Vanya, O my dear Vanya,
A veritable dame,
Cute as the Lucy of Narnia
For fun shes always game.
A cute round face, she possess
An unimaginable cute smile,
Has amazing ponytail tresses,
A glitter always in her eye.
A fun loving cheerful girl, she is,
Of death she cannot hear,
Land of optimisms queen she is,
With her, you can't shed a tear!
In her company, the hours do,
seem to pass and float away.
Her talks are wise, full of life
And parting gives us inner strife.
Believe not what you see, you'll be surprised,
You'll wonder as everyone does,
How can so much fit in so much less,
It unanswerable even by the wise.
No need to ponder, the question which,
Even God may not know why,
A girl independent of any glitch,
She is made just right!!
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Verses for Vanya.
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Sunday, September 13, 2009
Alone in terror...
As I sit here,
Among the greeny boughs,
A silent glade,
Flitting in memories of silent bows.
It was a better time then,
Life a rosy dream,
I had a true friend,
Into oblivion it has been preened.
Had a great time, we did.
Inseparable, yes we were,
But the one time we separated,
She was taken away forever.
Some men were very angry,
Wanted to blow up something, they did.
And when they made their theory,
A mass strike was what they planned.
26/11 was a woeful day,
A Wednesday, hectic as usual.
It seemed normal just like everyday,
But the evening was very fateful.
Gunfire! Bloodshed!
Madness all around!
10 people stopped all of Mumbai,
As a billion could never do.
And in the firing, madness, riot,
A bullet left a gun,
Pierced a heart, a very beautiful one,
And among our pair I was left alone.
Never to hear her laughter again,
Never to see her smile.
Her amazing eyes are eternally closed,
And her heart is frozen and cold.
O why, O why, is God selfish,
And why does he untimely call,
The beautiful ones, who make this
Earth worth living, O why do they fall!
Take us away, the commoners,
The selfish ones, why do we stay,
While those who make,
It a wonderful place, are never gay.
Doom now comes upon all of us,
The dream a ghoulish haze.
All around me all I see are walls,
Without her, how will I get out this maze?
A many-headed monster,
A torture with no end,
Terrorism, O please stop it!
Or our world will be fully rend.
Now her ghost comes to me again,
Now I must quit you,
For among these glades I hope to gain,
Eternal peace, too good to be true.
End

Alone in terror... by Khushman "SkkARd" Patel is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.5 India License.
Among the greeny boughs,
A silent glade,
Flitting in memories of silent bows.
It was a better time then,
Life a rosy dream,
I had a true friend,
Into oblivion it has been preened.
Had a great time, we did.
Inseparable, yes we were,
But the one time we separated,
She was taken away forever.
Some men were very angry,
Wanted to blow up something, they did.
And when they made their theory,
A mass strike was what they planned.
26/11 was a woeful day,
A Wednesday, hectic as usual.
It seemed normal just like everyday,
But the evening was very fateful.
Gunfire! Bloodshed!
Madness all around!
10 people stopped all of Mumbai,
As a billion could never do.
And in the firing, madness, riot,
A bullet left a gun,
Pierced a heart, a very beautiful one,
And among our pair I was left alone.
Never to hear her laughter again,
Never to see her smile.
Her amazing eyes are eternally closed,
And her heart is frozen and cold.
O why, O why, is God selfish,
And why does he untimely call,
The beautiful ones, who make this
Earth worth living, O why do they fall!
Take us away, the commoners,
The selfish ones, why do we stay,
While those who make,
It a wonderful place, are never gay.
Doom now comes upon all of us,
The dream a ghoulish haze.
All around me all I see are walls,
Without her, how will I get out this maze?
A many-headed monster,
A torture with no end,
Terrorism, O please stop it!
Or our world will be fully rend.
Now her ghost comes to me again,
Now I must quit you,
For among these glades I hope to gain,
Eternal peace, too good to be true.
End

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Sunday, March 1, 2009
Fwd: Boards!
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Khushman Patel <khushman1@gmail.com>
Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2009 19:13:46 -0400
Subject: Boards!
To: khushman1.poet@blogspot.com
Boards! Boards! Here they come,
Uniting us to books like gum,
Making us burn the midnight oil,
Recalling back our long-forgotten toil.
Study! Study! Study all day,
No time to simply lay on hay,
But here's a poem that'll make you smile,
And help you go that extra mile.
So now I bid adieu my dear friend,
For even I must keep up with the trend,
And wade into the booky muck,
But before I go, BEST OF LUCK!!
From: Khushman Patel <khushman1@gmail.com>
Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2009 19:13:46 -0400
Subject: Boards!
