I love you MOM

i just had a fight with you mom
and i must say i am mad.
why do you not understand me mom,
why do you make me sad ?

you wake me up every morning mom,
muttering over my staying up late.
you shout at me as i ready for college mom
why do you bother about my state ?

you give me chores at home mom,
do you not know that i have a life ?
why dont you ever understand me mom
shall i never enjoy and always strife ?

you compare me with the guy next door mom
you say he is better and works hard
just let me be my way mom
dont treat me like an insane, a retard.

i just had a fight with you mom
and i know that you are feeling sad
why can i never understand you mom,
why do i have to make you mad ?

you wake me up every morning mom
after making my breakfast and tea
why cant i wake up by myself mom
why do u have to shout to make me reach college early ?

you take care of the whole house mom,
even ironing my clothes for me,
dont you ever want to enjoy mom ?
you dont have to serve me.

you compare me with the guy next door mom
saying he is hard working and better than me,
do i not see the hopes in your eyes
the hopes that you have for me ?

you are the strength of the whole house mom,
you are the fragrance of every room,
without you this house would just be walls,
and not what i could call home.

i am sorry i fought with you mom
and let in such a hurry,
as i look your starined face mom
i want to myself bury.

i just had a fight with you mom
while you dried your tears wih your apron,
forgive me for being so terrible mom
for i am your prodigal son.

Yumcet

EAMCET....EAMCET....EAMCET....
An exam for which i am not yet set,
it consists of questions one hundred and sixty,
eighty for maths, and forty-forty for physics and chemistry,
each question has options four,
youll be able to answer them iffff,
you are thorough with the subject to the core.

I now sit with a load of books..
each giving me empty looks.

confused i am where to start,
while mother feeds me juices and tart.

soon i begin to wonder, think and ponder........
what was i doing the last two years ?
why did i not give the subject my ears ?
my first year was fine,
my intermediate (10+2) books i did entwine,
and i passedtoo.....with a good percentage 92.
then came year number. 2,
which (i felt) was like a bout of flu ,
sick and tired of it i became,
and it left me weak and maim.

now i have nothing to do but get set,
and study for EAMCET................
so now i think i should end,
most of my time with my books i should spend.

So alwida, adieu, farewell;i hope i do well,
in EAMCET..........an exam for which i am not yet set.

Results Galore

I sit stiff as a rod
unable to sleep or nod,
staring at the computer screen
i am waiting for my result, i mean.

slow and unsteady the pages open
my hall ticket number into the box i pen
and press enter.........
and wait for that which could end my banter.

a bead of sweat i wipe from my face
and wait patiently and brace,
for the loading of the display
like water falling on clay.

and finally i see it alll crystal clear
and realise what i most fear.

as expected i have flunked
in the subject i had most bunked,
the rest i have passed but marginally
and this subject i failed by three marks only!!!!!

after an hour i recover
the score of my friends i discover,
they too have drowned like me,
in this pain i cannot even cry for mummy!!

i try to mask my face
and save my family the disgrace,
but the calls on the phone spill the beans
as my mother overhears as she cleans.

soon i am rounded
by the whole family, surrounded.
helpless i confess my guilt
and a fort of taunts upon me is built.

all rights and liberties
are denied to me and am grounded
even the social niceties are denied
and i am dumbfounded.

the next day offers respite
after a thoroughly retless night,
as i meet others.....
my friends, of the same feathers.

there is an unspoken grief
which keeps our talks brief,
while some are all too glad
and raving about their scores like mad.s

omeone suggests,"Apply for reevaluation"
while some say,"Prepare for supplementary examination"
while some dont even care
as they have passed fair and square.

all this amounts to one thing,
that i didnt work hard enuff,
this i realise as i take the sting
that this is really some stuff.

i nurse my wounded ego
saying that there is always next time,
and i shall have another go
at the subject i flunked, a great crime.

but till then i shalll strive
to make my dream come alive,
a dream to have a spotless degree
and it aint gonna come for free.

Firendship-An Irony

The air is thick with tension
calm and easy, my pretention
as mates from the class
around me read, and alas
i do nothing and still hope to pass.
I look around at these faces
and reminisce those days of fun and disgraces.
those early days of engineering
when my poetry had a form and meaning.
Those early days of the free bird flying
quite ironic to now, the old eagle dying.
those were the days, when i was new
to the grindings of life, and had grudges few,
Those were the days when i treated
every tom, dick, harry and sally, like a friend, uncheated.
but now i chuckle
as the load of all this has made me buckle.
Then i was in good awe
of my college, beautiul without a flaw.
everybody seemed nice, but the claw
of time has corroded that image and it does gnaw
at my heart, and my eyes pained with what i saw.
These ' friends ' of the yesteryear
were humans after all, i fear
while then i thought them to be near
their distance from me now is clear.
These boys and girls had after all their lives,
they weren't my husbands
nor were they my wives.
How could i expect them to treat me as i did,
these expectations sound like a fantasy of a kid.
Whom i thought was my best of buddies
turned out to be among the muddies
for he did secretly many a thing
of engineering importance and to me told nothing.
I would have benefitted from it too
but still, he did it discretely, and i had not a clue.
Still one, who did with me spend quite a time,
who with me did pretend to be mime
turned out to do still many things without me....
Oh !!! its like putting lime on injury.

And then when i was in shortage
of notes, i turned to my bondage
knowing quite well that they would offer help
but they surprised me and made me yelp.
For with one lousy reason and another
they turned me down without a bother,
' bad writing-absence from class-nonotes!!!', was all that they said
but these things didnt matter as my friends for me were dead.
I dont blame them for being selfish,
for they all have responsibilities of feeding their fish.
But i do have something to say,
think of me what they may.
i confess, i might be dumb,
and do nothing but suck my thumb.
I might not be rich or in trend
but still, i am your friend.
I extended to you my hand but you shrunk away
i still extend it anyway,
so that when you stumble or when you fall
my hand be there for you all.
to stand you straight, and shrug off the dust
my dear friend, i do it without greed or lust.
I cannot give you anything, i percieve
but atleast i dont lie or decieve.
Always remember, a friend in need
is a friend indeed.
never shy away from help,
never run away when you are needed,
for you never know when you may need,
and then you may not have anyone from your creed,
to help you out of your trouble
a friend afterall is like a bubble.
a tiny prick may make it pop
and make you a total flop.

This is just me..

For want of a large space,
to express myself,
i choose to blog my case,
to make it my shelf.

i write mostly mails,
of people, letters and fishy tales,
but people find it tedious,
reading long mails from someone studious.

thus i select this way,
people may read it or go away,
there is no force,
nor compulsion to read this course.