One Night @ Hospital (A dream date come true)

Well originally this is a poem on a real event. However, i never thot of writing on this untill sukalyan gave me the same totally same theme as his dream date. Then i did realise the time i spent is actually a dream for loads... and was for me as well, untill luck made me live it. Hmm... at start i wanted to write a neutral one so that i may include everything as per sukis description, however after wasting almost 12 sheets of paper i started to write the real events. The feelings were just not their... the words did rhyme in all attepts but the read was empty....... no inner feelings. This one, the real one looked expressive and so is here.......


Kindly read and comment...... waiting for everyones comments:-

One night @ Hospital

[A Dream Date Come True]

One night when it rained,

Memories of which are quite unstained.

I can’t forget one moment of it.

A dream date, I must admit.

That night in a city newly established,

Population was sparse and people just vanished.

But this cute classmate was stuck,

Tending a sick friend, I know that did suck.

Somehow, I was forced into joining her,

Reluctantly I sat waiting for the dawn to appear.

Of all the things, my sleep was more important.

Hell! My dream girl shall be waiting by her tracking camp tent.

I never knew nor dreamt of this night to turn in a legend,

Where; I may go on to live a dream from start to end.

I sat their skulking inside,

With a fake smile plastered outside.

Hours passed away sitting in a boring room,

My cute classmate was shy as if I am her newly wed Groom.

That silence was giving me a boring death,

But her wish for coffee, brought new life on barren earth.

It was very late at night,

As both of us passed rooms, very quiet.

Hospital canteen was our stop,

But the sitting room had a lock.

Purchasing coffee we wandered to the lawn,

Sitting on grass, I noticed we are lone.

A deep breath, and I realized,

The beauty of night that left me enticed.

Smelling the wet mud in fresh air,

A cool breeze now and then, playing with my hair.

Raising my chin, I noticed the dark sky,

Dimly lit, by stars and moon, as black clouds fly.

Was it the beauty of night,

Or charm of breeze or moon light.

I don’t know, but both of us were now talking,

And where it may lead, none of us seemed to be caring.

I looked at her now and then,

Avoiding, a complete stare stance.

Ah! She was so pretty,

And nature seemed to compliment her beauty.

My eyes got frozen at the show,

Put up by dancing locks as breeze passes above, slow.

Bright eyes complimented those dark manes,

Like a night sky with two moons, arranged in a single plane.

I wanted to sit and watch her for eternity,

Wondering, is it just her or the magic of night’s beauty.

Last sip and coffee finished,

Staying out of that wretched room was my only wish.

Somehow God seemed to be listening,

And she asked if we can do some walking.

The sky was already drizzling lightly,

Cupids shedding love scents, seemed likely.

Getting attracted more and more,

I lost track of time chore.

Admiring her moves as she walk and speak,

I missed a pothole that gave a sudden tweak.

Balancing my staggering,

I found us in a clearing.

Closed shops all around,

Both of us drenched as heavy rain drops pelted the ground.

That is when I realized,

She was equally enticed.

As both of us were dripping wet,

And have walked for 2.5 Km. net.

Crap!!!!!!!

Well, see guys before you read whatever is written below... i just wanna tell you its alll crap..... i dunn even remember when i wrote it.... trust me my hindi sucks....... and i always thot i can never write poetry in hindi... i dunn even remember when i wrote all this crap in hindi[:(]

just flitter through it.... and read.......if u want to..... trust me.... i take no liabilities for anything... whatever u may feel about me or anything after reading it....... but i wud like to see u laughing when u r done with it........

these are all basically 4 liners.


maybe i think i wrote them in school days..... way back when i was grieving my first crush[:p]

here it all begins:-

jab soch raha tha yunhi,
ki einstien ko peeche chodunga,
to khayal aya,
ki ek bechare seb (apple) ko kab tak ragdunga.

200 saal ho gaye seb ko,
arey ab to bari aane to bel patthar ki....
kisi na kisi ka sar to phodunga........

ohh i found another piece of paper full of crap.......


but i think some of u may like[:p]



here it goes... and even if u dunn like it..... dare not laugh[:x]

1) ek aarzoo thi tere sang ghar basane ki,
ek aarzoo thi tujh par jaan lutane ki.

tumhare liye accha hai ki khuda meri sunta hi nai,
kyunki ek aarzoo haio aaj tujhe jinda jalane ki[:p]





2) tasveer se teri mohhabat jitni kari,
utni agar khuda se karta,
to deedar to vo bi deta.....

teri jagah agar kutte ko pyaar karta....
to vafadari to vo bi karta[:p]

ok done wid this

utter crap!!!

ok lets do with these quick and fast........


posting all the crap ones here:-

1) ek khata ki itti badi saja jayaaz nai,
dil dukha tha agar aapka,
to badle mein dil jalana, zayaj nai....





2) fir vo pagalpan ke lamhe yaad karta hun,
fir teri muskurahat yaad karta hun,
chaha tha tujhe kabhi ,
is bevkoofi ke liye khud ko tujhse jyada galiya deta hun....




3) gujre lamho par lamhe muskurate hai,
bichde suro se dil ke taar jud jaate hai,
mohhabat to sab karte hai,
par prabhu, beda par kisi kisi ka lagate hai.........




4) humare liye ruthna unka nazayaj tha,
manana humara nakamyab tha,
unke liye aansu humare nazayaj the,
isliye pouchna kaam unka na tha.....




