I really do not see why i must be wanting to write poems. i know i am not really good at it and have to force myself to write one. But still i want to write poems effortlessly like a couple of them do in my class. I wonder why. Because there are many things i cannot do which a lot of them in my class do so effortlessly and amazingly. Like i cannot play any instrument. There are a couple of guys who play amazingly. I cannot write properly. But, we have amazing writers in my class. One has even got her book published. (its called the 'Apple Elusionist' by Avrina Joslin. Check it out...) Despite this i do not have the strong need to be able to write well or play any instrument well. I am happy with what i can write and also with the fact that i can whistle. (that counts as as instrument, right?) But, with poetry? i dont know, i have this very desperate need to be able to write poems. Touching poems... i wonder why...
But then, as i kept wondering, it struck my why!!! Because you cannot 'sound' sad by simply writing. To 'sound' sad, you must be good at poetry. I can 'sound' happy by writing a comical story. But, it is realy hard to portray sadness though plain text. (of course, if you are Thomas Hardy or of his likes, you can easily make the readers go into depression)
I cannot show the world how sad i am if i cannot write a good poem. I simply cannot. So, i thought i must write one. Really good one. And so, Ladies and Gentlemen, i present:
I am Sad
I am sad. Sad,sad,sad.
sad feels so bad.
Bad,bad,bad
I am Broken.very broken.
my heart is taken.
Taken, taken, taken.
(without even a token)
My world is empty. Properly empty.
I've fallen like Humpty-Dumpty
oh, humpty dumpty, humpty dumpty.
(i'm a Brahmin, promise, Aunty)
I fell like i am living the life of a dream. bad,bad dream.
pour some water on me, or some ice-cream.
but i promise i wont scream.
(don't actually waste ice-cream. It just rhymes with dream.)
once i wake up, i'll be happy.
still small and wearing a nappy.
or a hangover really crappy.
(crappy but happy,happy happy)
i'm am really lonely.
Lo Lo Lonely.
it'll pass, surely.
(till then time pass. Rs 5 only)
i am sad. Sad, sad, sad.
Sad feels so bad.
Bad, bad, bad.
Are you crying? aww... thank you so much...(i think i should take up poetry as a profession.) Look oh ruthless world, look!!! i am sad! i can show it! Yes! now go give me back my happiness.
you promised!