An excellent trainer,
And an outstanding player.
I hope you be the next PETER,
And many like me,
Explore such a cute teacher.
To describe you,
I have no word,
All I can say is,
You are superb.
Its hard to find species like you,
who in variety are few.
Without shouting at us,
You turned us down politely,
which further added grace,
To your personality.
I am not here to criticize,
But Sir,
You make us do a lot of exercize.
May be it is necessary for lazy people,
Who never perform it like sports people.
Your energy is tremendous,
And style fantabulous.
Your shots just speak,
"SMASH HIT, SMASH HIT,
SMASH HIT, SMASH HIT,
SMASH HIT, SMASH HIT".
The site is pretty enjoyable,
And memories,
At gsc are unforgetable.
Sir, you seem to me like the IRON MAN,
Who has x raised to n number of fans.
Your smile is as sweet as honey,
For which I can spend 1 crore money.
I wish I could play like YOU,
And be as handsome as u.
Your strictness prohibition policy,
Developed your image beema policy.
Now,
Only nostalgia memories are left,
Which are to be kept.
Nowadayz,
My mind gets saddened by the thought,
That there's no more gsc,
But junior sir's like you perfectly rockkkkkkkkkkkkk gsc.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Poem 8
I was standing in front of the crowd,
And was reading my poem being proud.
For I composed,
And within a few minutes,
It was decomposed.
Not by me,
But by all.
Read maximum of them,
Only to know they were criticized,
And I tried my best to empathize.
They blamed my ideas for they were pessimistic,
But I told them it was optimistic.
I said,"You being educated you realize,
But those nerds dont realize".
I tried my best to convince them,
But they were not at all convinced.
They were stubborn on their point,
I told them just chuck your points.
All of them,
Pounced on me,
And started verbally accusing me.
They threw their cards,
Which hit me very hard.
Gradually,
I started crying,
As they continued their showering.
At the end,
I was in tears,
For that I have no more fears.
Maybe I lost on the ground,
For its hard to convince such educated illiterates.
I had decided to discontinue writing poems,
But there was this smart female who advised me to continue with my poems.
"THEY DONT HAVE BRAINS,
THAT DOES NOT MEAN,
YOU SHOULD SACRIFICE YOUR CEATIVE BRAINS."
This is my true victory,
And so,
I decided to continue with my poetry.
And was reading my poem being proud.
For I composed,
And within a few minutes,
It was decomposed.
Not by me,
But by all.
Read maximum of them,
Only to know they were criticized,
And I tried my best to empathize.
They blamed my ideas for they were pessimistic,
But I told them it was optimistic.
I said,"You being educated you realize,
But those nerds dont realize".
I tried my best to convince them,
But they were not at all convinced.
They were stubborn on their point,
I told them just chuck your points.
All of them,
Pounced on me,
And started verbally accusing me.
They threw their cards,
Which hit me very hard.
Gradually,
I started crying,
As they continued their showering.
At the end,
I was in tears,
For that I have no more fears.
Maybe I lost on the ground,
For its hard to convince such educated illiterates.
I had decided to discontinue writing poems,
But there was this smart female who advised me to continue with my poems.
"THEY DONT HAVE BRAINS,
THAT DOES NOT MEAN,
YOU SHOULD SACRIFICE YOUR CEATIVE BRAINS."
This is my true victory,
And so,
I decided to continue with my poetry.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Poem 7
She enters the new dynasty of accounting,
And keeps continuing with her auditing.
Only to find accountial imbalance,
Which she tries best to balance.
Maintaining all personal accounts,
She forgets to maintain her own account.
Only to know the debts are endless,
About which she is totally clueless.
Then there's a "JOINT VENTURE" contract,
Wherein a new heritable partner is admitted,
And every year the final accounts are submitted.
Downline after 21years,
There's "VALUATION OF GOODWLL".
Where she is not at all appreciated,
But only depreciated.
Ledgering rules apply,
Same account,
Same side,
Opposite name,
And as always the other account is credited.
Mrs.CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT is then retired,
Where she is no more required.
After retirement,on 256th day,
The new heritable partner signs a "PROMISSORY NOTE".
Rejected by all,
Accepted by few,
Mrs.ACCOUNTANT looks for "RECTIFICATION OF ERRORS",
Though she is the ultimate bearer.
For no fault of her's,
She's always held irresponsible,
Though she's the most responsible.
