19 November, 2009

A frustrated blogger's poem (Part 1)


This is my first attempt at poetry that I could not publish on Facebook due to character-limit on messages. You see, after losing Blog-a-ton by "mere 6 votes", I am thoroughly frustrated; and, like a modern-day Devdas, I have taken to poetry. I would have preferred alcohol, but I am born in a religion that abhors alcoholism. To make that worse, I ended up in a job that doesn't leave much in my bank. I am in an exotic place called Cyprus as I blog this - and headed for Dubai for another deal. With nothing much to do, I am also reflecting back at the absolute partisanship behavior of the fellow-bloggers who refused to vote for my post, outrageous though it was!! But, that is for later...

Below is the poem, initially "designed" for my Facebook friends....


THIS IS A TEST MESSAGE
Oh my dear friends!!
Your anger will hit a new high
My poetry may make you cry

Between Turkey and Cyprus
There's a great wall
That may never fall!!

Oh Gandhi!! I recall your adviszus
As I get ported to Dubai from Cyprus
For a deal as old as Tyrannosaur-Rex
I am back to ONE Gandhian principle
Of ABSTINENCE, and that's from marital sex

My poetry is not great
Nor is it the best
My FB friends will advise on net-iquette
Others will say "Don't irritate"
THIS CHAIN-REACTION I WANTED TO TEST

CONTRIBUTE FOR A HUMANITARIAN CAUSE: If you feel that the absurdity of this poem will make other poets feel proud of themselves, you can promote this post here or here or here...

6 comments:

Tavish Chadha said...

rofl... that sure is the wierdest piece of poetry i have seen... but it did make me laugh... so what the hell... LOVE IT! :)

Cheers!
Tavish

Talking Skull said...

Thanks Tavish. Sometimes, the fact that you have nothing worthwhile to do can extract the "rarest of talents" that you may (or may not) have.... :-)

Kshitij said...

wow...love it... I want to try my hand too... nonsense poetry right? (I'm sorry if your thing made sense that I could not locate). Here goes my random 3 minute job:

I see taiga I see tundra,
Shilpa is seen with raj kundra,

No party till late midnight,
Become fat and jeans become tight,

Patrick Patrick where's rafter,
excuse me, who are you after?

I am sulking in the silky way,
I am breathing in the milky way,

Ok time to end this nonsense,
Like you, even I am tense.

Good night.

Talking Skull said...

Hey buddy. You are back after quite some time. Needless to say, you got me laughing again.... :-)

No doubt poets are out of fashion since poetry is such an easy job... :-P

BTW, what happened to your 'next post'?? Waiting... waiting... waiting...

Kshitij said...

Hey. Yes... been a lot of days since I posted... One idea is ready... rough draft is ready... I think I can get you the article in next 4 days. Feels great to know someone is waiting... and that too, three times.

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