The curl of hair

The curl of the hair
on the maiden fair
vowed her bother at every touch
wouldn't rest at her retouch

Her charming eyes
and matchless sighs
it laid itself on her docile lid
did not seem she could get rid

Then it fell on cheeks no care
in the dimples depths oh so rare
quite stubborn it stood midway
stayed on till she smiled it away

When crazy curls you cannot cajole
come draping the face of an honest soul
the mind it travels to Elysian land
strings of pearls on a strain of sand

This one is in love of my sister's beautiful curly hair :D :D

Gargi

V r lyk dis only!

Shakespeare once innocently said "Brevity is the soul of wit". It makes me wonder what dear Shakespeare would have to say now when people have managed to raise their "wit" quotients to a  level where they can write and express their month long vacation to the Himalayas in mere 140 characters. Well, we don’t write really, we just tweet! A 16 year old cousin was casually questioned after his trip to Europe about the different languages he might have picked up on his vacation. "Java" came the proud reply. So much for our expectation to hear a ”Spanish" or a "German" for an answer. Gone are the days when professional resumes contained "English" or "Japanese" in the "Languages known" section. Now it’s more or less like this - "Java", "C", "Python", " blah", "eh, what" etc.

PS: I am not at all against the influences technology can have on language. I actually love it! Imagine how dry and boring life might have been without a "bug"gy neighbor, a pizza from a "googled" pizza place or a friend born with a "runtime" error!

Gargi

Higher self

"There is this point", he began
They listened in rapt attention
Then he seemed to lose his thoughts
They looked on with apprehension

"Or maybe there was this point", he continued
They looked on hopes renewed
Then he seemed to look away
They thought he had lost it midway

"Actually, there should be a point", he said
They dint think this was going good
Then he kind of turned around
They thought he looked quite unsound

"What a total waste", they said
He still dint seem to come around
He had kind of reached a thought
Where their minds could penetrate not.

Eh? :P
Gargi

Have you seen that line?

One side you see the sunlight
the other side the delicate night
If it wasn't for either
how would you have known the other
The blending thin line of transition
between the night and the sunlight
are where all true things originate
before they come to choose their fate
The sun looks up with majestic might
The night looks much alright
The sun spells class and sophistication
The night bestows some raw emotion
How do you choose a further path
when you know not the aftermath
Do you go with the sun mammoth
or do you take the moon to oath
Do you choose the casual and carefree
or do you go into the realm of contemporary
Is controlled passion the way forward
or is free spirit of independence the word
Is life to be lived with prudence puristic
or do we need some experiments exotic.

Why are my poems full of unanswered questions? :)

Gargi

Lest I forget

I want what I cannot get
Let me name it lest I forget
I want the sun, the moon and sky
I want the catcher in the rye
I want the boat that's always sailing
I want the bird that doesn't stop singing
I want to hum the song unwritten
I want to hug the smitten kitten
I want June on a December day
I want April to go the August way
I want a day that's lightning paced
I want a trip that leaves me dazed
I want a word that doesn't rhyme
I want a friend who knows no time.

Gargi