Creative Nonsense
I know I am no poet,
I dont even know, what the heck is a Sonnet!
I thought I would write something philosophical,
But then I realised something magical:
My capability of thought - minimal,
Prevents me from writing anything sensible.
So, O buddies, forgive my incompetence
You have no choice but to suffer this nonsense.
This poem got no rhyme, no reason,
Tan-Tanaa-Tan, Tan-Tanaa-Tan.
You would be wondering, which will be the first meaningful line,
O, don't worry, this poem is written just to waste your time.
Last night, I had a dream so grand,
I dreamt, I was Spiderman.
Based in India, I was so ineffective,
Without any buildings to swing, I was growing restive;
My suit was too sweaty, too tight,
Mary Jane had left me after a bitter fight;
My load had increased during recession
As people were robbing more due to depression.
I was hardly popular, felt like a ghost,
My blog had only 3-4 comments per post.
Then Danny Boyle made "Slumdog Spiderman",
And I was the toast of Oscars, China & Japan.
U see, Even in my dreams any meaning, I don't bind,
Incoherent Ramblings of a Confused Mind.
Till Next Time
Sarath
P.S. This piece of crap is the result of my active brainstorming during a 1.5 hour lecture sitting in the first bench..
I dont even know, what the heck is a Sonnet!
I thought I would write something philosophical,
But then I realised something magical:
My capability of thought - minimal,
Prevents me from writing anything sensible.
So, O buddies, forgive my incompetence
You have no choice but to suffer this nonsense.
This poem got no rhyme, no reason,
Tan-Tanaa-Tan, Tan-Tanaa-Tan.
You would be wondering, which will be the first meaningful line,
O, don't worry, this poem is written just to waste your time.
Last night, I had a dream so grand,
I dreamt, I was Spiderman.
Based in India, I was so ineffective,
Without any buildings to swing, I was growing restive;
My suit was too sweaty, too tight,
Mary Jane had left me after a bitter fight;
My load had increased during recession
As people were robbing more due to depression.
I was hardly popular, felt like a ghost,
My blog had only 3-4 comments per post.
Then Danny Boyle made "Slumdog Spiderman",
And I was the toast of Oscars, China & Japan.
U see, Even in my dreams any meaning, I don't bind,
Incoherent Ramblings of a Confused Mind.
Till Next Time
Sarath
P.S. This piece of crap is the result of my active brainstorming during a 1.5 hour lecture sitting in the first bench..