Wiping off his eyes every time the pearls dropped, Tried to calm himself but his tears couldn't be stopped, Damping the satin ribbon of the gold medal he won, He had bagged for topping the annual sports competition.
That he could not produce before his freaking out mother, As she held his worrisome mark sheet in hands to bother, The maths paper suggested, 'tables' need to be fixed with a hammer, English pointed out that phonics need to be glued, attention needs the grammar.
Exhausted his mother, tried all the possible ways to teach, But those 'tables' and 'spellings' never got within his reach, The feel of the examination hall made him forget all that he had learnt, Fetching marks and surviving the competition wasn't less than a stunt.
All of a sudden, his mom knocked his bedroom door, He rushed to open, dropping his medal on the floor, She asked, "Did you have your tiffin in the school today?" "To which he replied, "yes mom I did, I do it everyday."
"But the food was a bit spicy, you could have left it", she said, To which he replied, "But if the tiffin came back as it is, you would've felt bad", She was in tears and all of a sudden her eyes hit the floor, There lied a gold medal, seeking her attention, near the door.
She lifted it up and enquired, " Why didn't you show this earlier?" He exclaimed, "You already had the mark sheet stating I couldn't clear!" Bursting into tears, she kissed the medal, knelt down to hug her tiny star, She wondered, "Why do parents set a bar when kids love them the way they are."
If poetry was a person, A mysterious woman , she would be I am certain. With a very attractive skin, Her oceanic eyes would have drowned her readers for a spin. Beaming smile perfect for the go, She would gracefully drape herself with metaphors and oxymorons , Looking just perfect for the show.! Her eyes deep like an ocean, Housed phrases and verses full of emotion.
If poetry was her in person, I would witness her ecstasy, being adorned with poetic diction. I would wipe her tears at times, For being left incomplete without words Thus reduce her melancholic chimes.
I would hold her tight and dance, To the rhythm of her voice. Raising a toast for every success It would keep us bonded with moments to eternally rejoice.
At times holding back her gushing thoughts inside, She would showcase her brilliant smile with a sense of pride. Enjoying each passing moment of happiness, She would be the woman of substance with her man by her side.
Thanks,for all women are thus the masterpiece poetic creation of the creator himself.
Set in the auspicious lap of Calcutta Hop-pot of newness, of post-independence Swindling,bloomed two hopeless lovers Star crossed by barrier of money.
The erratic jealousy,the subtle blaze of love, the untameable intense emotions between Shekhar and Lolita is what makes this movie a beautiful form of art, the celebration of love.
Tell me Lolita How did you pour out all of you into someone? How grounded you are! You gave away your everything effortlessly Submitted to destiny Moped your dreams away Or your dreams were only him? Teach me to feel that way burn with passion everyday And not loose that heart warming Smile... To see him To fall hard for him Yet not convey Find own happiness Only in his smile How fathomless that dedication could be How full of love your heart could be...
Perhaps that's something our generation Might never have! Or Perhaps you are just an imagination A personification of a kind of lover we all seek.. And any soul like just doesn't exist..
(My love for vintage movies will never die ; ie, Devdas, Dil se ) :D