge warm coat...


The other one flew away,

And the remaining one opened it's eyes,

It stared me being there still,

As if it was not afraid of me...


It flew away,

I was disappointed,

But it went to it's nest,

Which was just a few meters away...

A POET FRIEND

I have a friend,

Not one, I have many,

When all are authors and bloggers,

This is a poet...

I am bad in writing poems,

I always thought so,

But reading her poems,

Keeps me in an ecstatic mood...

She talks about her poem,

Whenever we meet,

But this never bored me,

And I don't think in the near future...

Having a poet friend, 

It is so interesting,

It will surely inspire you,

Like my poet friend did...

HOW DO I WRITE A POEM?

"How do I write a poem?",

A question irritating me from ages,

Never will leave my mind,

Even if my boss had increased my wages...


I sat on my bed,

Thinking how the format would be,

Shall I learn it from Tennyson or Bronte?,

But it does not matter to me...


When I stood at the balcony,

Sensing the warm air,

I thought to write a poem,

Nothing unfair... 


"From the mountains of Himalayas,

Till the seas of the south,

That breeze had returned,

And I felt it in my mouth..."


But there was something wrong,

Not the 'SOUTH',

But how could I,

Feel air in my mouth...


I wrote it again,

Tried to make a clear version,

Didn't understand the words,

Are they in my recognition...


"The breeze from the mountains,

Crashing the rocks' surface,

Coming up to me,

And I felt physical force on my face..."


"How do I write a poem?",

A very confusing tale of mine,

You read and gave reviews,

And I am in cloud nine...

TIME

"Time goes on, never waits for anybody, 

No matter if you pray,

'Please wait at the bay'

It is restless, not peaceful,


It is different then, And different now,

This time your sad, That time you're happy


This time your peaceful, That time you're ruthless, 


This time you're sacrificing, That time you're snatching

This time you're wasting time, That time you're praying 

for time...

Time, Time, Time...


It will never return,


Nor will tell you back,


'Use but don't waste me'


Refusing to hear from you,


"I pray you please wait for me"