Saturday, May 14, 2011

Oh Shakespeare

Oh Shakespeare, Oh Shakespeare
What if you were a woman?
In the world will you be ever known?
For the glory you have been given.

Will you be fondled by the royal hands?
If you were a woman will you tread the queen’s land?
Reputed to be the top most brands
Ever will you dare to bite those hands?

If your quill would have written in the guise of a man
Like Mary Evans tried to squeeze in to the clan.
Ever will your passage be such a simple plan?
Will you be a woman with a writer’s span?

Macbeth, Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet
Will they be adored forever by millions?
Will they say so or will you be so
Life is but a walking shadow.

Austin who took ages once she was buried
To bloom and blossom in her real form
Will you too be such a spinster?
Who wrote the tales of love and marriage.

How about stitching or knitting with a needle for a change
Instead of a pen with which you made your name
With a bunch of kids in a role of a wife
Would it have spoilt your celebrity life?

If you yourself were a lady
Would you have replaced your dark lady?
Oh tell me Shakespeare, will you still miss her,
Or without a fear will you dismiss her?

If you were a woman, till the eyes can see
And the men can breath
Will your lines and plays
Give life to thee…

Friday, April 29, 2011

Diary Entry

A message
Amazing!
He says, " I'm indebted to you"
So what?
Surprise!
Paper dated 27th April 2011
Hmmmmmm
The Masterpiece
It's there.
Old memories.


Saturday, March 19, 2011

Love at First Sight

Two hearts started to pound
Lubdub....Lubdub.....Lubdub....

Words melted in silence
Myraid rose petals fell down
Waves of music from all over
Whispers of sweet Nightingale's song.

Two gleaming eyes, met each other
Shon as the golden sun
The world around blurred to infinity
And everything stopped.

Couple of investigations with 'Scotland yard'
Experiencing the theories of ' Sherlock Holms'
Digging and digging to find her information
Master plans to meet her up

On a gloomy day, you would tell her what's in your heart
Drops of sweat wet your arms
Prayed and prayed, day and the night
For her to turn up as you like

Exchanging swift kisses,
Beautiful words you would speak
Just to keep her attraction
You would even, kill the king

Aren't you being too selfish?
How do you know what's in her heart
Isn't this too speedy?
Can't this just be a crush, not real love?

The Confusion

My shivering hands
Do not write, for you
They shiver and shiver
Just as my heart beat though.

The day you flew away
Oh!my heart and soul
It hurts, it pains
All alone.

Years have passed by
The space you left
Replaced by an unknown
It's quite hard to explain........

Why do I get paralyzed?
Unable to get down my bed?
You have captured my heart and soul
Oh! i don't come back,even in my dreams.

If i have forgotten you
Hated you forever and ever
Why the hell do my eyes get wet?
Whenever i recall your name.

How's Pablo Neruda so sure?
To write down the harsh truth in his poems
That love is so short, a thing
And forgetting is so long, in comparison.

What if I meet you
Meet you once again, after so long years
How should I greet you?
With silence and tears..........