Meanwhile,the two accounts,
Open a new account,
And gradually after 2 years they get separated,
So as never to be operated.
Recollecting all this,
Mrs.ACCOUNTANT has fears,
And along with it loads of tears,
Now nothing is left except nostalgia memories,
And just can be briefed in short summaries.
Then there's a disaster,
Loss suffered by the co-venturer is not bearable,
And hence he is irrecoverable.
Suffering a massive attack he passess away,
With a promise never to return again.
Then there's much more for the "CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT".
As Mrs.ACCOUTANT approaches the two personal account for help,
One of them says,"I dont want any liability here!"
The other said,"I'll convince her!"
They shoo her away,
As now, there's a beggar their way.
Lying in the Municipal Hospital in the comma ward,
There's no one around,
Except the doctor and the nurse to surround,
There's this diary in her shelf,
where she has laid herself.
Note:"THE WORLD WORKS AS PER THE SINGLE ENTRY SYSTEM,
AND NOT THE DOUBLE ENTRY SYSTEM,
SO DONT COMMIT THE SAME MISTAKE WAT I DID".
Tears are rolling down my cheeks,
I dont know how to end this....................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And keeps continuing with her auditing.
Only to find accountial imbalance,
Which she tries best to balance.
Maintaining all personal accounts,
She forgets to maintain her own account.
Only to know the debts are endless,
About which she is totally clueless.
Then there's a "JOINT VENTURE" contract,
Wherein a new heritable partner is admitted,
And every year the final accounts are submitted.
Downline after 21years,
There's "VALUATION OF GOODWLL".
Where she is not at all appreciated,
But only depreciated.
Ledgering rules apply,
Same account,
Same side,
Opposite name,
And as always the other account is credited.
Mrs.CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT is then retired,
Where she is no more required.
After retirement,on 256th day,
The new heritable partner signs a "PROMISSORY NOTE".
Rejected by all,
Accepted by few,
Mrs.ACCOUNTANT looks for "RECTIFICATION OF ERRORS",
Though she is the ultimate bearer.
For no fault of her's,
She's always held irresponsible,
Though she's the most responsible.
Meanwhile,the two accounts,
Open a new account,
And gradually after 2 years they get separated,
So as never to be operated.
Recollecting all this,
Mrs.ACCOUNTANT has fears,
And along with it loads of tears,
Now nothing is left except nostalgia memories,
And just can be briefed in short summaries.
Then there's a disaster,
Loss suffered by the co-venturer is not bearable,
And hence he is irrecoverable.
Suffering a massive attack he passess away,
With a promise never to return again.
Then there's much more for the "CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT".
As Mrs.ACCOUTANT approaches the two personal account for help,
One of them says,"I dont want any liability here!"
The other said,"I'll convince her!"
They shoo her away,
As now, there's a beggar their way.
Lying in the Municipal Hospital in the comma ward,
There's no one around,
Except the doctor and the nurse to surround,
There's this diary in her shelf,
where she has laid herself.
Note:"THE WORLD WORKS AS PER THE SINGLE ENTRY SYSTEM,
AND NOT THE DOUBLE ENTRY SYSTEM,
SO DONT COMMIT THE SAME MISTAKE WAT I DID".
Tears are rolling down my cheeks,
I dont know how to end this....................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Poem 6
Dowry is an evil system,
And a bane to the Indian system.
Women are authorized,
And purely traumatised.
Beaten Up,Tortured Up,
For their parents brought them up.
For they have to be completely besides,
Then forced to commit suicide.
Thinking of the outer world,
They become a victim of the inner world.
Though deprived of every facility,
They continue being in the vicinity.
They shake so violently,
That they retire permanently.
It is existing since centuries,
So challenge yourself that you will stop such tragedies.
For the sake of humanity,
Stop doing such insanity.
You'll be held responsible,
In the case of exhortion.
And will be under observation.
Only to know how it feels,
As you spill the beans.
Doing all this,I feel,
Your are not brave,
But surely a coward,
And hence I forward.
To be away from this devil,
Come and fight this social evill!!!
And a bane to the Indian system.
Women are authorized,
And purely traumatised.
Beaten Up,Tortured Up,
For their parents brought them up.
For they have to be completely besides,
Then forced to commit suicide.
Thinking of the outer world,
They become a victim of the inner world.
Though deprived of every facility,
They continue being in the vicinity.
