Something I wrote in the accounting class... :)

Management of Accounting Class

Some with their brows knitted in concentration,

Some fighting will-power to obstruct impending day-dreams,

Some indirect glancing; illusions of future love,

Some awake and alive, minds wandering on solar gleams;

A purpose for some; an enjoyment for others;

Who try to find what they are here for,

Some, like me, observing the others, who

Trying to prevent the professor from being dour,

He whose only visible features are eyes and hair,

Tries to reply and not pull his locks off;

A tug-of-war ensues, and the professor emerges victorious;

And more go to sleep; while some others scoff.

A pleasant sight of inspiration for the poet,

As one day, none of them will be here,

And sleepers would miss their pleasant sleep,

And the professor will let his locks be sheared.

But the poem will bring back lost accounts,

Memories will be debited, and happiness be credited,

For the poem takes you back in space and time;

And the poet will be praised for the lost world recreated.

Some Quotes from a broken heart (The quotes are mine, the broken heart is not :) )

"Why are some of the best poems the most sorrowful?"
"Because we are sadists, we love seeing pain."

"I hide myself, my poems express me. They are my best friends."

"We are here to love and experience the sorrow associated with it."

"The poet is one who can give words to the happiness and sorrow of others."

The Pain

Why hast Thou given us the heart, O Lord;
And still, why the pain that resides inside.

It knows it can't get everything it wants,
Why hast thou given it the desires then,
Life is fickle, desperation is never rewarded;
The desperate is left with pain in it.
Life anyways has a contract with a bull,
Who takes it away at an inopportune moment,
When the heart wants to live the most.

Why hast Thou given us the heart, O Lord;
And still, why the pain that resides inside.

While alive, we talk about true love;
And try finding the source, providing the heart,
The joy, we believe we are born to experience;
To be with 'The One', and be one with 'The One',
But The One doesn't see love in your heart,
The pain that arises, I just can't express,
My pen doesn't feel the pain that I do.

Why hast Thou given us the heart, O Lord;
And still, why the pain that resides inside.

Blood is stuck inside, my knees are weak;
Eyes provide rains to cool it off,
The soul wants to leave the body;
But sin it is, and a true loving heart,
No sin it doth; And still, it rues,
People say heaven and hell are here,
Heaven can't be; but hell is for sure.

Why hast Thou given us the heart, O Lord;
And still, why the pain that resides inside.

Philosophers I read say true love is;
And the universe helps you achieve it,
I have experienced what this love is,
A beautiful feeling, no doubt, so why-
There exists pain in my heart, and why,
Never is love reciprocated, why does The One
Not understand, I live for your happiness.

Why hast Thou given us the heart, O Lord;
And still, why the pain that resides inside.

I live for your happiness, though sorrow
Penetrates my heart with mighty arrows,
And the heart cries out, I love you so much,
Can't live without you, & can't live with you;
Hope you find true love in someone, though
I am sure he will never experience the love
That existed in my heart when it died.

Why did Thou gave us the heart, O Lord;
And still, why the pain that died inside.


(Please don't miss the last two lines, they are different from the repetitions given above, this is supposed to be something like the lyrics of a song, but I don't know how to make the music... :( )

Horizons...

A steady breeze blows from the horizon,
My ears become cold; clouds kiss them,
A hazy grey fog ensues, drowning all,
Seems like the love God is arriving.

The clouds turn to mist, begin to rain;
A beautiful smile crosses humanity's faces,
Everyone feels His charm from inside,
Trees wave as Mother Nature dances.

And I feel myself a tiny creature,
Love leaking from horizon, filling all,
Its yellowish glaze glittering in the grey.
And my blood capillaries move all over.

Just the feeling arouses such pleasure,
Earth and sky making love on nature bed,
The orgasm excites every molecule on earth,
See the leaves outside bloating in glory.

The last meeting

A love that I found, a love that is so dear,
She is so dear to me, with her everything I share,
And when I go away from her, seeing her tear,
A small sparkle of platinum, I can't see I fear.

And I realized it, how much she was near,
When she left me to go, far away from here,
The last meeting we had, I out of sheer fear,
Clasped her hard as I can; I had my dear one near.

And when the clouds moved and the stars were clear,
She got close to my ear, wiping a tear,
And said something that made my heart sear,
Just say "I love you", for you everything I bear.

Hope always keeps me running like a deer,
But away from her, darkness I see everywhere,
I ask those going to her, the clouds touch her hair,
And tell her, I love her the most, for her only I care.