Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Like Her?, Love Her?, Whatever!.........

My first thought was sleeping beauty that's who this must be,
Then i was like naw it's just satan playing tricks on me, 
Because you're like a rainforest with the magic & creatures combined,

Eyes as sharp as a black panther piercing my soul and tickles my spine, 
You remind me of the rose from beauty & the beast, enchanting, precious, but just out of reach, 
Your touch is like the venom on the dance of the serpants, paralyzing, hypnotizing, holding it's prey in place,
It's as if you emit light, even at night the sun seems to shine in your face,
The songs of rainforest birds has been known to grip people in awe,
The sound of you voice could cause a herd of angry elephants to come to a ground shattering halt,
The day is hot and long, and night seems so far away,
But as long as you're near i know everything will be Okay.
 

Don't know if I like her?, Love Her?, Whatever!......... :(

When I'm Falling In Love

If I could get star from sky for you
I would do it twice
And only because I love you
I would reach any planet


And If the feeling would be broken
I would become sailer near with the island of your desires
Your desires

But inside of myself
I understand that I can't do it
And sometimes I lose myself

When I'm falling in love
Sometimes I'm despairing, when I'm falling in love
When I am least expecting it, I'm falling in love
Time stopping
And soul coming to my body
I'm smiling, when I'm falling in love

If moon would be your award
I swear, I'd do everything to get it
And be yours

If you hear my cries in your dreams
Wake up, it's reality
It's not dream, not
And I am glad that always comes a moment...

When I'm falling in love
Sometimes I'm despairing, when I'm falling in love
When I am least expecting it, I'm falling in love
Time stopping
And soul coming to my body
I'm smiling, when I am falling in love
 

F@M∃ CrAZzY !

Spiritless, Spineless, Cowardly and Pessimistic Prick - With the future looking bleak and Hazy,
These are the general views on me by the Common Folk - They call me incredibly Lazy,
All of these are half truths to be honest- Chuck it as obviously this Spitted Venom isn't bringing me to any Frenzy,
And despite of all the listed shortcomings I gotta admit that I am desperately Fame Crazy,
For me, the life without Fame doesn't seem to be an enjoyable Game,
I guess this is gonna be the case with almost everyone - every teenager's fantasy is the Same,
However they may be Lame, but all wish to earn a Name,
Unending Daydreams of being recognised and acknowledged for their Work,
Somebody tell em that fame earning respect isn't simple- it needs some Luck,
The Ladies wanna be strong and levelheaded- being unafraid and not a Tame,
And the Dudes just wanna stay in the spotlight - in their arms a pretty Dame,
Being a Celeb is almost everyone's dream- with their Interviews making the News,
This justs transforms their personalities - they've earned their fans - Full reason to Enthuse,
The Folks screaming, clapping and shouting - when I arrive at a Scene,
But I must stay on my Toes as a Star and not act Mean,
 I must be in agreement with their continuous auto and photo graph Demands,
And screw my negative Critics- I don't care about their Commands,
From a distance very Far - This life seems to be a Lust - that of a Superstar,
Everything's marvellous and people feel it's Splendid,
But inspite of all this Flare and Glare, I feel the life's very tough - That's my own opinion Candid,
With more time for Strangers than their real life loved Ones,
I can't think of it as a fair deal- Life lacking frolic and real Fun,
Most of them feel empty and lonely, unable to cope up with the forever increasing expectations- sinking into Depression,
A mammoth salute and admiration to all those who continuously deal with this Oppression,
And there aren't any age restrictions to earning Fame - That's the Best Part,
Any of my works could do overnight wonders and top the Chart,