They shake so violently,
That they retire permanently.
It is existing since centuries,
So challenge yourself that you will stop such tragedies.
For the sake of humanity,
Stop doing such insanity.
You'll be held responsible,
In the case of exhortion.
And will be under observation.
Only to know how it feels,
As you spill the beans.
Doing all this,I feel,
Your are not brave,
But surely a coward,
And hence I forward.
To be away from this devil,
Come and fight this social evill!!!
Poem 5
I compose for few,
But this one's for you.
As a BADMINTON player,
You were the best,
I dont know anything about the rest.
Your black yonex jersey,
Made you look super-sexy.
Your mature face,
Was difficult to trace.
Your cute innocent smile,
Could make anyone run a mile.
In the court,
You threw the shuttle with rigour,
Only to know it was returned without any vigour.
The small kids were atleast countable,
But your patience was surmountable.
From controlling the naughty kids,
To the wagging tongue of girls,
You executed it all very well.
Without missing any day,
You continued serving us till today.
We learnt a lot from you this time,
And wish to continue next time.
New things were learnt,
And mistakes were burnt.
Your B-Activity was fanatic,
And style fantastic.
I forgot to include,
Sir, just let me know your name,
So that your identity wont be lame.
And now I would like to conclude,
I think no factor was deprived,
And may be you enjoyed.
I just know you professionally,
And this was composed eventually.
Thanks for continuing,
I hope it was worth reading!!!
But this one's for you.
As a BADMINTON player,
You were the best,
I dont know anything about the rest.
Your black yonex jersey,
Made you look super-sexy.
Your mature face,
Was difficult to trace.
Your cute innocent smile,
Could make anyone run a mile.
In the court,
You threw the shuttle with rigour,
Only to know it was returned without any vigour.
The small kids were atleast countable,
But your patience was surmountable.
From controlling the naughty kids,
To the wagging tongue of girls,
You executed it all very well.
Without missing any day,
You continued serving us till today.
We learnt a lot from you this time,
And wish to continue next time.
New things were learnt,
And mistakes were burnt.
Your B-Activity was fanatic,
And style fantastic.
I forgot to include,
Sir, just let me know your name,
So that your identity wont be lame.
And now I would like to conclude,
I think no factor was deprived,
And may be you enjoyed.
I just know you professionally,
And this was composed eventually.
Thanks for continuing,
I hope it was worth reading!!!
Friday, April 2, 2010
Poem 4
I have never experienced,
But for people who have best experienced,
It is an intense feeling,
Where everybody is seen giving.
Losing oneself completely,
You serve this relation thoroughly.
Though hurt many a times,
You will try your best so as this relation survives.
For those who always bend,
Your partner will make this a trend.
Dont ever consider you are weak,
Just think your partner is really sick.
Your understanding,
Has made this relation standing.
Dont shed your precious tears,
For he/she does not have any fear.
Dont feel depressed,
Rather be refreshed.
That you have the power,
To tackle his/her shower.
They should be ashamed,
Because of them you are defamed.
So,when there is any mental crisis,
Be cathartic,
And let them know how you feel pathetic,
If they understand,
They will empathize,
Or wont ever organize.
So,"BEWARE" of such killers,
Before you are killed,
Only to know,
For them you were just a "PREPAID BILL".
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Poem 3:
He is "PAI".
Vhai!!! Vhai!!!
His maggie noodles and mullah look,
Was the first thing that I ever looked.
His cute black spectacles,
Would tackle all obstacles.
He is a perfect meat,
And you can relish,
His friendship.
Has bindaas attitude,
And loads of gratitude.
For people who have helped,
You can maintain this wealth.
He's an Indian,
And then,a pure South Indian.
Representing GSB'S,
He has made proud amchi's!!!
He is no cheater,
But a prudent leader.
He can reckon,
And ask you to beckon.
He is so cool,
You'll be a fool.
Fair by complexion,
Has total perfection.
He is my star,
And can put many afar.
A fan of abhishek,
Rather a duplicate.
Covering every territory,
He has a huge photo gallery.
He has a vision,
He has a goal,
which includes us "OLL".
A khadi clad man,
Possessing,
Wit that of BIRBAL,
Humour that of CHARLIE,
Writing that of SHAKESPEARE,
Qualities that of NARENDRA,
He is the "DEV OF INDRA'S",
And hence,"DEVENDRA".
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