This is a new one...

None of you must have read this one. This is one of the rare few which I've not written during classes.

Perhaps it is better to give an introduction before I start. Please do not be very critical. I noticed that the night of 7th July was surprisingly orange-ish. This poem is just idle speculation (hardly that either) and hopefully you will forgive me for offending any... well... anyone.

Look, the Heavens Have Caught Fire!
Look, the heavens have caught fire,
See the blazing sky!
Others say it's only pollution,
But otherwise says I...

Maybe the gods got drunk
And went rowdy and started a fight,
Hurling canon-like fireballs,
Setting the blue alight.

Maybe the sky went red
And fiery out of anger
Seeing the way we treat the Earth,
The way we mutilate her.

Perhaps it is just His way
of showing us his hate,
A view of the ruthless hell;
A foresight of our fate.

But He could also be showing off,
So that him we dare not tick.
Could be His pride of His power and strength.
(Well, I AM agnostic)

Look, the heavens have caught fire,
See the orange night!
You now know what I think.
Do you know why it is alight?

That IS pretty good, really. Hmmm... come on, comments?

Hi again...

Sorry, my dearest followers, to keep you waiting. There has been a net-crisis here. My net hates me. When my dad logs on- nothing to it. But as soon as I try, be it just before Dad or right after it- "sorry, the server refuses to respond because it really doesn't like you". But fear not, I've come back, fighting through inconsiderate servers, battling through ruthlessly slow network.
So anyway, my life has been very dull. And when I say very, I mean VERY dull. So I guess, as nothing else is happening, I'll just post a couple of my poems. Perhaps, a few of you might already have read a few of them but for the sake of the others who are yet un-enlightened (I AM a proud bird, am I not)...

A Request...
This poem is dedicated to a teacher I had till last year, who, even after teaching me for three whole years, did never get my name right.
You have this bugging habit
Which I have often brought to light,
And I once again ask it
If you'll ever get my name right.

I know there are many things
Which occupy your thoughts,
But does my face never bring
A memory which three years might have got?

And now as this academic year ends,
A parting road just in sight,
I plead and beg and bow and bend,
Please, finally get my name right.

Hello people...

Me here. So... hmmm... I have absolutely no clue what exactly am I suppose to do here. Let's just start from ME. Well, with all due honesty, I am the closest you get to being the best (I wonder why they say that I have my head in the air, but, perhaps, they were referring to my height...). I tend to go somewhat overboard with my imagination but am not eccentric... not that I think I am... Anyway, I think (don't you DARE!) I have got a fairly tolerable vocabulary, though people take me for something like an English teachers' dream. Believe me, far from it, though I do enjoy the languages finer points. Well, what now? Hmmm... let's see... I love playing tennis. It feels just amazing to run around the court and give a sweet return to a particularly tricky shot. I am a complete fan of music. Not only rock or only pop or any such category. I feel it wrong to classify music to various groups as music is something that you enjoy to the full extent, let it touch you, and be flown away with it. Music is just music. Everlasting, profound, beutiful. But if I am to list favourites then I would start my list with Linkin Park closely followed by Limp Bizkit and Shaan. Then a few songs here, a few beats there. I am strictly allergic to Pretty in Pink kind of stuff. They make me scream out for mercy or reduce me to helpless peels of laughter. Similar things happen when I am in the close proximity of Cartland (is that how you spell it?) and Mills and Boons. But I am not a total anti-feminist-book fan either. Holt and Heyer are the ones I prefer over weeping 'Damsels in distress' fainting all over the place. Really, if there was ever a terrible representator of females, it's got to be one of them! I? Judgemental? Nah! Apart from all this, I am generally a fiction freak. For instance, I am a total lover of Harry Potter and Eragon (but please spare me the movies). Then, a couple of years ago I was an animorph addict. I could never bring myself to sensible reading. I found Shakespeare ridiculous and Leon unbearable (couldn't bring myself to read beyond a page). So, you have me, more or less. I have recently taken to writing poetry and any guesses for what I found so inspiring? Not nature, not human hardships or even the mysteries the universe hides in its cloaks but TEACHERS! and our every day battles which starts, ends after 35 minutes only to be followed by another one for another period. Now go away, I am sure you have got other stuff to do.
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I said SCRAM!
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You love me, don't you? Well can't blame you for that, now, can I?