A Place to Be

Introduction: This poem was written in about ten minutes, so please dont mind some of those stupid sentences that I've used. The poem is an 'ode' to a place where I get ultimate comfort and relaxation!

"I wake up from sleep and go to that place,
Neither to read nor to see my face.
But to relax for a few minutes,
And to solve problems of numbers and digits.

It’s a place where my imagination thrives,
and I can have a hundred wives!
I may even possess some dangerous knives,
And with those I claim a thousand lives!

The place where I make beautiful compositions,
‘Tis also the place where I do meditation.
It’s a place where my mind works best,
And in silence and peace, I can quietly rest.

It’s the place where I fulfil my dreams,
About that place I boasted a lot, it seems!
Yet that’s where the world is explored by me,
My TOILET indeed is a place to be!"

Oh Cupid! That was Stupid!

Introduction: You often wish to do things, the result of which, doesn't matter to you. Good or bad, the result means nothing to you. It just helps you in knowing how things are and how they work out...ultimately the experience, inspires you to write! So there's creativity in every destruction...

"End of a two month’s wait and I was off to date.
Date a girl who’s hot, perhaps the sexiest in our lot!

The day was fine, the sun in full shine.
I signalled to her at four in the noon,
With a friend of hers, she approached very soon.
Seeing her come close, I got terribly scared,
To look into her eyes, I hardly dared!
My heart was beating at an alarming rate,
But being an impatient brat, I couldn’t wait.
I began the conversation with an stupid line,
Knowing she would laugh at the idiocy of mine.
I then expressed my feelings, of love,
By dispassionately proposing to her.
Off came her reply with such spontaneity,
as if against love she had some special immunity!
Apologies were made before she could get angry with me,
For being so damn silly!

A non-affirmitive reply, yet a moment of fun,
Hope this experience helps me in the long run.
Being an impressive flirt, that’s my aim.
Beautiful girls should faint on hearing my name!"

Sleeper Class

Introduction: In XI std, I had been the undisputed champion of classroom sleeping! I slept for almost two hours each for three consecutive days! Then finally, on the fourth day, I decided not to sleep and do something creative, and this silly poem is what I wrote!

"At a place where no teacher can peep,
I sleep, I sleep, I sleep

My sleep is more profound,
When the Physics teacher’s around
Her style of speaking hurts my ears,
And my sleep is prolonged for a few more years!
My eyes get closed, my mind starts functioning,
‘A bird, an animal’, this is what I’m imagining
A world of my own is made in my sleep,
At a place where no teacher can peep,
I sleep, I sleep, I sleep!"