Friday, September 9, 2016

Braindead


Part 1
Until it stuck me hard in the head, I wasn’t brain-dead
Dilemma of understanding the nuances was too far-stretched
An allusion to the famous political leader and a metaphor on the suppressed
Personifying the knees and changing the whole darn subject

Literature, the ray of hope, might save the day,
Make sure I know of eras and movements and all that came in the writer’s way
Don’t forget to study the characters and plot and structure and themes and blah blah bleh
Picture the scene before it begins and please, please, please assess an extended essay

Formative is taken care of; did you hear that anybody say?
IOP and IOC for the lasts two parts, I’ve to judge you also in FOA
Written Tasks 1 & 2 & 3 & 4 and whatever shit to check and give away
Paper 1 and Paper 2, kill me with the blues, and bury in a graveyard of straw-baray.

Part 2
 So what am I talking about exactly?
It’s teaching IB that got me immensely
Ain’t no cake walk sweetie, ain’t no ‘Live ever after happily’
More about reading between the lines – analyzing perfectly

Flooded with research, corrections, conventions, mails, preparing PPT
No time for love or a good laugh or anything joy and glee
It's NOT okay - yet another cynical class spree
Question - Seriously, who made this fucking IB!!

Friday, June 19, 2015

Of Solitude and Camaraderie


Why mustn't I be only and lonesome?
When you – my dear beloved – are miles away
What about those days we spent in the vicinity of each other’s smiles and words
Those which never dulled out for you were present, alongside
Striving for spending yet another day and yet another hour
Where are the lunches and dinners we used to prepare?
While you saved the very last bite to kiss my lips, always
This distance, growing in abundance and, seeming infinite
Is equally prosaic as it is appalling
More of the latter and less of the former but certainly a blend


Why must I be only and lonesome?
When you – my dear beloved – are just steps away
Struggling your way through jobs, untouched and people, unnoticed
And guiding upon me as my Guardian Angel, the one they call ‘Michael’
As the week comes to a close, my eyes, once again, shine
For it will bring You, along with
To paint my days with yet another hue and yet another colour
And embellish my nights with matchless care and immaculate passion
The distance, ceasing to end and, seeming in disguise
No longer prevails.


Tune into Ed Shareen 'Thinking Out Loud' already. 

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

This. Man. Is. Love.


You are the one behind my sleepless nights and dreamy days;
A true gentlemen with unmatched demeanour,
So new yet so familiar, so dramatic yet so plain,
With you, every day is a memory and every memory a fond one.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

A Warm Oblivion




Nothingness is all around and all around is hope
The way I see it is the way it shows
Clear and well lighted, a place for both young and old
Shines in the darkness and hides in the gold.