Friday, July 20, 2012

Happy Birthday

For You, Didi.

On your birthday a book you wanted
And for three years I daunted.
I'm much less of a writer
Than you are a fighter
And even lesser a poet
Yet today a poem is all you get.

Buying you a gift is reduced to a joke
As I'm unimaginably broke
Also, it is no easy task
As you never wear a mask
For you a gift is only fun
When it's a United Colors of Benetton 

For Three out of Twenty-Five
You had the most amazing drive
With a beautiful couple
Your life was perfectly supple
With close ones galore
A Russian baby they used to adore

Then Ninety brought a puzzle
And your baby fat gradually fell
You felt like the big one at three
Having the ultimate liberty
Of bossing over someone
Your ultimate childhood fun

For twenty-two years
There were few tears
But a lot of laughter
That would last many years after
Many a roads walked
Endless nights we have talked

From school to college
You always had an edge
Then, in white and blue a prefect
And now, in Biba you are decked
When they skip a beat
Because of all your heat
Don't blame hearts for playing darts
In the end, only choose lemon tarts.

Your talents, they feature
From financier to teacher
Be it lessons or Papercup
You manage to fill it up
Just the same way
I wish you many a happy day
To fill your walk of life
To play the perfect daughter, sister, wife.

For a day like today, a day which is a boon
Any fool would return from Doon
To wish you a 'Happy Birthday'
If my words may.




Monday, July 16, 2012

Iron-y


Truth is a gamble
All, nothing but a scramble
English, Math, Wonderland
A make-believe helping hand

English

Take the word fine
And think of a line
You have two in your mind
Separate meanings they bind
‘How you doing, Sir?’
Asked your chauffeur
‘I’m fine. Thank you
Take me to English Avenue’
For not obeying Traffic rules
He was one of the myriad fools
Who had to pay a fine
Which was worth a fine dine
He was then heard saying
After paying
‘That fine
Was not fine

Mathematics

He who had no (zero) money
Was now at Avenue Sunny
Started his journey
To earn some penny
He travelled a long round way
And made 360 bucks that day
At no other place but Avenue Sunny
Still none of us think that Math is funny

Wonderland

He had a date with Alice the same eve
Stories, that is what she loves to weave
Her best is named Wonderland
It had a queer reader’s band
It is written as a tale for the children
But is best understood by grown-up men
And women.