Monday, February 16, 2009

From Inside

I was sitting in the class,
Watching the view across the glass
Felt like grabbing out a pen suddenly
To write this poem, coming out automatically.

I'm not well, well that is true
But who gives a thought to it, neither I nor you.
I am sitting here, shutting up my mouth,
Well, right now, this is something, I can't do anything about
Loads of bricks as if sitting over my chest
My lungs feeling like taking a life time rest.
But its not much, it will just soon be past.

May be its a preparation for days which will little more last
But as dawn always comes after the night,
I've to maintain my spirits in a state that is just right.
All I need to do is to patiently wait
As in due course of time, I will be out of this fate
Well, writing this poem gave a little relief
Physically though, well that's my belief.

Caz I can award it the second best
In helping me forget all the pains tat truly rest.
All that I am writing is what my body speaks
My mind is shut up and is in constant peace.
The moment this agony of my body goes away
I know I will, once again, sway and sway!

-Anonymous

6 comments:

Pankaj Verma said...

Awesomly Awesum :)

Anuj said...

Commendable Job!!!
I m presenting somewhat same sort of composition ....

Arnav enters the classroom,
sits down, doesn’t say anything.
He looks at everyone, everyone looks at him.
At first, there are a few giggles,
but Arnav only shrugs,
and eventually a deep silence falls
and everyone begins noticing the smallest sounds,
the planes zooming in
the corner of the room,
the nasal breathing of
one of the students.
Some are agitated.
When is he going to say something?
everyone squirms, checks watches.
A few students look out the window,
trying to be above it all.
This goes on for a good fifteen minutes,
before Arnav breaks in with a whisper.
‘What’s happening here?’ he asks.
And slowly a discussion begins —
as Arnav has wanted all along —
about the effect of
silence on human relations.
Why are we embarrassed by silence?
What comfort do we find in all the noise?

Ravi said...

Great poem, you should write more!

Anuj said...

contemplation assured :)

Tahseen Kibria said...

the poem (earlier one) seems really a picturesque screening of a student who loves to be in class...........ravi plz name dat boy or girl

Anonymous said...

wonderful poem ravi...