To: khushman1.poet@blogspot.com
Boards! Boards! Here they come,
Uniting us to books like gum,
Making us burn the midnight oil,
Recalling back our long-forgotten toil.
Study! Study! Study all day,
No time to simply lay on hay,
But here's a poem that'll make you smile,
And help you go that extra mile.
So now I bid adieu my dear friend,
For even I must keep up with the trend,
And wade into the booky muck,
But before I go, BEST OF LUCK!!
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
Cancer!
My favourite uncle has cancer!! :-(. And incurable. Last stage. I'm really sad because he was quite a role model to me. I guess it will stir to even more poetic heights! Please pray for him any1 if you read this. Yes, an atheist says this!
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Wednesday, February 18, 2009
BetraYed
"Betrayed"
Now I am all alone,
Like a dog without a bone,
Missing you,
No heart to call home.
The void you left,
Grows so far large,
Never can I hope to fill it,
For who can take your place in my heart?
You had said you loved me,
And would be with me forever,
Yet you left me,
When I needed you the most...
We were so close,
No matter how far,
I always trusted who you were,
And nothing else would have mattered..
But now I see a bit clearly,
For the haze is starting to lift,
And not even a hug or a kiss,
Was that letter your last gift?
Shapes fade into view,
And an endless tunnel beckons,
The maelstrom soothes my heart,
And pieces of me don't seem to fit.
I had thought you were special,
And would have pulled out stars from the skies,
But all you had were lies,
And you're etched onto my heart,
Where alone and unimportant I wither and die.......
Now I am all alone,
Like a dog without a bone,
Missing you,
No heart to call home.
The void you left,
Grows so far large,
Never can I hope to fill it,
For who can take your place in my heart?
You had said you loved me,
And would be with me forever,
Yet you left me,
When I needed you the most...
We were so close,
No matter how far,
I always trusted who you were,
And nothing else would have mattered..
But now I see a bit clearly,
For the haze is starting to lift,
And not even a hug or a kiss,
Was that letter your last gift?
Shapes fade into view,
And an endless tunnel beckons,
The maelstrom soothes my heart,
And pieces of me don't seem to fit.
I had thought you were special,
And would have pulled out stars from the skies,
But all you had were lies,
And you're etched onto my heart,
Where alone and unimportant I wither and die.......
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Loneliness
The first verse has been taken from 'Forsaken'
Here I sit all alone,
Like a forsaken without a home,
Lost in the labyrinth of life.
And lies and hate I used to hope,
Hope for some new fortitude,
But all I seek now is soltitude.
Lost have I my faith,
For lies are all it has shown,
And an atheist now I pray,
for deliverance from bodily bondage.
Longed have I for some joy,
And not too much to hope, some peace.
But dashed to pieces that desire
Has been, like the inner fire.
Trust some do,
Deceived they are,
Love some do,
Fooled they are,
Lost are lovers,
Stuck in the web of bondage.
To each his own!
The only motto that works,
For compassion and friendship are lost,
And like a few drops-
Can never be found in this ocean of selfishness!
Oh the worthless living!
Feelings ruthlessly killed,
The dull day giving way to eternal dark,
And the light-seekers are extinguished...
Come take us now death!
For noone cares for farewells,
And all alone I depart.......
Here I sit all alone,
Like a forsaken without a home,
Lost in the labyrinth of life.
And lies and hate I used to hope,
Hope for some new fortitude,
But all I seek now is soltitude.
Lost have I my faith,
For lies are all it has shown,
And an atheist now I pray,
for deliverance from bodily bondage.
Longed have I for some joy,
And not too much to hope, some peace.
But dashed to pieces that desire
Has been, like the inner fire.
Trust some do,
Deceived they are,
Love some do,
Fooled they are,
Lost are lovers,
Stuck in the web of bondage.
To each his own!
The only motto that works,
For compassion and friendship are lost,
And like a few drops-
Can never be found in this ocean of selfishness!
Oh the worthless living!
Feelings ruthlessly killed,
The dull day giving way to eternal dark,
And the light-seekers are extinguished...
Come take us now death!
For noone cares for farewells,
And all alone I depart.......
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My valentine's day poem.
Life cannot imagined without you,
You are the most beautiful that is true,
Even though you're a million miles away,
In my thoughts right next to me you stay.
And on this day, a lover's shrine,
For the very first time,
I, truly yours, asks to thine,
And any answer you give shall be fine,
O [name], will you be my valentine?
You are the most beautiful that is true,
Even though you're a million miles away,
In my thoughts right next to me you stay.
And on this day, a lover's shrine,
For the very first time,
I, truly yours, asks to thine,
And any answer you give shall be fine,
O [name], will you be my valentine?
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