5) aaankho pe teri aaj bi marta hun,
na jaane kyu ab bi tujhse hi pyaar karta hun,
ladkiya to bahut hai...
na jaane kyu fir bi tera hi intezaar karta hun....

ok enough......


got done with crap.......

Crap again!!!

[:x][:x]


laugh and i break all your teeths[:x]


ok here goes crap:-

maidan mein khade the seena tan ke hum,
samne fauj bi hoti to na jhukte hum,

magar jab samna hua to aye vo.....
akkar is kadar muskuraye vo......

dil pe humare aisa ghav hua,
bechara, seedha premgati ko prapt hua[:(]

moron........... cant u see i aint enjoying it one bit[:x]

dunn u laugh[:x]

[:(][:(]

jidd hai unki ki humara chehra na dekhenge kabhi,
aur yeh zid hai humari,
ki yehi surat basegi dil mein unke kabhi,......[:(]

dare any of u laugh[:x]

trust me guys...... i so dunn wanna post any of them[:(]


these things suck[:(]


though most of them are written for my friend .... but they suck[:(]

Ajj fir yaad se aankhe nam hai,
tasveer se jhank rahe is chehre ke karan,
aaj fir laut aya vahi gam hai.

i knew these things suck[:(]

Just a Rhyme!!! (No reason, no logic)

Here i go again,
flirting with words in vain.
I have no topic to write on,
tired today as i am awake since dawn.

After reading this people will think i write all crap,
trust me this isn't any hidden trap.
This one should be without logic,
its neither love theme, nor tragic.

Look, don't you dare make faces,
I write for hobby, not for races.
If you wanna read then go on,
and if you don't then shut it and call me a moron.

I don't give a fuck,
I know this poem does suck.
I ain't sorry to anyone.
may you burn with rage like sun.

Oh! enough of talking done,
now, leave me alone you buffoon.
I am talking to my diary,
and in my life its role is advisory.

Hmmm, I am out of theme,
just scribbling, without any flavors and creme.
Maybe I like it this way,
and i pissed my readers today.

Ok dear diary, I need to go,
people wont ever leave us alone.
We shall discuss sense next time,
however, this one shall stay as a meaningless rhyme.

Slave Androcles and the Lion!!!!!

This one is written on an excellent theme provided by my friend Jigna to me. I am really thankful to her, for considering me worth writing on such a wonderful topic. However, i am sorry for i could not produce something that was really good and you should have fallen in love with. This is what i could write, even after i had wasted like 13 to 14 pages. kindly write your comments and I am, really sorry. this is the best i could think of.

Oh!!! my dear Jigna, this is my last attempt,

Let’s see if this time, it can tempt.

Here I shall remind of an old story,

Of a slave Androcles’s glory.

Centuries back when slavery prevailed,

There was a ruthless Emperor whom Androcales hailed.

Mistreatment and punishments he received daily,

Tired of which Androcles decided to abandon his master, permanently.

On his run, he trespassed the jungle,

Whose king punished, trespassing humans on principal.

Wishing for luck Androcles moved forward.

And found jungle king (lion) lying injured.

Pleased of his luck, Androcles moved ahead,

But something kept prickling his heart and head.

An arrow struck the lion’s paw,

His hunter is destined to find him and release death from his bow.

But if he return to help the lion,

He is doomed to die without any scion.

Androcles’s mind was in conflict,

And he couldn’t find a way out of it.

A painful roar, from the injured beast,

And Androcles couldn’t resist.

He went back to the beast,

Pulled the arrow and bandaged its feet.

Soon the king of the jungle stood,

His stature rose higher than Androcles’s hood.

Fear gripped and his body started to shiver,

But lion bowed and walked of his hither.

Androcles moved and found himself a cave,

Emperor’s men were still look for absconding slave.

Weeks later he was caught and summoned,

Sentenced to exemplary death as Emperor planned.

Androcles was thrown in cage of a starving lion,

Public watched as hungry beast charged on its luncheon.

People gawped and were left awe struck,

As all the hungry beast did was, lick.

Androcles patted the lion licking his hand,

Astonished emperor asked for Androcles to be in his stand.

Inquired Androcles of the story since he did flee,

After listening which, both Androcles and lion were set free.

This was one of Aesop’s fable,

Told to children, for feeding moral.

I could not find a better way,

To present selfless help with a poetic say.

Looking at the world today,

Where, just selfish people stay.

Help others, they do,

But only, if personnel gains are available too.

A little act of helping the needy,

Without any signs of being greedy,

Can change the life of person in need,

And you may not know,

as heavens count in your account, one good deed.

Front page of my Notebook.

This got written by itself. Today I was in IMS class waiting for the teacher, as it wasn’t a scheduled class, and thus the teacher was late. Hence while waiting for the idiot I wrote this. This I wrote on the first page of my notebook and… when I read it later, I was shocked to see it did made some sense. Posting it exactly as it got written in the first time.... totally without any modifications...... and trust me guys.... i wrote this one.... totally absent mindedly.

Don’t turn the pages,

Behave like sages.

This notebook isn’t yours.

Be firm on manners as it lures.

Theirs nothing for you in it,

But how can one bet on it???

Now you so want to open it,

But it’s not yours, do not forget that, git.

Remember the etiquate:-

“Don’t open others notebook at any rate”

Oh!!! I know I misspelled etiquette,

So what? No one can spell everything correct.

Now you are pissing me off,

Stay away, this book ain’t yours.

I write whole lot of shit,

Trust me this notebook is full of it.

Open the stinking pages,

And you’ll be washing yourself for ages.

Fine you won’t understand, it’s not that simple,

As its all about discipline and principal.