Race Horses

I compare you to an Arabian steed,

Trying, always, to be in the lead

Your eyes are patched, preventing peripheral sight,

You gallop ahead, challenging the speed of light.

You gallop ahead for that’s all you’ve been taught,

Ever since the day you began your trot.

A bridle has been strapped upon your face,

To curb your movement and your pace

You sense a whip in your rider’s hand,

Egging you on towards the victory stand

Winning this race is your only aim,

It is your life’s ultimate game.

At last you win and your heart rejoices,

Surrounding you are complimenting voices.

You are glad it’s over, you feel complacent,

You rest, hoping tomorrow will be pleasant.

But next day you are brought into the field, once again,

Before you even recovered from yesterday’s strain

A new bridle, a new rider, and the same old whip,

The reins have you under their sinister grip.

The whip cracks and you gallop ahead once more,

Though this race doesn’t seem worth running for

But you are stripped of a choice and there is only one way,

To race ahead, and to do the same on every single day

A new bridle, a new rider, a new race in which to fight,

A new syllabus, a new teacher, a new exam to write

My Precious

The Sun was rising on that Monday morning,

As the clock struck six, I woke up yawning.

Things couldn’t have been any more normal,

As I set out for school, dressed in a formal.

As I reached the class, I found it abuzz,

All my friends excited, I thought, “What’s the fuss”.

“There’s a new girl over there”, someone said.

Naturally curious, I turned my head.

My eyes met another beautiful pair,

So mesmerizing, that they forced me to stare.

In the next very instant I saw her face,

And the world disappeared without a trace.

She was the only one visible to me,

And I felt this is where I was meant to be.

For a wonderful moment, I was rendered speechless,

All my fears and tensions seemed baseless.

Gravity was no longer binding me on earth,

It was her, the source of all my mirth.

Then I saw her smile, like a starlight gleam,

It was just too beautiful to be a dream.

With that perfect and beautiful image,

Angles for me were no longer a mirage.

I looked around and found everything glowing,

All sounds were pleasant as if a brook was flowing

Suddenly the world was clear and bright,

As if touched by Sun’s purest light.

And there she sat smiling and glad

It was the best of days I ever had.

Friendship 2012

Friendship these days is not among mates,

But among “Likes” and “Status Updates”.

Your friendship needs to be so expressed,

That anyone who sees it is perplexed.

Show off your slams and autographs,

Upload your friendship as photographs.

Lets see who gets the most comments,

And let that be your friendship’s best of moments.

Forget about talking, it doesn’t make any sense.

Facebook is friendship’s real essence.

When you feel happy, don’t simply smile,

Add lots of “:)” for that’s the new style.

If you cry when you’re sad, you are being a fool,

Just post a “:(“ ‘coz that’s uber-cool.

Laughing, right now is a really old fashion,

“LOL!” seems to have much more passion.

If you miss a friend, talking isn’t the real way to show

Post it on their wall, let the whole world know.

Spill out as much of cheese as you can,

And you’ll be adopted into F.B’s clan.

Don’t talk to your neighbors, are you insane?

Go make some friends in Paris or Spain.

Why waste time going to a friend’s house,

When they are available at the click of a mouse?

Why call your friends when SMS is easy?

It’s fab, it’s cool and so is it sleazy.

This, my “friends”, is friendship’s new style.

Oops, gotta go check my F.B profile.