Now here I am trying to provide you an insight into my dreams and my Life,
Try not to miss a Wink, don't Blink, as I share with you my Wildest Fantasies - High Five!,
Yo Guys! I am at my own free Will to try and make it big in whatever I feel Like,
Penning down or Singing a Romantic Masterpiece like Enrique - Hey! Handle me the Mike,
Or be a Real Life Dark Cape Crusader- Chasing Criminals on my Bike?,
Why not act out the Joker from The Dark Knight,
Ledger played it wonderfully well - It was a Breathtaking Sight,
Or Maybe I could be called the King - Just like Shah Rukh,
After initial years of scramble, the Whole Bollywood he Shook,
Or Why? Maybe I could be an Author and pen down an acclaimed Book,
I am reasonably good at Cuisine - I could be a Professional Renowned Cook,
Or Compose Songs like Rahman and maybe win a Golden Globe,
Or earn the Fame quickly like Beiber - be a Teenage Heartthrob,
Maybe a Critically Acclaimed Lyricist or Director - Working in a Movie,
Most find it uncool and bore - But for me it is very Groovy,
Or maybe Expectorate all the Pain and Frustration in the form of Expletives - be a Rapstar,
Like Fitty and Shady - Atleast in terms of Lyrics you could be assured that I ain't very Far,
The Rappers have a common link - Excessive Pain in their Lives,
Now the Public keeps on encircling em - like Beehives,
They came back very strongly and made it Big - Very Inspirational,
But the Lyrics are just a small part - Maybe now I should Try to be Rational,
By the way, Did I mention that Emin∃m describes in one of his songs - Superstardom as Boredom?,
Was just reminded of my earlier made point - In the nick of time at Random,
Another of my Wildest Fantasies is to win as many matches for India,
Just like the Legends of ' Cricket God ' and ' The Wall ' have been doing for Ages,
Or perhaps Jumping and Backflipping like Klose and Ronaldo in the Celebration of a Scored Goal,
Or just like Guetta and Metallica, I could Rock & Roll,
Or maybe be a Roadie and gain everybody's Respect and Admiration,
With the Fame and Likings I may achieve, I could gain many Friends and Fans,
But all of these are just some of my Countless number of Plans,
Most of these are Wannabe ones - which I know would never be Fulfilled,
I know my shortcomings - and I promise I won't Fret and Regret,
If you did really like this effort, then you may think that atleast one of my mentioned fantasies could be accomplished,
I think you have certainly got which one I am talking about,
Yeah! The very Same, Don't be in any Doubt,
I know this thing very well that Daydreams in excess are very Harmful,
But there is nothing wrong in Dreaming - a big necessity for life to be Fruitful,
"I'ma be what I set out to be, without a Doubt Undobtably,
And all those who look down on me, I'm tearing down your Balcony,"
So just hope and Pray that Happiness and Joy sweeps me over like Azure Blue Sky- and Wind that is Breezy,
Whatever you may call or think of me, I am okay that I am desperately Fame Crazy !.


By,
Shoe Stepper aka Dhruv Narayanan PM













Monday, 5 March 2012

* UNcl∃ MaTT *

Once to my home arrived my Uncle Matt,
Healthy as his physique was - he was quite fat,
Elated on meeting him, both of us had a chat,
Tired as he was, we preferred to sit and continue the interaction and chat,
It was interesting to see the place where he sat,
Simple as he was, he declined the sofa and preferred the mat,
Now I enquired him about his son who was a spoiled brat,
As soon as I pronounced his name, Uncle exclaimed- Drat!,
Then I asked- How's Uncle Billy?, a member of your frat,
He's gone insane, uncle replied- and roams helter - skelter with a bat,
Unclear as his reply was, I asked - Which one uncle? Cricket one or a flying bat?,
Oh! Haha.. Good question my son, he said, he carries a cricket bat,
And by the way, where's your cat?,
Don't know Uncle - probably after the rat,
Impressed by my reply, he laughed and on my back gave a pat,
So how's Uncle Simon uncle? Your fraud partner with a devilish prisoner's hat,
He bluffed me, I cheated him as well - Tit for Tat!,
Leave all of this matter son - Let's go to Hotel Beverly Pratt,
Oh no Uncle! - They charge VAT,
You'll be caught dumbstruck hearing their rates and you'll lie flat,
And finally we returned home and played some games of dart,
Until my sister arrived finally to drop him home in an old fiat. 


       *  T  r  ∃  a  $  u  R  e  D            p  I  e  C  ∃  *


FROM THE VAULT - WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 12 YEARS OLD ( YES, IT DOES SEEM CHILDISH WHEN IT'S READ NOW )